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Wait what? No! "No!" I shoved through the paparazzi, still holding Kendall's hand. "No, she's lying! I'm his girlfriend. There was no Jo and Kendall!"

People surrounded us. One man stepped forward. Then another. And another. "So, Kendall, which one is yours?" "Did you ever actually date Jo?" "Are you cheating on Jo?" "Are you cheating on Mira?" "Were you lying in this morning's edition of PopTiger?" "DO YOU REALLY LOVE MIRA?"

Kendall looked at me with a look of anxiety. We tried to push through everyone but kept getting blocked. James came down in the elevator, saw the mob, and ran over to us. "Kendall and Mira won't be answering any questions now." Thanks to his height, he pulled us through and over to the elevators. We jumped in one as soon as it came down.

"What the hell happened?"

"Jo!" I screamed. "She just blurted out that Kendall's cheating on her. WITH ME!" I squeaked.

When the elevator opened we stepped out and I came face to face with Camille. "I...I thought you were different." She shook her head sadly.

"No, Camille! I am! Kendall's really mine!"

"Yeah, I got that part." She scowled.

I shook my head. "No, what I mean is, Jo and Kendall weren't really dating. Didn't Logan tell you?"

Kendall looked at me sadly. "The guys didn't tell anyone."

"Wow, Mira. You're even trying to get MY boyfriend wrapped up in your mess? I can't believe we were really friends." She stormed into her apartment and slammed the door.

"I..." I didn't even have any words. I unlocked my apartment door and stepped in. James gave me a hug and headed down to tell Sonia what was going on. I closed the door and fell against it. And for the first time in a long time, I cried.

I dropped my head into my hands and cried my heart out. I never should have come to LA. It's just been trouble. Ten minutes ago, I was leaving Rocque Records as a happy 18 year old with an amazing boyfriend. And minutes later, everything was wrenched out of my hands.

"Mir..." Kendall helped me up and walked us over to the couch. He held me in his arms as I cried.

I looked up at him. "I just can't win," I whispered.

He pulled me close and rubbed my back. "It's ok, baby. It's ok."

I shook my head. "It's NOT ok, that's the goddamn problem! Every time we fix one of her little lies, a new one blows up in my face! What do I do?" I sank down into the couch.

"You want some tea, sweetheart?" I nodded. He kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen. He came back a little bit later with herbal tea, my favorite. I took a sip and it warmed my whole body up.

"Thanks," I told him.

He rubbed my arm. "We'll fix it. Somehow. I don't know how, but she's not going to keep doing this to us." He wiped my tears away. "You wanna take a nap? It won't magically fix everything, but I'm sure you'll feel better."

I smiled and nodded, then got up to head to my room. I stopped on the way there. "Will you...will you stay with me?"

"Of course, baby girl." We crawled into bed and I leaned into him. He cradled me in his arms. "I promise you, we'll fix this."


SONIA'S POV

"She did what?" I shrieked. "I have had ENOUGH of this girl. What's her apartment number?"

"I uh...I dunno." James faltered.

"James, you're a horrible liar."

"No, Sone, I just don't want you messing up her face."

I sighed. "What did Mira ever do to deserve all this?" I sat down on the couch.

"Nothing, but Kendall likes her. I think that's what bothers Jo."

"Wow. So it bugs Jo that my sister's prettier than her and that Kendall likes her?"

James laughed. "Guess so."

"So...how do we help them?"

He sighed. "Somehow we have to get the real story out there. But we can't exactly do that with Jo discounting every little thing we say."

I took a deep breath. "Alright, let's go."

"Go?"

"3D. C'mon."


MIRA'S POV

I heard someone knock on the door and groaned. "It's only been like an hour. The girls are out. Why can't I just sleep?"

"I got it, babe." Kendall got up, stretched, and headed to the door. A minute later he called my name. "Mir! Um...you might wanna get up!"

I got up and plodded to the door.

"Well, good afternoon sunshine!" Sonia smirked at me.

"Hi," I mumbled.

James turned to Kendall. "Bro...put a shirt on."

Kendall blushed. "Um...yeah. Right."

As Kendall walked back to my room, I asked James, "What? Do you not see him on the tour bus?"

He smirked. "Yeah. But it's different after he just came out of YOUR room."

He looked to Sonia whose eyes went wide. "Kid, you better not have-"

"NO!" I shouted. I threw a look at James. "You, sir, are sick. We both know what Sonia would have done!"

He snickered. "Exactly."

I flicked his forehead and Kendall came back out. He shook his head. "I don't even wanna know."

I laughed. "So, why'd you two come up anyway?"

"We're going to help," Sonia announced.

"Ok...how?"

She grimaced. "That's what we haven't figured out yet."

I face palmed. "Well, let's figure it out then." We sat down on the couch. And sat. And sat.

"Alright, this is SO not working." James sighed.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." Kendall gave him a look.

"I thought that was our little LogieBear?"

Kendall smirked. "No, no...he's Captain FUCKING Obvious." We all burst out laughing. It felt good to just laugh.

Suddenly, I got an idea. I jumped up shouting, "I got it!" They all looked at me curiously, so I continued. "PopTiger believes whatever their stupid 'source' tells them. So we tell them the WHOLE story. Well...not the whole story. But how Kendall and I met!"

Sonia got up. "And how Jo was a manipulative bitch!"


KENDALL'S POV

"Exactly!" Mira shouted. She and Sonia walked to her room talking about how to write this.

I turned to James. "How did we get so lucky?"

He laughed. "No idea."

I smiled at him. "Dork. So...after Mira writes this, our band confirms it, Chordstruck confirms it, Gustavo and Kelly can...- oh! And her friend Callie can, too."

He smirked. "Getting to know her friends, huh? Good job, Knight." I punched his shoulder. "Alright, alright. But we should probably walk this by Gustavo first."

I groaned. Gustavo HATES our plans.