I'm so sorry I didn't update this sooner! I just got really sick and I didn't want to get out of bed. I actually lost my voice for a period of time. Doesn't make up for my laziness, though. Anyways, I hope this will hold you over. This chapter was written pretty much last minute, so I'm sorry if it sucks. It's actually pretty stupid now that I think about it. I do hope you like it, though. Read on, Rushers!

No POV

"Move your arm! That hurts!"

"You're in my elbow room! Scoot over some, will ya."

"You're all idiots."

"Katie!"

"Carlos, quit licking the window. That is so unsanitary."

"Ugh, why'd you let me fall asleep? My hair is ruined!"

"Why aren't we allowed to use our cell phones up here?"

"That dude confiscated my toothpaste! I'll bet the plane is safe now. Get my sarcasm?"

"Shut up, Kendall."

"KATIE!"

That's how the whole flight from LA to Minnesota went. The plane was cramped, hot, and (in Carlos terms) stinky with smelly smells that smell smelly. Everyone was irritable and tired, not to mention still kind of depressed because of what went down at Rocque Records, even after Kendall's great speech. Kendall thought the airline's regulations were stupid. Logan was looking after a very petulant Carlos. Carlos was being petulant. And James was, like usual, worrying about his looks. He wanted to be prepared for when they got off the plane.

"Hello, everyone. This is your captain speaking. We should be arriving in Duluth, Minnesota in 1 hour" Everybody groaned. "Yeah, I know…"

"Do you think the captain would let me play in the cockpit?" Carlos asked.

"No, Carlos! The captain would not let you play in the cockpit. He's busy!" Logan snapped.

Silence.

"You think the pilot would let me?" Kendall could tell how frustrated Logan was, so he cut in.

"Carlos, why don't you take a nap? That way you'll be wide awake when we land and you'll have more energy," Kendall suggested.

"'kay 'kay!" the young boy exclaimed before snuggling into James' side.

"Dude, I'm kinda busy doing my hair, and you're physically restricting me!"

"But I'm gonna take a nap," Carlos whined with a petulant pout. Logan sighed.

"James isn't going to let, Carlos. He's too stupid. If you're going to take a nap, either lean back or lean on me," he offered. James smiled.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"Depends," Carlos said, "are you thinking about taking a nap? I am." James shook his head.

"Lean on me when you're not strong," James sang. Kendall, who was now smiling, joined in.

"I'll be your friend, I'll help you carry on." Kendall nudged Logan, giving him a pointed look. Logan rolled his eyes and smiled before he began singing along. And then Carlos joined in, too.

"For it won't be long 'til I'm gonna need somebody to lean on. Please swallow your pride if I have things you need to borrow, for no one can fill those of your needs that you won't let show. Call on me, brother, when you need a hand. We all need somebody to lean on. I just might have a problem that you'd understand. We all need somebody to lean on." By now, random passengers were humming and/or singing along. Katie was slapping her hands against her lap, creating a beat.

"If there is a load you have to bear that you can't carry, I'm right up the road. I'll share your load if you just call me. Call me if you need a friend. Call me, call me. Call me if you need a friend. Call me if you ever need a friend. Call me, call me. Call me. Call me if you need a friend." As the boys finished singing their song, the passengers began clapping, some (including Mama Knight) even began whistling for them. James was about to stand up and bow, until there was a bout of turbulence.

"Woah, bumpy ride. It's like driving over railroad tracks… Everybody kick your feet up and make a wish!" Carlos exclaimed happily. Kendall laughed, shaking his head.

"So… what else are we going to do to pass the time?" Logan questioned. The other three boys shrugged.

"I'm guessing taking a nap is out..?" Carlos inquired. Logan shook his head, earning a smile from his friend.

"Show me some love, buddy," Logan said, motioning the boy to come closer. Carlos beamed before snuggling into Logan's side.

"Thanks, Logie-bear. You're the best,"

"Yeah… I know,"

"Hello, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts, for we are now beginning our descent in Duluth, Minnesota. Be sure to return your seats into their upright locked position. I hope you enjoyed your flight with Maxum Airlines." (1)

"Finally!" Kendall shouted.

"Wake up, idiots," Katie said, nudging Logan's arm and poking the side of Carlos' head. When she didn't get a reply, she decided it was time to step it up a notch… or ten.

"OW! Katie! Why'd you kick me in the shin? That hurt!" Logan shouted, rubbing the injured limb.

"You wouldn't wake up. Now, wake up Pinky so we can blow this popsicle stand."

"Who the hell is Pinky?" Kendall asked.

"Carlos is Pinky and Logan's the Brain."

"Oh, like the cartoon!" James exclaimed. Katie nodded.

"Does that make you Elmyra?" Kendall smirked.

"Dude, I'm nothing like Elmyra. She was such an idiot."

"You think this world is full of idiots, don't you?" Logan asked.

"Yup," she said with a nod. Kendall rolled his eyes. "Now hurry up and wake Pinky up. I think we're landing." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the plane gave a slight jolt as the landing gears came into contact with the runway. Logan shook Carlos by the shoulder, but didn't get a response.

"Dude, wake up. We're here."

Again, nothing.

Kendall smirked deviously before shouting "WHAT? THEY'RE GIVING AWAY FREE CORNDOGS?"

"I'm up!" Carlos said quickly, jolting up so he was standing.

"Carlos, sit down," Logan said, pulling Carlos so he was sitting in his chair again, "We're still moving and do you want to get in trouble with the airline?"

"Would it get us off this flying deathtrap faster?"

"Nope."

"Then no."

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?" Logan yelled. It was apparent to everyone that he was freaking out. His breath came out in pants and he was shaking his head.

"I don't know…" Kendall said, confused. "It wasn't like this when we left, that's for sure."

"Who would do something like this?" Mrs. Knight asked, astounded.

"I can't believe someone would do this to us. How'd they even find out? We were only in LA for three days! The only people who knew were all of our families and-" James cut himself off, eyes widening with realization.

"What?" Carlos asked, looking completely lost. James looked at his best friends expectantly, but all he got were blank stares.

"Are you kidding me?" he questioned, shocked. "I'm the only one who's figured it out?" The guys nodded. "Dude, who else did we tell, besides our relatives, that we were going to LA to try to get signed? Who else knew we were going to try and become famous?" This time, it was Kendall's time to freak out.

"THOSE BITCHES!"

"Kendall, watch your language." Mrs. Knight scolded.

The boys were currently sitting in front of Kendall's house. Mama Knight was sitting on the porch steps reading a book beside Katie (who was, as was usual, playing Castle Bashers) while the boys chose to stand. The little group had been shocked to find that, all over the front door to the Knight house, someone had written all kinds of comments. There were things ranging from Good luck, losers to Since when can Logan dance? and When does the first album come out? Dec 21, 2012? Not a coincidence! Carlos had even found a little note that read Although I love you, we all know you guys suck at singing. And dancing. And hockey. That last comment had turned a worried and confused Kendall into an angry, seething Kendall. No one insulted Kendall's hockey-playing skills, unless they lived near a hospital. Everybody knew that.

"Sorry, mom. But seriously, why would they do this?"

"I bet you it was Taylors idea," Logan said.

"And you'd win that bet," a voice said. The guys turned around to find two girls smirking at them. The girl who had spoken walked up to Kendall, smirk still firmly in place. A cold wind blew, causing some of her dirty blonde hair to cover her eyes. Now blinded, the girl tripped, landing face first on the Knight's front lawn. The other girl shook her head.

"Seriously, Ted? You can't even go a whole minute without hurting yourself," she said, shaking her head. Her voice had a hint of an English accent, but it wasn't too apparent. "Get up, Ted."

"You know I hate it when you call me Ted. My name's Taylor. How did you come up with Ted from that?" Taylor inquired, standing up and dusting off some of the dirt that had gotten on her.

"Ted suits you," James said, answering for the girl.

"So, you two did this," Kendall accused, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, in fact, we did. Didn't you find the note on your door signed Hate, Georgia and Taylor? I worked really hard on that!" Taylor exclaimed. Logan rolled his eyes.

"It's pretty sad that James was the first one to figure it out…" the smart boy said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I know r- wait, hey!" James yelled, insulted. Logan just shrugged.

"It is what it is."

"But why did you write that stuff?" Carlos asked sadly. "You called me a bad singer. I mean, I know I'm not good, but do I really sound like a walrus choking on water and sand?" The girls looked at the young, energetic boy. He looked so sad and innocent. His head was bowed, lower lip puffed out in a sad pout. His eyes glistened with unshed tears of sadness as he twiddled his thumbs.

"Oh, Carlos," Georgia said sadly. "We never meant anything that was written in those notes. We were only tr-"

"Then why'd you write them if you didn't mean it?" Kendall asked. Both Taylor and Georgia looked up at the tall blonde, surprised. His eyes blazed with fury as they looked at the girls, staring. Awaiting. "Carlos cried when he read some of those notes. Logan looked like a puppy who was just kicked by his master when you said that a bloated zombie could dance better than he could."

"Did not…" Logan muttered under his breath.

"Look, we didn't know it would be such a big deal," Taylor said defensively. "It was just a harmless prank! It meant nothing."

"Whatever," Kendall snapped before storming up to the front door, lean against it before letting his back slide downwards until he was sitting.

"Well, that didn't go as we planned," Georgia deadpanned. Taylor nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry, he'll cool down," James assured. Carlos shook his head up and down.

"You know him and his temper," Logan reminded.

"Still, now I feel bad," Taylor pouted.

"Wait. Not that I mean to end this little touching moment between us all, but why haven't you guys gone inside yet?" Georgia asked, flipping some of her auburn brown hair from her face.

"We have to wait for Carlos to have to go to the bathroom," Logan answered blandly.

"What? Why?" Taylor asked, confused.

"He swallowed Mama Knight's house key."

"Shouldn't you guys take him to the hospital then?" Georgia asked.

"Probably," James said, nodding his head.

"Then why don't you?" both girls chorused. Carlos gasped.

"I refuse to go to the hospital! They have needles and sick people there! What if I catch a cold and die? Could you live with yourselves knowing that I died because you took me to the hospital?"

"Carlos," Logan said, shaking his head, "there is so much wrong with what you just said that I wouldn't even know where to begin."

So, I'm not the best at ending chapters. Oh, well. I hope this makes up for me almost dying over a cold and not updating.

(1) Completely made-up airline. Just off the top of my head. I was thinking about putting Moon, but decided against it.