Hey guys, I know I haven't updated in a while, I'm a horrible person, sorry... Um _Cashmeere_ (twitter xD) should take total credit for this update cuz I wasn't going to update anytime soon. Tbh guys, I planned absolutely nothing for the past 17 chapters, and here we are :) So enjoy the update, even I didn't know it was going to turn out like this.. until like 5 minutes ago lol

Disclaimer: I don't own the names Kendall Schmidt, James Maslow, Carlos Pena, Logan Henderson, Sarah... :\

Oops.

She was going to get back at Kendall Schmidt. Her hands clenched into fists, before an idea popped into her head. A smile formed on her face, and she felt giddy with excitement.

She searched in her bag, pulled out her camera and stalked back with renewed determination to the car.

Cristina paused, just a slight hesitation, wondering what would happen if her baby, Phillip, would get caught on camera. She walked to the window, peering in, slightly. She choked, seeing her Phillip entwined with Kendall.

Phillip was on top, so there was no way anyone could recognize him. As for Kendall, however...

"Oh fuck," Phillip moaned, gripping Kendall's hair as the blond latched on to his neck.

Kendall moved under Phillip, pulling off the boy's shirt, followed by his own. He rolls his hips against Phillip's swallowing the boy's moans with his kisses. It felt practically surreal, Phillip's skin unnaturally hot against his, and he loved it. He wrapped his hands around Phillip's waist tightly, pulling the boy closer so that there was no space between them.

Phillip bit his neck, Kendall arching into Phillip's body, closing his eyes, relishing the feel of the boy's skin against his. There was a buzzing in his body, but it was only when Phillip nibbled on his ear, that his eyes shot open with pleasure and...

Oh. My. God.

Kendall scrambled up from his seat, Phillip getting up protesting, but freezing when he saw what Kendall was looking at, eyes wide, face ashen. Cristina was standing outside the car, a huge smirk on her face, camera in her hand. Phillip scrambled out the car, grabbing his jersey along the way, and scrambling to put it on.

"Cristina, what the fuck?"

Kendall had never seen anyone look as mad as Phillip did at that moment. His face was red, his mouth stretched in a thin line as he frowned down at the girl. Kendall walks over to Phillip, wrapping a hand around the boy's shoulders. "Hey, Phil. Calm down."

But Phillip wasn't going to fucking calm down. "She doesn't leave me alone! After all these years, everything I've done for you, every time I put up with your shit, this is how you repay me. You ungrateful bitch."

Kendall sighed, reaching in the car for his shirt, and putting it on. Cristina stood there, lips trembling.

"I'm doing this for you!" she screeched, and Kendall froze, staring at her with his eyes narrowed. "They're gonna take your best friend away from you!" she says, and Phillip just stared at her, confused.

Kendall laughed softly, and she looked at him as if she forgot he existed. "You're really terrible at making up at lies, you know that?" he said, and she frowned. "Kendall and I are brothers. I'm not trying to take Knight away from Phillip, or anyone. I just came here, to Minnesota, to take a break from acting, and live performances. I met Knight, found out he was my brother. Then I met Phillip, who practically saved my life. I'm not gonna lie, I fell for him, hard." Kendall smiled over at Phillip, who was blushing hard.

"Listen here, bitch. I know you took pictures with us on that camera. I also know you probably have a recorder in your pocket. I'm just another celebrity that you're set on destroying. But guess what?" Kendall walked up to her, hitting the camera from her hand, and smashing it to the ground, ignoring her whine of protest. He reached slightly into her left pocket where he had seen her hand slip in, and he pulled out a recorder, smiling triumphantly. "I'm not just another celebrity," he said, smirking at her. "I'm Kendall Schmidt. And I don't lose." He winked at her, before turning around, and kissing Phillip as hard as he could.

"You bitch!" she screeched, pulling at his hand, but he barely moved an inch. "Get away from him! He's mine!"

Phillip pulled away from Kendall, laughing. "Cristina Camille Roberts, I never was and will never be yours."

Kendall smiled at Phillip, looking down at the recorder in his hand, throwing it to the ground, and stamping on it. He didn't have time for that shit. "C'mon babe," he said to Phillip. "Let's go."

...

Sarah came back in the room, looking at Logan with tired eyes. Carlos had joined him, twirling in his chair. She slumped into her chair, head in her hands.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" Logan asked, folding his hands on the table.

She sighed. "That girl... Camille or Cristina or whatever her name is, she worked for the same news team that took the video of Knight and James, as well as your pictures. I don't know what to do."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Sarah, just let us handle it, okay? Cancel one of our upcoming episodes, and let us film the episode Kendall talked about. You're worrying about this too much."

Sarah sat back in her seat. "It doesn't matter. Go ahead. We'll do it."

Carlos jumped up from his seat, with a shout of victory, and Logan rolled his eyes. He got up, walking Carlos outside. When they reached outside, the saw Cristina/Camille standing there, staring at Kendall's car driving off, with livid eyes. He walked quickly to his car, Carlos by his side.

He didn't want to deal with that girl... She was pretty fucking scary.

He drove off, and she turned around just as they passed him. He honked his horn at her, waving and smiling largely. She shouted something at the car, raising her middle finger to them. Logan and Carlos laughed.

Logan's gotta admit, she was actually kinda funny.

...

*Kendall Knight POV*

I walked into my house, with James, laughing over some stupid joke that the boy had pulled. We couldn't go back to the hotel, as planned originally, because (surprise, surprise), I had a curfew. Suddenly, I heard a scream, and I looked up to see Katie, standing there looking at James with wide eyes, mouth open in shock.

"I... I can't believe you did it!" she screamed, running at James, and enveloping him in a huge hug. "Now we can go get married!"

James looked appalled as the girl clung on to him, whilst I was confused. Then, I remembered. My promise to her, that she'd get to meet James. I laughed at her and James, as the boy tried to un-clench the teenager's grip around his waist.

"Kendall, is that-" my mom came from the kitchen, stopping in the middle of the room, hair in a messy bun. My eyes widened.

James smiled uncomfortably as Katie clung on to him, and reached a hand over her shoulder, trying to shake Mrs. Knight's hand. "Hi, ma'am. I'm James Maslow, who's being currently mauled by your daughter," he said, shaking her hand, and she laughed, her eyes lighting up.

"Katie, stop it now," she said, grabbing her daughter's ear and dragging her away from the boy, who sighed with relief, wrapping a hand around my shoulders. I stiffened, mom and Katie didn't know that James and I were in a relationship.

"They don't know about us," I whispered to James, but the brunet refused to move his hand from my shoulders.

"Then let's tell them."

My eyes widened as James pulled me along into the kitchen with mom and Katie. "What? NO," I whispered harshly, but James just smiled at me.

"Hey, Mr. Maslow-", mom started, but James cut in.

"Please, call me James. I can't remember the last time someone called me Mr. Maslow," he said and my mom smiled at him.

"James, would you like to stay for dinner? I've just finished cooking," she said and my eyes widened.

"I would love to," he said, ignoring my incessant shaking of the head. "Do you want help to carry the plates to the dining table, Mrs. Knight?"

"No, but you and Kendall can wait by the table, Katie will help me. And you can call me Jennifer," she said, ignoring Katie's whine of protest.

I dragged James to the table, glaring at him. Before I could explode on James, however, my and Katie came, with the dishes. Soon enough, James was digging in, moaning about how amazing the food tasted, and mom had a huge smile on her face.

Maybe I should tell them? I mean, my mom isn't that bad, what's the worse she could do? I refused to think about it, I wanted to do it and get it over with. Too much thinking might cause problems.

"Hey, mom?" I said, biting my lip and looking over at James, who smiled at me.

"Yes, darling?" she answered, biting into... what type of meat was this?! I sighed and put my fork down.

"I'm... I'm gay," I said softly, and she didn't miss a beat.

"I know that, darling. Pass the salt, please."

I sat there frozen. What the fuck? She didn't even react. So what was the whole lecture about having sex with girls was about, then? I wanted to ask her, but I stopped because of Katie. James was holding in a smile and I glared at him.

"Wait, you're not going to even react?" I asked her, handing her the bottle of salt that I never knew existed until today.

Katie snorted. "Who wouldn't think you're gay after like two full years of moaning and crying about James Maslow and his sexiness?"

James smirked as I blushed, rolling my eyes. "At least he's my boyfriend now," I mumbled under my breath, mostly to myself.

The table got quiet and I looked up, my mother and Katie looking up at me with wide eyes. Maybe I mumble louder than I thought.

Oops.

"What do you mean you failed?" Cristina's boss' voice filtered angrily over the phone.

"I- I had them right where I wanted them! It was going perfectly, they were going to come out as gay, and we'd get publicity because we proved it first!" she said quickly, heart racing. She couldn't lose this, not now.

"So you failed," he repeated tightly and Cristina bit her lip. This was so not going well. She leaned up against the car, staring at the broken pieces of her camera and recorder on the ground.

"For lack of a better word... yes," she said, toeing at the pieces, glaring at them before... wait.

"Cristina you're off this one. Choose a next celebrity, you're wasting our time and resources on this band." her boss said tiredly, and Cristina could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes red from lack of sleep.

"...Boss, if I bring something to you right now, with proof, would you put me back on this?" she said, a smile stretching her lips.

"I guess. Cristina what are you-"

But Cristina had already hung up as she bent, sifting through the pieces of broken recorder and camera, taking up two small memory cards that barely had scratches on them.

It's payback time, boys.

Sassy Kendall = pure sex xD I'll try to update asap, but I have finals, so as soon as that's finished I'll update again :) Um, review? Tell me what you think? All stories don't have to end good ;) Lol... Until next update...

xoxo

Chels