Kendall disappeared inside the building, and Jane was still sitting at the table. What did she do wrong? Her hands were shaking. Was this it? Was it over already? No, no, no! It couldn't be true! But before her thoughts carried her away, two voices popped up from behind her.

"What happened?" one of them asked. Jane quickly turned around and saw Carlos and Logan behind her. "Where did you come from!?" she shouted.

"We were uh, sorta watching," Logan said sheepishly. Carlos nodded and grinned. "So what happened?" he asked.

"I think I blew it," Jane said sadly. She dropped her head onto the table, almost crying.

"What did you do!? What did you say?!" Logan asked anxiously.

"He…told me I was beautiful, and I guess I didn't take it very well."

"Whaaaaaaat?" Carlos gasped. "Dude. He said you were…woah…what?"

Jane shot a mean look back at Carlos. "He said I was beautiful, and I just said 'ok' or something," she snapped. "I don't know. It felt weird."

"Well, great," Logan said. "Just great. So you fucked it up, and now we'll probably never get our James back."

"Thanks. Thanks a lot," Jane said angrily. "You know, it's really difficult to be dealing with this. You have NO IDEA what I'm going through!" She suddenly got very red in the face, threw the chair out from behind her and stormed off. Carlos looked to Logan and sighed. "I guess we'll have to be a three man band," he said.

"No, way," Logan said. "We can figure this out. Or at least I can."

Meanwhile, Jane had run back upstairs and returned to her temporary apartment. She came inside and flung herself onto the leather sofa in the middle of the living room. Tears came, now. Not only because she ruined her chances of being with Kendall, but also because she would probably be a woman forever. Being a pretty man was far better than a pretty woman, any day. Jane buried her head into a pillow and began to wail. Camille must have been in the bedroom, and once Jane began to cry she came out into the hallway. "What happened?!" Camille shouted.

"He…he…I…I was stuuuuuuuuuuuupid," Jane sobbed.

"What happened? Jane, what happened?"

"I turned d-d-down his co-co-co-compliment."

"What?"

"He said I was…he said I was b-beautiful, but I j-just ignored ittttt."

"It was your first date. Did he know that?"

"No." Jane sniffed and looked over her shoulder at Camille.

"Well then he didn't know. You can't blame him. It's a weird thing for a person who's had a lot of dates to say, but if it's your first time…Jane…" Camille stared at her new friend and sighed. "I'll go talk to him."

"Wait, what? What? No!" Suddenly Jane sat up and tried to grab onto Camille, but she moved away too quickly. Jane flopped back against the sofa with a blank face. It probably wasn't worth it to pursue Camille; when she got passionate about something, you couldn't stop her. Instead, Jane just waited. She waited with a frog in her throat as Camille went to the boys' apartment, didn't even bother to knock and invited herself in. Nobody was in the living room, so she went straight back to their bedrooms. She knocked on Kendall's, but there was no answer. Being even more intrusive, since seeing her new friend upset had her in a bit of a fury, she opened up the guy's door and peered inside. Empty. So then she moved to Carlos' bedroom and did the same thing. Empty. It was starting to really piss her off, and when she went to Logan's door, she didn't even bother knocking and just walked in. That was a mistake. All at once, three people screamed; Carlos, Logan and Camille. Upon the bed sat the two boys, completely naked while Carlos was balls deep in Logan, who was on his back with his knees upon his lover's shoulders. Camille almost threw up. She slammed the door shut again and stood on the outside with her mouth hanging open, meanwhile Carlos and Logan started to panic. Logan immediately got off of the bed and began to get dressed. "Why didn't you lock the door?" he sneered.

"I forgot," Carlos said.

"Do you know what could happen? She could tell everyone!" Logan was somehow yelling and whispering at the same time. He slipped a t-shirt on over his chest and glared at Carlos.

"Do we apologize? Like, what do we do?" Carlos asked.

"I don't know!"

"But you're the…"

"Smart one, I know. But I don't do well under pressure!"

"I'll talk to her," Carlos said with a sudden burst of confidence. "I can handle this." He stood and stared at Logan very seriously as he spoke, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "If I don't come back, I want you to take care of my helmet." Logan rolled his eyes and Carlos went out of the bedroom. Camille was still there, completely unable to react.

"Hey, um, Camille?" Carlos asked, now sounding shy.

"I…"

"I guess there's something you need to know about Logan and me."

"Where's Kendall," Camille said blankly. Carlos gasped. "Why!?" he shouted.

"I…came to see him," the girl mumbled. "That's…why I'm here."

"He's still downstairs, I guess," Carlos said. He stared at Camille oddly and then went back inside the bedroom. Logan was up on the bed, looking concerned. "What happened?" he asked.

"I dunno. She wants to talk to Kendall."

"WAIT, WHAT?!" Logan suddenly sprang up and screamed. He grabbed Carlos by the arm and yoinked him out of the bedroom and out of the apartment. They ran downstairs as fast as they could, but Kendall and Camille were already in the lobby, talking.

"See, she's never been on a date before," Camille explained quietly. "So if she acted funny, it's just 'cause she is a little awkward with guys."

"I get it," Kendall said, nodding seriously. "I didn't realize that was true. A pretty girl like her, I figured she's had a ton of boyfriends. Guess you never know, do you?"

"Will you give her another chance?" Camille asked. Kendall sucked his teeth for a second, thinking, and then said, "Sure. But only because she's got a special vibe."

"She does, doesn't she?"

"Yeah. Like, like she's my best friend or something. I feel like if I got closer to her, I could be comfortable telling her anything."

Camille grabbed Kendall by the collar and pulled him close to her face. She squinted her eyes and him and said, "Run to her!" then threw him back. Kendall dusted himself off, said nothing, and went to the elevators. Just then was when Logan and Carlos were coming down. The doors opened and then ran into Kendall.

"Oh my God! Kendall! Uh!" Carlos stuttered. Logan bumped in front of him. "Did you see Camille?" he asked.

"Uh. Yeah. You guys alright?"

"Yes of course! There is nothing weird about us," Logan said monotonously.

"She didn't say anything weird about us, did she?!" Carlos asked. Logan jabbed him in the ribs. "What?" Carlos shouted.

"No," Kendall said. He looked slightly miffed. "I gotta go take care of something."

"But! Eh! Eh!" Logan yelled and reached out to Kendall as he disappeared into behind the elevator doors. "Do you think she squealed?" Carlos whispered to Logan. "I dunno."

Upstairs, Kendall got out of the elevator and headed down the hallway towards Camille's apartment. What he said earlier about Jane's weird vibe, he believed to be true. It did feel like they were best friends, even though he barely knew her. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath and knocked on the front door. "Jane?" he called out. "I-It's Kendall."

After a moment, the door slowly opened and Jane popped her head out. She said nothing, but Kendall apologized. "I overreacted," he admitted. "But I didn't know you had never been out with a guy before. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jane said. "I guess it was sorta my fault, too. We cool?"

"We cool. Soooo you wanna start over?" Kendall asked with a cheeky, desperate smile. Jane nodded and agreed. "Come out here," Kendall said.

"Why?" Jane asked, even though she was walking through the door anyway. She closed it behind her and they stood alone in the hallway. Kendall gazed into her eyes directly, and Jane was about to melt. Sure, she had looked at Kendall a million times, and for the last several years, each of those glances made her go on wild fantasies. But this time, he wasn't looking at her because they were making funny jokes, or reliving a childhood memory. Kendall stepped a little closer to her and whispered, "So I guess you've never been kissed before?"

"No," Jane said, and that was true. Even as a boy, she had never been kissed. Just because somebody acts arrogant and overconfident doesn't mean that they are on the inside. Her heart began to flutter. The voice Kendall was speaking in was alien to Jane's ears.

"We can change that," he whispered sweetly. Jane's mouth opened slightly. Her breathing started to get heavy, and her palms were growing sweaty. Kendall put one hand on her shoulder, and the other slowly came up and cupped her face. "It's weird," he said, still whispering. "I really, really feel like I've known you for a long time."

"You haven't," Jane said nervously. Hands shaking, she carefully lifted them up onto Kendall's chest, where they felt right at home. They had been there before, but never in a romantic way, always just playing like kids. It was a remarkable sensation, and Kendall obviously shared it.

"This might sound crazy," Kendall said. "But I think I'm falling for you." He closed his eyes and went in for the first kiss. Jane reluctantly closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and leaned in very slowly. Their mouths met at once. It wasn't a very long or passionate kiss, but it was a kiss. Jane almost fell over. Kendall moved back and opened his eyes. "Was it scary?" he asked.

"No," Jane answered sweetly. She smiled as her face turned bright red. "It was perfect."

Kendall put his thumb over her mouth briefly and chuckled. "You're cute," he said. "Don't ever change."