Hey Guys! I'm just writing this chapter as I go, so I hope it doesn't come out horrible :P Anyways, this is the chapter we've all been waiting for- we see into Kendall's weird little brain and learn exactly what happened to make the guys friends with Georgia and Taylor. YAY!

Oh, by the way, I keep failing to mention that Kendall and Logan are both going to be slightly OOC in this story. Nothing major, though. I'm just making Kendall a bit more weird-slash-eccentric (Read: kind of spazzy) and Logan less of a pussy (Read: more badass).

Outfits- (Remove spaces)
Kendall: www . polyvore kendall_school/set?id =52596995
Logan: www . polyvore logan_school/set?id =52597835
Carlos: www . polyvore carlos_school/set?id =52597438
James: www . polyvore james_school/set?id =52598373
Taylor: www . polyvore taylor_school/set?id =52556866
Georgia: www . polyvore georgia_school/set?id =52557315

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or Yo-Blow.

Warning: Confusion, an over-abundance of sandwiches, and some anger.

Kendall's POV

Two Days After the Boys Returned

Today had started off as a regular day. The guys and I had started back up at school, so we were spending 6-7 hours a day there. For the last two days anyways. We fell back into the rhythm of things easily. Everything was normal. Until we got the phone call *Dun dun dun..!*.

You see, after school ended for the day, we all marched off to Taylor's house to eat her mother's food. Helen always made the best sandwiches evar! Seriously, I have no idea what she does to them, but it's amazing. Like… manna from heaven! Or the land of milk and honey! Okay, enough bible references.

But that's where we were. Eating sandwiches.

"How does your mom make these?" Logan asked, biting into his tuna fish sammy.

"She just… does," Taylor told him as she continued munching on her PB&J.

"Well then, your mom has the magic touch! I mean, even my mom doesn't make her sandwiches as good as this!" I paused before adding "Don't tell her I said that. My mother swears up and down her cooking is the best." Taylor laughed.

"I won't," she assured me.

Beside me, James was making loud chomping noises as he chewed his grilled cheese sandwich. I stared at him, hoping that I could cosmically communicate with him and tell him to stop, but it didn't work. Instead, his chewing noises continued on, getting louder. If that was even possible… Finally, my annoyance got the best of me.

"Dude, STFU!"

"Did you just use text talk in regular conversation?" he asked. I shrugged.

"IDK, did I?" I saw Logan roll his eyes from my peripherals. Carlos was chowing down on his Ham and Cheese on white. Georgia was eating her turkey and salami sandwich civilly. Unlike other people.

"Seriously, James. If you don't stop making those slurping noises, I swear I will-"

"You'll what, Kendall?"

"YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT!" Georgia sighed.

"Boys are stupid." Logan gasped in mock insult.

"Rude!" he retorted.

"Oh, don't act like you didn't know," Georgia cooed, her English accent shining through.

"Come on, boy's aren't that stupid," Carlos said.

"So you agree that boys are stupid. At least a little bit?" she asked. I slapped my hand over the happy Latino's mouth.

"Nope, he completely disagrees," James said, answering for Carlitos. Taylor rolled her eyes at us before leaning forwards on the kitchen countertop, using her elbows to hold herself up. Of course, that happened to be the same counter she just wiped up, so it was slick with spray cleaner, causing her elbow to slip. Her jaw hit the countertop as she fell to the ground.

"I'm OK!" She stood up, rubbing her jaw. That's when she noticed that she had dropped her PB&J during the fall. "Aww, my sandwich has kitchen floor germs."

"Well, according to the 5 second rule, it's still clean," Carlos told her.

"Eww, are you kidding me? The 5 second rule is a joke, guys!"

"I still think it applies," I said.

"Boys are also gross," Georgia said.

"What, are you making a list or something?" James asked. The British girl nodded.

"So far I have annoying, idiotic, gullible, stupid, and gross."

"What are those supposed to be? Characteristics of the common boy?" Logan questioned.

"Yes, actually."

"And I thought we were weird," I said, shaking my head.

"Oh, yeah. And weird. I should be writing this down."

I thought Georgia was kidding, until she pulled out a notepad and actually began writing down her Common Boy Characteristics.

"You've got to be kidding me," I say before taking a large bite of my tomato and dijonnaise sammich. Taylor was standing across from me assembling another PB&J. Georgia simply shrugged at me and continued writing and eating. Taylor finished making her sandwich and took a bite. Her face contorted into a look of disgust before she threw her sandwich down on the counter. Crumbs flew out from the sandwich and hit me in the face. I was not amused.

"That's it, you lame excuse for a sandwich! I'm calling mom! MOM!" Taylor yelled.

"TAYLOR, THERE'S NO NEED TO YELL," Helen called from the living room.

"YOU'RE YELLING TOO, MOM!" Helen didn't reply. I could hear her footsteps before she appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"My sandwich is stupid," Taylor replied, pointing to her sad looking PB&J.

"Yeah, that does look like a pretty stupid sandwich,"

"You hear that, sandwich?" James asked, poking the sandwich.

"You're apparently very, very stupid," Logan finished for him. I laughed.

"Leave the sandwich alone, guys!" Carlos cried. "You're making it feel bad!" He leaned around me and snatched the sandwich before whispering comforting words to it. Logan gave him a weird look, but said nothing.

While Helen busied herself working on Taylor's Sammy, I finished mine. I turned to Logan, pursing my lips. I'd been meaning to ask him something for a long time.

"Dude, why are you giving me the Creepy stare?" he asked me after a minute.

"I wanna ask you something," I said bluntly.

"Well, what do y-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by my cell phone ringing it's obnoxious ring. I cursed inwardly before yanking it out of my pocket to check the caller ID.

"Hmm..?" I hum when I see the number.

"Who is it?" James asked.

"I dunno, the number's in LA…"

"Answer it!" my friends chorus.

I shrug before doing as they say. "Uh, helloooo?"

"Yeah, Kendall. It's Gustavo," the voice on the line says bluntly. My eyes widen before I drop my phone and die.

"Guys, I think he's waking up."

"Shush!"

The first thing I register is the voices. No, not like creepy voices in my head or anything. I can tell who's talking. Mostly Taylor and Logan. The second thing is the fact that the side of my face hurts. I let out a quiet groan before opening my eyes slowly.

Okay, I guess I didn't die.

"What happened?" I ask, sitting up. Somehow I had moved to Taylor's couch in their living room.

"Gustavo called and you fainted," James answered blandly.

"Well, why does my face hurt?"

"When you fell," Logan began, "your knees buckled and you fell sideways and hit your face."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. But now that you're up, Gustavo told me to tell you to call him back," Carlos said.

"Gustavo told you to tell me to call him back?"

"Yes! Now, call him back so we can be famous again and I can marry Nicole!" James snapped.

"But Griffin-"

"Screw Griffin!" Logan exclaims, cutting me off. "Gustavo obviously wants us back or he would not be trying to reach out to us!"

"Since when do you want to be famous?" I ask.

"Since I fell in love with the Palmwoods pool. Now call that guy back, idiot!"

"I hate you," I blurt out before grabbing my phone of the table and quickly dialing the number. It rang a few times before an all-too-familiar voice picked up.

"Kelly Wainwright: Rocque Records."

"Hey, Kelly. It's Kendall. How ya doin'? Oh, that sounds nice! How's the weather over there?" I realized was just rambling and not even giving Kelly a chance to answer any of my questions, but what can I say? I was kind of nervous…

"I'll patch you through to Gustavo," she said simply.

"No, wait-!"

"Tired of eating the same boring old yogurt time and time again? Well, don't worry anymore! With Yo-Blow, you can chew your yogurt and b-"

"WHAT?" an angry voice yelled, cutting off the creepy recording.

"Nice to talk with you, too, Gustavo."

"Oh, it's the leader dog."

"I have a name, you know."

"Oh, right Mr. QUESTION-EVERYTHING-I-SAY!" Gustavo yelled, prompting me to pull the phone away from my ear. The dude could yell me deaf if he wanted to.

"What did you want, Gustavo?" I asked tiredly. My face still hurt and it was starting to make me feel very irritable. I heard Gustavo sigh.

"Listen, dog." I have to say, he sounds just as emotionally tired as I feel. "I really hate to say this, but I think… I think… I think Griffin…"

"Just get to the point!" I snap.

"Ithunkrfnwzronbotu."

"Repeat that for me?"

Another sigh.

"I think Griffin was wrong about you."

Cue my death. Again.

"I've never seen him lose consciousness so many times in one day."

"I know, right? He must be pretty excited about what Gustavo said."

"Well, it's not in Gustavo's nature to compliment people. I was pretty surprised myself."

My eyes peeled open to take in the scene again. The guys, T and G, Katie, Taylor's mom, and my mom were all sitting/standing around and talking. My mom and Katie must've just gotten here since they were still bundled up in their jackets.

"Did I faint again?" I blurt out. Everyone- and I mean everyone- nodded. "Damn…"

"Yeah," Logan began. "Gustavo said for us to call him back when 'the idiotic monkey-dog' woke up."

"What monkey-dog? Wait, what the hell is a monkey-dog?" I ask cluelessly.

"He meant you, idiot," Katie says, not looking up from her Nintendo as she played what I could only assume was her favorite game, Castle Bashers.

"Oh. Hand me the phone."

"No way, big boy," Taylor says, shaking her head. "We don't want to risk you fainting again."

"But I don't feel faint. I'm fine!" I insist.

"Listen, I'll make the call and then we'll see what Gustavo wants to do, okay?" Mom asks gently. I sigh before nodding, feeling defeated.

"Fiiiine..!"

"Good boy," she chirps, patting my head before dialing Gustavo's number on Taylor's house phone. Georgia sent me a sympathetic smile. James had a hopeful look in his eyes, as did Logan and Carlos. Taylor looked eager. I was pretty excited to hear what Gustavo had to say.

"Hi, Kelly," Mom said into the phone. "This is Jennifer Knight- Kendall's mom. Is Gustavo available? … Okay, thanks… You too… Bye" There was a long pause as she waited for Gustavo to answer. "Hello, Gustavo. This is Kendall's mother… No, he's not available right now."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S NOT AVAILABLE?" I could definitely hear that one from here. Mom winced as she pulled the phone away while he yelled.

"Well," she began, "we're just afraid he'll faint again. It's been a difficult day for Kendall and he's resting, so…" she trailed off and I sighed before motioning for her to hand me the phone. She shook her head and I nodded at her. When I started making talking motions with my hand in the shape of a puppet and made Gustavo angry faces, she stifled a laugh before handing me the phone.

"Hey, Gustavo! What's shakin', bacon?" I knew this would annoy him, which was exactly why I said it.

"Are you going to faint again, dog?"

"I'm not planning on it."

"Good. DON'T! We need to talk about what's going to happen now."

"What do you mean 'What's going to happen', Gustavo? What could happen?"

"Look, Leader Dog. I want to try to make you and the other dogs famous. Why don't you dogs try and come up with a plan and then call me back?"

"So you pretty much called me to tell me to call you when we come up with a way to become famous? Isn't that your job? I mean, fuck, Gustavo! Do you even know how to produce music?" I rant.

Suddenly, Gustavo was yelling. And yelling. And YELLING. And shouting. And cursing. And yelling.

"Don't burst an artery!" I shout.

"I'M PERFECTLY FINE!"

"Okay, listen. We'll try to come up with a plan for you. But only on one condition."

"I'm sorry, are you trying to make a deal with me? I MAKE THE DEALS!"

"Just hear me out! Holy Mary, mother of the good lord Jesus…" I mutter.

"Fine, but it better not include more people."

"Let us take our two best girl friends with us." Gustavo suddenly burst out laughing. Like, evil laughing that would put Dr. Doofenschmirtz to shame.

"If you think that I'm SO DESPERATE just because I've been to two or twenty cities and I haven't been able to find anybody, you can THINK AGAIN! There is no way, NO WAY, I'm taking the four dogs from Minnesota and their two little friends to LA just because I'm desperate!"

"So… we have a deal?"

"Yup."

Yay! I tried to make it extra long for you, but I probably failed. I included some quotes from the first epi for you!

Review! They make me happy!