(A/N): Hey everyone! Another post! Yay! This is a long chapter, but only because it's dealing with plot twists (hence, the name of the chapter). There are some new twists and expanding on some old ones. AND I'm not sure if any of you remember that OC voting thing I had in earlier chapters, but the animal is here! In this chapter! And it's very important. You'll see.
So, thank you to these people for your reviews: Awesmazing (Carina? That would be pretty funny! Who knows, maybe in the future there will be something Carina. I'm actually working on a What If involving that. Very slowly though since other things take precedence. Like this!), Dreamer1992 (Well, you'll see here if Katrina finds someone else. But I highly doubt that Evan will let her date anytime soon. Considering things revealed here. In this chapter.), Cryss'BTRusher (That's not all about the Dad thing! Just wait until after this chapter. And the Zizi is a funny name, even though what they do isn't. I actually got their name from the word Paparazzi. Take that as a hint. And working with Gustavo… Yeah, interesting… Katrina and Gustavo might kill each other in the process. As for the Evan/Camille thing. That would make it into a love pentagon. Sorry to correct you, but a pentagon has five sides…. And I'm sounding like Logan…. Also Evan's not THAT old. He's only two years older than the guys, Katrina and Camille. So, he's eighteen. I've seen couples with bigger age differences. And I have to say this. Are you a psychic or something? Cause you've figured out one of my possible twists! I guess I have to change my hiding place for the notes for this story cause you've obviously found them! And don't mind about the long review. I like long reviews!) and LilyHeartsJamesxxx (There's a reason for Evan's overprotectiveness! Revealed here! And here's more!)
Once again, I don't own Big Time Rush. I also don't own the song, What We Are by The Material which is used in this chapter. To be safe, I don't own Scooby-Doo which I mention in this chapter. And a quick credit goes to oOo KitKat oOo for the idea to use a talking parrot as a pet. Now, onto the story!
Chapter 61: Twists Of The Past And Present
Katrina paced back and forth in the apartment as Evan, Katie and Mrs. Knight ate some take-out Chinese food. They watched the teenager as she mumbled to herself. Her phone was sitting on the table. She placed it there and wouldn't touch it. Whenever someone else tried to touch it, she would quickly bat their hand away.
"I don't get it," Katrina finally stopped pacing and sat down beside Evan. "Our dad is dead. How can he call me?"
"Are you sure it was Dad?" Evan asked. "I mean, what if it was someone who sounded like him?" He stuffed some noodles into his mouth.
"Voices on the phone and voices in real life sometimes sound different," Mrs. Knight suggested. "Maybe that's what confused you."
"No, I'd know his voice anywhere," Katrina insisted. "That was his voice!" She placed her hand on her forehead as she stared at her phone. "None of this makes any sense."
"What if your dad didn't die?" Katie asked. "It would explain a lot of things."
"Brandon's parents were called in to confirm the identity of his and my mother's bodies," Katrina explained. "He's definitely dead."
"I just thought of something!" Evan exclaimed. "What if our dad had a twin brother? And our UNCLE was the one who died while our dad escaped to do basically what I did. Find out who killed them."
"Evan," Katrina responded. "How many soap operas have you been watching?"
"None," Evan replied with dignity.
"Okay, mysteries?"
Evan went quiet for a few seconds before he gave his answer, "Oh, a few." He mumbled under his breath so no one could hear, "Dozen."
Katrina caught it, "Evan, this is real life. We are not in a mystery."
"Yes, we are," Evan, Katie and Mrs. Knight told her.
"Fine, so we are," Katrina gave in. "But you know there is one way to figure out if our dad was a twin."
"How?" Evan asked.
"It would say it on his birth certificate," Katrina reminded him. "It would call him a multiple. It would even say whether he was born first or second. Do we know where the official copy of dad's birth certificate was?"
"Uh, yeah," Evan replied. "Where all the other ones were. At home. In his office. In the bottom drawer on the left side."
"Which would be burned by now," Katrina realized.
"It wouldn't hurt to go check," Evan decided. "You never know. We might get lucky."
Katrina and Evan were standing outside of their old burnt down house the next day. Each of them had a helmet, knee and ankle pads and a bulletproof vest. Slowly, the siblings went up to the front doorway where they stepped over the broken door and into the house.
"Stick close," Evan insisted. "The Zizi have been known to hide out here. That's why I got us bulletproof vests."
"Yeah, I was wondering about that," Katrina mentioned. "How DID you get these?"
"A secret," Evan told her with a smirk. Katrina looked down at the vest in confusion.
"You're just as good as Carlos at getting random things," Katrina replied.
"That's probably because the secret is that I called up Carlos for help," Evan admitted.
"That doesn't surprise me."
The two of them continued through the mansion in silence. They passed through their living room to make it to their study where there was another door to their dad's office. The door was locked shut. Evan gestured for Katrina to step back and she did. Taking a deep breath, Evan launched his foot into the door, knocking it to the ground. The two of them walked into the office. It was burned too so not much was left. Evan ran over to the remains of the desk and reached down to open the bottom drawer on the left side. Katrina bent over to join him. The papers inside were all burned to a crisp. Not one word could be seen on any of them.
"Well, I guess we just have to check the city our dad was born in," Katrina decided. "Where was that exactly?"
"Crap, let me think," Evan looked to the ceiling as he thought about where his father had been born. "Illinois. In a suburb near Chicago." Katrina smiled. "Okay, why are you smiling?"
"Guess where the guys are going to be in a couple days," Katrina responded. Suddenly, Evan was smiling too.
"You want us to WHAT?" Carlos, Logan, Kendall and James exclaimed. They were sitting on their tour bus, heading through Kansas. Katrina had called up Kendall again and she was on speakerphone.
"Look for my dad's birth certificate," Katrina repeated as if she was asking for a bottle of water. "The copy we have here was burned in the fire at my old home." The guys looked at each other. "Please?"
"What is this about?" James asked. "Why do you suddenly need your dad's birth certificate?"
Katrina was silent for a second, "You'll think I'm crazy."
"How can we think you're crazy?" Kendall asked. "You're totally sane."
"My dad called me," Katrina admitted.
"You're totally crazy," Logan decided. "Your dad is dead."
"I realize that," Katrina snapped. "But Evan has this theory that it's really his twin that died which really makes me wonder about HIS sanity. So, we need the birth certificate to find out if he was a twin. We can't really do anything more on this without it."
"So, what did your dad say?" Carlos asked.
"Her dad is dead," Logan reminded him. "There's no way he could make the phone call when he's dead."
"If he's a ghost, he could," Carlos responded.
"For the last time, there's no such thing as ghosts!" Logan insisted. "We've proven this already!"
"Just because the Palm Woods ghost wasn't a ghost, doesn't mean that ghosts don't exist!" Carlos retorted.
"Uh, guys?" Katrina's voice came from the phone. "Can we focus here?"
"Right," Logan and Carlos agreed.
"What do you need us to do?" Kendall asked.
"I'm going to send you some information on the hospital my dad was born at," Katrina informed them. "I need you to go there and ask for his birth certificate. Kendall, you're going to have to do the asking since you're related to him. If there are any problems, have them call me immediately. Do not leave without that birth certificate."
"Okay, we'll try," Kendall assured her.
"No, you'll do more than try," Katrina insisted. "You'll get this. I mean it. This is important."
"Fine, we'll get it," Kendall agreed. "You seem on edge. Is something wrong?" Katrina went silent. "Okay, now I KNOW something's wrong. Tell us."
"Camille found out about me and Logan," Katrina admitted quickly. She spoke so fast that the boys had to take a second to figure out what she had said. Once they did, their eyes went wide and Carlos, James and Kendall turned to stare at Logan. The smart one kept his eyes focused on the phone. "So, we kind of got in a fight and aren't talking anymore."
"How did she find out?" Logan asked.
"Jo told me that someone sent her some pictures of me and Logan kissing," Katrina revealed. "It was anonymous. No one knows where they came from. And the one person who could probably somehow help isn't talking to me. As soon as we found out that we have no idea where it came from, Evan insisted that it was probably the Zizi trying to mess up my life. But, since Evan's my brother, Camille's not talking to him. At all. Which means there's no way to track this."
"The Zizi is getting into our personal lives?" Kendall realized.
"Evan's just paranoid," Katrina assured him. "I mean, if they wanted to get into our personal lives, the media would know about this whole situation with me, Logan, Camille and James. And then cause a whole fan war with shipping us. Which would cause a whole lot of craziness." Katrina paused in her talking for a second. "Wait. That could cause a huge distraction. And while we're dealing with that, the Zizi could be planning. Which means, they could catch us off guard. I'm sorry, I have to go." Katrina's voice was replaced by a dial tone after she hung up. Kendall pressed the end button to stop the speakerphone.
"Now who's paranoid?" James asked figuratively. He looked down at the phone. "What would happen if our personal lives did get out?"
"Chaos," Logan said simply. There was a tense silence between the four boys.
"So," Carlos broke the silence. "What do you think Katrina's ghost dad told her?"
"Carlos!" Logan exclaimed. "There's no such thing as ghosts!" The two boys went back into their argument about ghosts as Kendall and James hung their heads.
Camille opened her door to find Evan on the other side. She rolled her eyes and tried to slam the door on his face, but he stopped the door by jutting out his foot in the doorway. After a few more attempts to shut the door, Camille gave up and glared at Evan.
"Leave," Camille demanded. "I DON'T want to talk to you."
"Camille," Evan began.
"Don't make me slap you," Camille threatened. "Although, according to your sister, that would be a form of endearment. Maybe instead I should knee you where the sun doesn't shine. That would tell you that I hate you."
"You don't hate me," Evan responded. "You hate Katrina and with good reason."
"Yeah, well, Katrina's not the one in striking distance," Camille pointed out.
"Make-up with her," Evan suggested.
"Why the hell would I do something like that?" Camille asked.
"Because both of you need all the friends you can get," Evan replied. "And because I could tell that she didn't mean all the words she said. And because she's not going to date Logan as long as I have a say in the matter."
Camille crossed her arms as she stared at him, "Seriously? She's not going to be with Logan?"
"Carlos has a better shot with her now," Evan revealed. "I mean, he's the only one that hasn't lied to her or hurt her emotionally. If only he was sane."
Camille continued to stare for a second before reaching over and opening her door more, "Come on in. I got sent more pictures." Evan went inside Camille's apartment and the door closed after him.
Katrina and Jo were sitting in the control room at Rocque Records. Katrina was working with the switches on the board in front of her while Jo rambled and paced behind her.
"Okay, Jo," Katrina finally interrupted her. "What is your point?"
"You should definitely make-up with Camille," Jo stopped her pacing.
"Why would I do that when she started the fight?" Katrina asked.
"You kissed her boyfriend!" Jo reminded her.
"Oh, right, that," Katrina mumbled. "I guess I have to apologize for that."
"So, go," Jo urged.
"I don't think I'm exactly in the perfect state to be rational," Katrina admitted. "Maybe next week." Jo stared at her in disbelief. "I might have been a little harsh to her due to PMS." Jo nodded and smiled in sympathy as she finally got it. "Now tell me what you think of this music." Katrina got some music playing from the speakers. Jo bobbed her head to the beat.
"This is good," Jo replied. "Kind of different for Big Time Rush though."
"That's because it's not Big Time Rush," Katrina revealed. "This is for the band that Evan, Brandon and I formed. I've been working with the music making part of this machine to do different guitar, bass and drums parts cause those are the instruments that Evan, Brandon and I play. Not in that order."
"Why are you working here and not with the actual instruments?" Jo asked, sitting down in a seat next to Katrina.
"Because," Katrina pressed a button, stopping the music. "I don't know how to play bass or drums. So, to write in those instruments, I have to use a machine. Then, I can write out the sheet music and give it to the others."
"So, what's your band's name?" Jo asked.
Katrina looked over at the blonde, "Name? Uh, we haven't exactly figured that one out yet." Katrina looked down at the notebook in her hand, scribbling some words in it. "We haven't even decided anything yet except to be a band. This whole dad calling thing put that on hold."
"Do you think that was your dad or what?"
Katrina turned slightly to stare at Jo. A look of thought passed onto Katrina's face as she responded, "I really don't know."
Evan and Camille were sitting on a couch in her living area. Camille had her laptop on the coffee table in front of the two of them. She was scrolling through an email of pictures of Logan and Katrina together. Scanning through them, they noticed smiles and glances between Logan and Katrina in the pictures. They stopped at one where the couple was sitting on a pool chair together. Logan was whispering something in Katrina's ear and they were both laughing.
"I've never seen Katrina this happy before," Evan admitted. "Not even before the accident."
"Can we focus?" Camille demanded. "Didn't you want these so you could figure out where they came from?"
"Right, let me see this," Evan reached over to grab Camille's laptop. His hand brushed against hers slightly and she froze. Evan didn't seem to notice as he put the laptop closer to him on the coffee table, going through the pictures again. Camille stared down at her hand while Evan typed away, not realizing that she wasn't talking. "Why do you think they wanted you to have these?" When Camille didn't answer him, Evan looked over to see that she was frozen. "Camille? Are you alright?"
Camille shook her head slightly as she jerked out of her frozenness, "Um, yeah, sorry. I'm guessing that they wanted me to break-up with Logan or get really mad at Katrina or both." Evan nodded and turned back to the laptop. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," Evan agreed, not looking away from the screen.
"Why won't you let Katrina date anyone?" Camille asked.
Evan stopped what he was doing so he could turn to Camille, "Can you keep a secret? Especially from Katrina?" Camille nodded. "Well, Katrina's a lot more like me than she knows."
"What are you talking about?"
"I hooked up with some of my friends' girlfriends," Evan revealed. Camille's jaw dropped. "Yes, I was the other man. Just like Katrina's the other woman. I didn't want her to date before the accident because I was worried my friends would date her and then do something to her to get back at me. Now, I don't want her to date because I'm afraid she's going to get hurt by someone like me."
"Why? Why would you go after someone's girlfriend?"
"I don't know," Evan admitted. "Maybe it was the challenge in getting the girls interested in me or maybe it was knowing that I can't be tied down to the girl or maybe there's something about taken women that turn me on." He gave Camille a smirk. "Although you should know, I never got caught." Camille blinked as she stared at him blankly. Evan stared back, not dropping his smirk.
Suddenly, Camille's hand smacked Evan across his face. The blonde boy reached up to hold his reddening cheek in pain.
"Okay, ow," Evan told her. "Didn't you say earlier that your slap was a form of endearment?"
Camille stared at him while he rubbed his cheek as though it would lessen the pain. Before Evan could realize what was going on, Camille tackled him down on the couch, pressing her lips to his. Evan's eyes were wide in shock as they darted back and forth while she kissed his unresponsive lips. After a few seconds of this, Evan shrugged, closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Camille, returning her kiss.
Katrina and Jo were walking up to the door of the Palm Woods. During the entire taxi ride to their apartment building, they discussed different name ideas for the band Katrina, Evan and Brandon were forming.
Finally, Jo remembered, "Big Time Rush got their name from using a hockey term. Is there something that you three have in common that you can use in the band name?"
"Um," Katrina looked to the sky as she thought about it. The two girls stopped nearby the door. "Well, Evan and I lived next door to Brandon, so all of us lived on Baker Avenue. And, as toddlers, our moms would take us to the same daycare."
"I mean, interests," Jo clarified.
"We like taking adventures," Katrina realized. "Sometimes, we would get in trouble when we didn't check in with our parents."
"So, adventures," Jo repeated. "What kind of name can you come up with that includes adventures?"
Katrina put her hand to her chin. Before she could come up with a name, a bird landed on her shoulder. Katrina and Jo stared at it. The bird was a parrot, specifically an African Grey Parrot. Most of the parrot was grey with white feathers around the eyes and some red feathers as the tail. It squawked while the girls continued to stare.
"Um, hello?" Katrina told the parrot.
"Hello," the parrot responded.
"I wonder who this parrot belongs to," Jo mentioned.
"Maybe we should put up some flyers," Katrina decided. She reached up to stroke the parrot's head. "So, what is your name?"
The parrot shook a bit before replying, "Dusty."
"At least we know his name," Jo raised her hand to pet Dusty, but the parrot squawked at her. She quickly pulled away. "Jeez, what's up with this guy?"
"He likes me," Katrina responded. "And I like him. I've missed having a pet." Dusty cooed a bit as he nuzzled against Katrina's hand. "But, I guess I better put some flyers together."
"Zizi," Dusty spoke up. The girls' eyes went wide as they looked at each other.
"I don't think I'll be making flyers," Katrina realized. The girls turned back to stare at the bird.
"No," Mrs. Knight told Katrina. The teen girl was setting the table for dinner with Dusty on her shoulder. Mrs. Knight stared at the bird from the kitchen.
"Why can't I keep Dusty?" Katrina asked. "I know a lot about birds. I can take good care of him!"
"Great," Mrs. Knight spoke sarcastically. "You've already named it."
"Him," Katrina corrected. "And since he's an African Grey Parrot, he can mimic any sound. From the TV to a guitar to the sound of a microwave."
Mrs. Knight sighed, "You can keep him on one condition. I don't want to see any bird poop around here. If I do, you'll have to clean it up and I'll give you some extra chores that week."
"Yes!" Katrina cheered. "Thanks, Aunt Jenn."
"Celebrate good times, come on!" Dusty sang. Katrina gave a toothy grin as she looked at her bird.
"Dusty has an amazing voice," Mrs. Knight mentioned.
"He's just mimicking something he heard," Katrina informed her.
Suddenly, the door opened and Evan walked in. He gave Katrina a smile before heading over to the couch. She stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Why is your hair all messy?" Katrina asked him.
Evan hesitated before replying, "Basketball game with some old friends."
"Liar," Dusty chirped. Katrina glanced at him before focusing back on Evan. Her brother had turned to stare at Katrina.
"What's with the bird?" Evan finally noticed Dusty on Katrina's shoulder.
"This is Dusty," Katrina introduced her bird to Evan. "He's an African Grey Parrot and can mimic any sound."
"From the TV to a guitar to the sound of a microwave," Dusty mimicked Katrina's earlier words. Katrina pointed at the bird with a giant grin on her face. Evan got up and walked up to Katrina. Reaching out to pet Dusty, the bird decided to bite him.
"OW!" Evan pulled his hand back. He put the bit finger in his mouth as though his saliva would alleviate the pain.
"Oh, I forgot to mention that Dusty only likes me," Katrina told him.
Evan pulled his finger out of his mouth, "I like him already. He'll keep the boys away from you." Katrina rolled her eyes and headed for the door.
"I'm going to go get supplies for Dusty," Katrina announced. "I'll see you at dinner."
A few days later, James, Logan, Kendall and Carlos had gotten away from their tour bus and made their way to the hospital that Katrina's and Evan's dad was born. Kendall led the boys to the receptionist desk.
The woman sitting behind the desk greeted the boys with a smile, "What can I do for you gentlemen?"
"Hi," Kendall greeted her. "I was wondering if I could find some information about a person born here in 1967."
"That depends," the woman responded. "Are you related to this person?"
"I'm his nephew," Kendall revealed.
"Okay," the woman moved over to a computer. "Can I have his name please?"
"Dominic Harold Wolff," Kendall told her. The woman typed on the computer, glancing up at it every so often.
After a minute, she stopped her typing and turned to the guys, "I'm sorry. There was no one by that name born here. Of any year." The guys glanced at each other.
"WHAT?" Katrina and Evan exclaimed. Katrina was holding her phone in between herself and her brother. They were connected to the guys on the other end of the speakerphone call.
"If your dad was born at that hospital, his records are gone," Kendall told his cousins through the phone. The guys had Kendall's phone on speaker as well.
"Are you absolutely sure that your dad was born there?" Logan asked.
"I was until this," Evan admitted. "Now, I don't know what to do. Which sucks." He hit his leg in frustration.
"Maybe we should do an actual search of our house," Katrina suggested. "If the Zizi are using it as a hideout, then wouldn't they leave behind things? Things we can use to find out what's going on?"
"We need more people to do that," Evan replied. "Split up, cover more ground. More eyes to see things differently. And there's no way I'm getting the police involved in this. We'll never know anything unless we figure this out on our own."
"If you wait until we get back, we'll help," Carlos offered.
"Good idea," Katrina agreed. "So, how's your tour going?"
"Things are AWESOME!" James responded. "All of those girls in the audience calling my name." There were three throat clearings on the other end. "I mean, our names.
"It is pretty sweet to see people singing along to our songs," Kendall admitted. "To see all those people who we don't know respect us for the work we put into our songs."
"Are you sure that the girls aren't there because they see four hot guys and automatically want to stare at them?" Katrina asked.
"Did you just call us all hot?" James caught. Evan looked up at Katrina and noticed that her face was starting to get pink.
"Aw, she's blushing," Evan teased.
Before the guys could say anything, Katrina spoke, "Oh, look. It's Jo. I have to go. See you guys when you get back! Bye!" She hung up the phone and looked at her brother. Evan had a teasing smirk on his face. "Oh, don't start on me about not dating boys. I didn't ask them."
"That's good," Evan told her. "Because you're not dating anyone. Why didn't you tell them about our band?"
"Because they would have said something to Gustavo," Katrina replied. "And then Gustavo would have insisted on producing us and there's only so much Gustavo that I can take. Plus, how would we know if we were any good if the producer for our cousin's band takes us on because we've worked with him before?"
"You have some good points," Evan admitted.
"We better get going," Katrina got to her feet. "We've got band practice with Brandon." Evan nodded as the two left for Rocque Records.
Katrina, Evan and Brandon were sitting in the practice room at Rocque Records. All three of them had their arms crossed and looked pissed off. Glares kept getting exchanged between the bandmates.
"I don't see why we can't play my type of music," Katrina broke the silence.
"We ALWAYS play your type of music," Evan complained. "Why not country?"
"Because I don't have a good country singing voice!" Katrina defended herself.
"You're fine with pop," Brandon pointed out. "Why don't we do that?"
"How about we compromise?" Evan tried to get something done. "If we do a cover at every performance, I'll play whatever genre we choose."
"And I guess we can be pop rock," Katrina gave in. She seemed to be sulking.
"You do know that All Time Low is technically pop rock," Evan mentioned. Katrina smiled at the thought of her favorite band.
"Alex has such an amazing voice and such a hot body," Katrina talked about the lead singer of All Time Low. She stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming. The two boys shook their heads.
"We still need a name," Brandon reminded the siblings.
"Jo suggested that we base it off of something the three of us like to do together," Katrina told them. "But I could only think of adventures."
"I've been thinking," Evan revealed. "And Brandon, you can turn this down if you're uncomfortable with it. How about Wolff Pack? You know, with two 'f's. It kind of sounds like a rock band name."
"I'm cool with that," Brandon assured them. "I was over your house enough to be a member of your family."
"Okay, so we're the Wolff Pack," Katrina agreed. "Now, we should work on songs." Katrina pulled a notebook out from under her chair. "I've been working on some original ones that we should practice. Let's get to work." She and the boys went over to the instruments and began their band practice.
Sitting on a lounge chair beside the pool, Katrina tanned in the sunlight. Clinging to the back of the seat was Dusty. The parrot seemed to be watching everyone that walked by the model.
One boy stopped in front of Katrina. She gave the boy a smile, but Dusty was the one that spoke, "Keep walking, perv." Katrina's jaw dropped as she turned to look at her bird. The boy practically ran away.
"Now, that was rude, Dusty," Katrina told the parrot. "I have enough people not wanting me to date. I don't need my pet to be doing the same."
"Doing job," Dusty squawked. "Boys bad. Cheat and lie."
Katrina smacked her forehead in frustration, "Even my bird wants me to die alone with fifty cats."
It was at that moment that another person stopped in front of Katrina. The model looked up and saw Camille standing there, a determined look upon the actress's face. Katrina crossed her arms, a scowl forming on her lips.
"What do you want?" Katrina snapped. "Haven't you already insulted me enough? Or are you going to take a stab at something else?" She was aware that all the talking around the pool had ceased and everyone was staring at the two girls, waiting for another fight to happen.
"I'm sorry," Camille apologized.
"Liar," Dusty squawked.
"Yeah, I'm agreeing with Dusty," Katrina mentioned.
"I went overboard," Camille admitted as if the others hadn't said anything. "I shouldn't have said all those bad things about you. But Logan and I are dating and I would really like it if you would respect the friend boundaries and stay away. If something happens between me and Logan, I give you early permission to go after him if you still want him, but please let us see where the relationship is going first."
Katrina bit her lip slightly as she thought about what Camille had said. The girls didn't break eye contact once while Camille anticipated the answer. The people in the pool area leaned in to try and hear what Katrina's answer would be.
"Fine," Katrina gave in. "I'll back off. I have some unresolved issues with James anyways." Whispering began between the people in the area. Katrina rolled her eyes, but ignored the whispers.
"Oh really?" Camille sat down next to Katrina. "What kind of issues?"
"Um," Katrina began. "It's our love/hate relationship. When my brother can see it, I've got to think about it. You know, Evan has never had a girlfriend." Camille stiffened in her seat, freezing in her position. "Anyways, James kind of gave up on me and let me go. I think, subconsciously, he was hoping that I'd come back, but I never did. Now, I'm wondering if I should."
"Go," Camille insisted. "And I'm not just saying that because I want you to stay away from Logan. I think that you and James work well together. It's chemistry."
"If I admit something, can it stay between us?" Katrina asked.
"Of course."
"Okay, well, most of the time, when I'm with James, I want to strangle him. And other times, it's peaceful, like we could be friends and I could respect him. But there were a few times where I wanted to knock him down to the ground and make-out with him until we both passed out from lack of air."
"Sounds like love to me," Camille responded.
"It can't be love," Katrina shook her head. "Maybe passion, but not love."
"How do you know? Have you been in love before?"
Katrina stared at Camille who was obviously expecting an answer. Looking down at her hands, Katrina pretended like she was thinking about the answer, but she already knew it. And she couldn't tell it to Camille. So, Katrina did the only thing she could think of. Lie. "No. I've never been in love."
"Liar," Dusty chirped. Camille looked at the bird before staring at Katrina in suspicion. Katrina gave Camille as innocent a smile as possible.
A couple weeks later, Katrina walked into the apartment with her cell phone to her ear. She was laughing at something the person on the other end had told her.
"A fan actually threw that on stage?" Katrina exclaimed in shock. "Oh my God, that must have been messy." She stopped talking to listen to the other person. "Sounds like you boys are having a great time on tour. I'm great here too. I've been doing some shopping with the girls to keep myself occupied when I'm not at work. And I've taken more interest in work, both at Penny's Pet Care and modeling." There was another pause while the person talked to her. "Yes, Logan. Camille and I did make-up. And she doesn't seem mad at you either. It's weird." Katrina looked in the fridge through the see-through door, but didn't seem to find something she liked since she walked away from it. "No, I haven't heard from the dad impersonator again. I'm starting to think it was a prank. Evan's doing this huge investigation though. Now, he thinks there's a conspiracy somewhere and attacking us is a test run before attacking really important people."
Evan walked into the room with a box in his hands. He set it down on the floor before going back through the door to the bedrooms. Katrina raised her eyebrows.
"But, I'm not surprised," Katrina told Logan through her phone. "Evan always liked adventures and mysteries. This is like a mystery adventure. Sort of. A whole bunch of times, Evan decided that we were going to pretend to be the characters in the show Scooby-Doo. Evan was always Fred since he was the jock and had leadership ability."
Once again, Evan came into the room to place a box on the floor before leaving for the bedrooms. Katrina stared at the door in confusion.
"I was always Daphne because she was the fashion dynamo on the show," Katrina went on. "Brandon was Shaggy because Brandon loves eating, but somehow never gains weight. We got one of our dogs to play Scooby. As for Velma." Katrina cut herself off as she stared up at the ceiling. "Wow, I haven't thought about her in a while. Velma was always played by this girl across the street. She wasn't noticed by people at school because she was too smart for her own good. We didn't talk to her at school. She insisted on being with people on the same intellect level as her. At home though, she was around us. I always thought it was because she had a crush on Evan, but she denied it every time I asked. She was in my grade. How come I can remember all of that, but not her name?"
As she listened to Logan's answer, she watched Evan come into the room again with yet another box. He placed it on one of the others, gave Katrina a smile and left again. Katrina furrowed her eyebrows.
"Um, Logan, can we talk later? I think I see something that requires my attention. Okay, buh-bye." Katrina hung up her phone as Evan came into the room with a fourth box. "What are you doing?"
Evan set the box down with the others, "Moving out." He turned to head for the bedrooms again.
Suddenly, Katrina's arms were around him from behind as she clung to him, "No! You can't run off again! I won't let you!" She was tearing up. "Please don't leave me again! I ca-can't take losing you again!" Tears were getting the back of Evan's shirt wet.
"Kat," Evan addressed her. "I'm just moving next door. Once the guys get back, this place will be too small for all of us. Brandon's living there too."
Katrina pulled away, "Oh. Sorry." Katrina sniffed, brushing away some tears.
Evan turned to her, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. And if I do, it's to take you into hiding with me."
"Evan," Katrina spoke to her brother. "We can't leave our family. We just found them."
"Then we better hope that we find the Zizi and destroy them or we're all going to have to go into hiding."
Katrina walked into a room with her hair done, make-up done and clothes picked out for her because she was about to do a model shoot. Even though it was August, the shoot was for a Christmas ad. Her hair had red, green, white and gold ribbons added to it. Glitter was all over her body, especially her face. She was wearing a green, fuzzy turtleneck sweater and a red miniskirt with a gold belt that matched her heels. Katrina walked over to join the other models who greeted her with scowls.
"Oh great," one of the models spoke up, "You're back in modeling. I still don't see how someone so short could be a model."
"And people wonder why I didn't miss modeling," Katrina responded. "I like the job, but the people can be really rude." The other model rolled her eyes and walked off.
Katrina didn't even get a chance to relax before another model came up to her with a smirk on his face, "So the Wolff model returns. I'm surprised that you didn't bring your partner. But since he's not here, would you like an opportunity to cheat on your boyfriend? I know where the supply closet is." There was a throat clearing that caused both of them to look over at the source. Katie was standing there in her power suit right next to Evan who had driven them to the shoot. Evan crossed his arms as he glared at the male model. "Oh, that's your brother, isn't it?" Katrina, Evan and Katie nodded their heads. "Then, I'm just gonna go." He gave them a guilty smile before he ran off.
"I really need to figure out a way to get rid of that rumor that James and I are dating," Katrina mumbled.
"I still get twenty percent of your payment, right?" Katie made sure.
"Ten," Katrina corrected.
"How about fifteen?" Katie bargained.
Katrina sighed, "Fine, but only because you're my cousin."
"Katrina," the photographer called out to her. "You're needed on set." Katrina waved to her relatives before she ran over to the other models on the set. There, the photographer directed the models to where they had to be and what they had to do. Katrina found herself laughing with the model that had called her short. Throughout the shoot, the two of them looked like the best of friends.
"I don't get how girls can do that," Evan mentioned to Katie. "Insult each other one minute and then still be friends."
"It's called a frenemy," Katie told him. "It's like Katrina and Camille."
"They're frenemies?"
"Oh yeah. Don't you see the way that they avoid talking about what really gets them fighting? It's like a time bomb between those two. Just one word and one of them will snap again."
Evan shifted around uncomfortably, "You really think so?" Katie nodded. "Things are really complicated around here." The two of them watched Katrina as she twisted her hair in her fingers, pretending to flirt with the male model that had tried to make-out with her earlier.
Lying beside the pool with Evan and Brandon on either of her sides, Katrina frowned, "Something's different." Evan and Brandon looked at her.
"What is?" Evan asked.
"Maybe it's that I'm living here now," Brandon suggested.
"No, you were already here a lot," Katrina assured him. "It's something else."
"It's the new kids," Camille came walking up to the trio. "Every summer, there's a whole bunch of new kids that come to the Palm Woods expecting their dreams to come true. They always think they're all that until one of us comes in and puts them in their place." Katrina, Evan and Brandon exchanged looks.
"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Katrina asked. The guys nodded with smiles on their faces.
Before they could say anything, Jo walked into the pool area with a grin on her face and a dark haired boy following her. She came up to the others and held up a booklet.
"I got a role on New Town High!" Jo announced.
"That's awesome!" Katrina exclaimed, getting up to hug her friend. Pulling away, she continued, "Now, who's the creepy guy who's acting like he owns the place?"
The guy in question pushed Jo out of the way, "Hello, I'm Jett Stetson. It's an honor to meet such a lovely lady." He grabbed Katrina's hand and placed a kiss on it. Jo rolled her eyes.
"He plays my love interest on the show," Jo informed them.
"But I can play your love interest in real life," Jett offered.
"And that's where I come in," Evan stepped in between Katrina and Jett. "Back off of my sister." Evan cracked his knuckles.
"Protective big brother," Jett realized. "Not going after that. He might punch my face in." Evan faked a punch and Jett ran off.
"I wouldn't go out with him anyways," Katrina told her brother. "He's so not my type."
"Good because you're not dating anyone," Evan replied. Katrina rolled her eyes at the usual comment from Evan.
"So," Brandon got to his feet, "Should we get to band practice?" Evan and Katrina agreed as the three of them left the pool area.
A few days later, Katrina, Evan and Brandon found themselves on the roof of the Palm Woods. They had instruments up there and were planning to perform for the Palm Woods kids to put the new kids in their place.
"Are you sure we're ready for this?" Brandon asked.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Katrina picked up the guitar. Evan sat in front of the drum set, twirling a drumstick in his hand. Brandon sighed as he picked up the bass, ready for the performance.
Katrina turned on the microphone, the static from it causing the residents to look up at the band. Before one of the residents could say something, Evan used his drumsticks to count them in. On four, the trio started playing their instruments. The kids quickly got up to cheer and dance to the song. Katrina leaned forward to sing into the microphone.
You don't know our names
So call us what you want
But we won't leave this place
Until we've left our mark
Like a cigarette
Try to stomp us out
The walls that you've built up
We're gonna burn them down
Take or leave it
We're not gonna change
This is what
This is what we are
Forget what you've been told
Little do they know
We're just getting started
This is what
This is what we are
Not fooling anyone
Take a look at what we've done
We're just getting started
I can feel their eyes
Trying to dim our light
The harder that they try
The brighter we will shine
We are the wayward sounds
You can't hold us down
Cause we have learned to fly
With our feet on the ground
Take or leave it
We're, we're not gonna change
This is what
This is what we are
Forget what you've been told
Little do they know
We're just getting started
This is what
This is what we are
Not fooling anyone
Take a look at what we've done
We're just getting started
We're just getting started
We're just getting started
Started
Time's up, we've been hidden for too long
Gotta scream, gotta scream it from our lungs
Time's up, we've been hidden for too long
This is what we are
This is what we are
This is what
This is what we are
Forget what you've been told
Little do they know
We're just getting started
This is what
This is what we are
Not fooling anyone
Take a look at what we've done
We're just getting started
We're just getting started
We're just getting started
The kids below cheered as Wolff Pack finished their song. Katrina, Evan and Brandon shared high-fives. They didn't get to celebrate much as Mr. Bitters walked outside and looked up at the band on his roof.
"Hey!" Mr. Bitters got their attention. "Performing on the roof, strike one!" He held up a red X with his face in the middle. The trio's smiles disappeared.
Evan stepped forward to the microphone, "Three hundred bucks if you take back that strike." Mr. Bitters stared up at him for a second before he threw the X to the side and walked back into the building. The trio gave each other high-fives again.
Suddenly, some handclapping interrupted their celebration. The band looked over and noticed Katie standing there in her power suit.
"Excellent way of getting rid of the man," Katie told them. "Anyways, I filmed one of your practices and sent it to someone."
"A producer?" Brandon asked excitedly.
"No, I thought we were going with Gustavo," Katie responded.
"Well, we're not," Katrina insisted, "Unless he gives us something really good that I haven't figured out yet."
Katie stared at her for a second before continuing, "This someone is in charge of Rocktoberfest. And they like you so much they're putting you in their unsigned artist slot."
"Yes!" the band cheered. All of them began celebrating their first real gig.
The elevator opened revealing Katrina, Evan and Katie wearing backpacks. They walked through the lobby, Katrina and Katie with smiles on their faces while Evan sulked.
"I can't believe I have to go to school," Evan mentioned. "I'm eighteen! I should be a graduate by now."
"That's what you get for running off," Katrina retorted. "If you had stayed, you would have graduated with Brandon. Now, you're graduating with me!" The siblings and their cousin made their way into the classroom where Miss Collins, their teacher, was writing something on the board. Katie took a seat at the front while Katrina sat next to Jo. Evan was next to Camille who began twisting her hair in her finger the second he sat down. Katrina and Jo exchanged curious looks at the weird behavior.
"Good morning, class!" Miss Collins got everyone's attention causing the students to stop talking. "I hope all of you had a great summer. Now, since we've got so many new kids, I don't know how much you know. So, to test your knowledge, we're gonna start with a pop quiz!" She held up a pile of papers to the groans of everyone else. Her smile disappeared as she began passing out the papers. Silence filled the room as the students dug into their quiz.
Evan and Katrina found themselves sitting at the dining table in Evan's and Brandon's apartment, doing their homework together.
"What'd you get for number five?" Evan asked Katrina.
"That's the fifth time you've asked what I got," Katrina responded. "I'm starting to think that you're using me. You do realize that I'm not a genius like Logan."
"But you explain it so well," Evan tried flattery. Katrina glared at him, not falling for it. "Fine. I'll do it myself." The siblings went silent as they worked. It didn't take long before Evan began humming while working. Katrina sighed in annoyance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is that bothering you?"
"Yes, Evan," Katrina replied. "Why do you think that I never did my homework with you before now?"
"Because we weren't in the same grade," Evan suggested. Katrina rolled her eyes and looked back at her work. She didn't get a chance to concentrate because Evan started tapping his pencil on the table. Katrina ignored it.
A few minutes later, Evan spoke again, "I still haven't found anything about our dad." Katrina looked at him, paying attention. "I did find out something though."
"What is it?" Katrina asked.
"There's nothing online about our father before he met our mother," Evan revealed. "Just like there's nothing about our mom before she met our dad. It's like they were plopped on the Earth the moment they met."
"Maybe Aunt Jenn will know something," Katrina suggested. "Have you figured out where they met?"
"No," Evan shook his head. "They weren't famous then so no one reported it. I found the first article about them about a year before they got married. And Aunt Jenn was our mom's maid of honor."
"Then we should ask Aunt Jenn about them," Katrina repeated. "After we finish our homework." She looked down at her paper and returned to her work.
Evan still couldn't concentrate on his work as he continued to talk to his sister, "This whole thing with our dad makes me think. Do you know what happened to Kendall's and Katie's dad? You know, our uncle?"
"Nope," Katrina replied, looking up from her paper. "Unlike Kendall, I don't pry. If Kendall and Katie want to tell me, then I'll listen. But I'm not going to press the issue. It might bring up some problems that they don't want to face. Kind of like us finding out things about our family that we didn't want to face."
"Wouldn't you rather know the truth?"
"I'd rather be at home with our parents and siblings, living like we were before. We would have found out about Kendall, Katie and Aunt Jenn eventually, but we'll never be sitting in our dining room having a family dinner again. Things will never be normal again. Our lives will always be plagued by the Wolff Family Tragedy. When people meet us, that's all they'll be able to think about. So, now, all I want is for the Zizi to leave us alone so we can find normal again." Katrina got to her feet and stuffed her papers into her backpack. "I'm sorry, I have to go." Rubbing a tear from her eye, she left the apartment.
"Great," Evan threw his hands into the air. "The guys were right. She's gotten really emotional." He stared down at his almost blank piece of paper. "And now I'm never going to get my homework done."
Suddenly, Brandon walked into his and Evan's apartment. Evan looked over at him with a plotting smile.
"Hey, Brandon," Evan greeted his best friend.
"No, I'm not helping you with your homework," Brandon automatically assumed. "You need to learn how to do it on your own." Without another word, Brandon left for his room.
"Damn it!" Evan smashed his hand down on the table. His hand went up to run through his hair as he tried to concentrate on his work. However, as soon as he got into his zone, Brandon decided he would turn his music on in his room. Evan groaned. "I'm trying to concentrate here!" Brandon's music didn't get quieter, but Evan did hear a knock on the door. Knowing that Brandon wouldn't hear it over his music, Evan got up to answer the door. Camille was on the other side. As soon as she saw him, she gave him a smirk.
"Nice place," Camille commented, walking into the apartment without being invited.
"It's a dump," Evan mentioned. "But Brandon and I are on a budget since I can't access my inheritance until I graduate. My parents made sure of that. So, I'm broke. Most of our rent comes from Brandon's parents. What are you doing here? Did someone send you some more photos?"
"No," Camille replied. "I just thought that we could talk." Evan's eyebrows went up. "Like we did when you visited before." She let her fingers trail along Evan's chest.
"Camille," Evan addressed her. "I told you that I like challenges. You're not giving me a challenge by throwing yourself at me. So, I recommend that you leave here before Brandon overhears you and tells Kat who then tells Logan causing both of us to be in serious trouble."
Seeming disappointed, Camille headed for the door. Before she left, she turned to look at Evan, "The guys are going to be back tomorrow. That includes Logan. More likely of a chance we'll be caught. That a big enough challenge for you?" She gave him a wink and shut the door after her.
Evan sighed, looking to the ceiling, "I shouldn't have kissed her." He shook his head and sat down at his dining table, finally concentrating on his homework.
"Dogs!" Gustavo addressed the boys from the front of the tour bus. They looked over at him and Kelly standing beside their tour bus driver. "We're going to be in LA by morning." The guys cheered. "So, don't do something stupid and blow up this tour bus! I still want to get my deposit back!"
"What Gustavo is trying to say," Kelly translated. "Is we're proud of you for finishing your first tour in such a success." The guys fist-bumped. "Now, get some sleep and we'll call when we need you again." That said, Gustavo and Kelly got off the bus and the bus driver got behind the wheel. As the bus took off, the boys turned to each other.
"I can't wait to sleep in our own beds!" Carlos exclaimed. "And get some homecooked meals!"
"Yeah," Kendall agreed, "And it's going to be awesome to see everyone again."
"Logan," James talked to his friend, "It's almost the end of our tour. Who are you going to pick? Katrina or Camille?" Logan glared at him. "Okay, not the best time."
Logan sighed, "It's rational that I stay with Camille because we're already together, but Katrina and I are more compatible. And I don't know if Katrina still feels the same. What if she met someone while we were away that Evan approves of?"
"Dude," Carlos spoke up, "You were on the phone with Katrina more than the rest of us combined."
"And more than you called Camille," Kendall added.
"It's obvious who you've chosen," James told Logan.
Logan stared at his friends for a second before asking, "How do I break it to Camille?"
"You're not," his three friends responded. Logan stared at them in disbelief.
"But since I want to be with Katrina, I have to break-up with Camille," Logan insisted.
"Yeah, but you can't," James replied. "You're too scared to do it."
"So, we're going to break-up with her for you," Kendall assured Logan. "Well, James and I are. Carlos can't break someone's heart either." Carlos nodded with a smile like it was a good thing.
Logan smiled, "Thanks. Just make it as swift and painless as possible. And please don't let Katrina see it." Kendall and James nodded.
Suddenly, Carlos put his elbow on the table, hand sticking straight up in the air, "Who wants to arm wrestle for first dibs on jumping into the pool?" Kendall, Logan and James stared at Carlos's had for a second. Before Logan or Kendall could say a word, James moved forward, grabbing Carlos's hand.
(A/N): Whoa…. A lot to take in here. Okay, let's start with the dad thing. There's gotta be an explanation for that, right? Why would Katrina's and Evan's dad say he was born somewhere, but he wasn't? What will Mrs. Knight have to say about it? Are they ever going to figure out what's going on? Is Evan right and their dad really is out there alive? Or is that just soap opera thinking? Wolff Pack's first performance was a hit! But, there's only so long that they can keep their band away from the guys and Gustavo, especially since Big Time Rush AND Wolff Pack are playing in Rocktoberfest! Katrina's got a new pet! A talking parrot that hates everyone, but her! And Dusty the bird can detect lies. Is that a good or bad thing? And since Dusty can speak, will he 'accidently' repeat something that SHOULDN'T be repeated? And how does he know about the Zizi? Can they coax the answers out of him? Speaking of the Zizi, did they really send those pictures to Camille or is everyone just being paranoid? The love rectangle has expanded to a love pentagon because Evan and Camille kissed! How is Logan going to react when he finds out? How is KATRINA going to react since she and Camille are walking on a fine line? Is this going to make that line snap? And is their kiss a onetime thing or is there something else there? Will Kendall and James succeed where Logan failed or is Lorina doomed from the start? And has Katrina figured out her thing with James or will she still be confused by the time the guys get back? And one of the most important things, how are the guys going to react to everything when they get back? Their return is in the next chapter! Until then, happy reading!