A/N: Now, for some more shameless self-promotion. I started a new multi-chapter story called Big Time Disaster. It's *gasp* Angst/Romance. You heard me right—angst. It stars Camille and Logan (of course). You should give it a read if you haven't already.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. If I did, there would be a new episode every day of the week, and each season would be more than twenty episodes.
The Boy Is Mine
Chapter 9-The Return of Bandana Man
Not again. This was a serious case of déjà vu. I rummaged through my bedroom—well the bedroom I shared with the other guys—in a frantic search. I turned the place upside down. It looked like a tornado had passed through the room, but left the walls intact. That's weird too, because if a tornado really had passed through the room, the walls wouldn't be intact, you know?
What was I searching for? My most prized possession of course. The one thing that was just as much a part of me as anything else. My lucky helmet. I never went anywhere without it. It prevented me from hurting my head too badly. The bottom line was that I felt naked without it. The funny thing is that I don't remember ever taking it off, so where could it have gone?
"James, have you seen my helmet?" I called out.
You're probably wondering what I was doing in the apartment. It's simple. Logan was in the lobby with Kendall. I know this because James and I saw them come down and then passed them as we went up to the apartment.
Then, I felt myself get lifted up off my feet, and picked up bridal style. I found myself face-to-face with James. Only he had purple bandanas tied around his upper arms, waist, thighs, and forehead.
"Who is this James you speak of? It is I, Bandana Man!" James replied.
James made a mad dash for the front door. I had no idea where he was taking me. I also found it pretty suspicious that he completely ignored my question. He probably knew where my helmet was. In fact, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he took it himself.
I squirmed, but it was all for naught. James was the strongest one of the four of us. I just wanted him to put me down. The way he was carrying me, it was causing people to give us weird looks as we passed them.
James put me down, and opened the supply closet. I saw my lucky helmet towards the back of the closet. Ha! I knew James took it! I headed straight for my lucky helmet. I hoped it wasn't used as a bowl for bologna like Lucky the TV Wonder Dog used it for the last time my helmet went M.I.A. Do you know how long it took for my helmet to stop smelling like lunch meat?
In my rush to be reunited with my helmet, James shut the door to the supply closet, and locked it. I heard him cackling on the other side of the door.
I pounded my fists on the door again. I had no idea how many times I tried this plan, but I wasn't giving up. It was a good thing I wasn't claustrophobic like Logan.
Logan. This was all his fault. If he hadn't called me an idiot, then we wouldn't have been fighting, and if we hadn't been fighting, then I wouldn't be locked in a supply closet right now.
"James, open up!" I shouted, rapping my knuckles on the door once more.
I jiggled the door handle, but it was pointless. I was stuck. The only way I would get out if someone outside unlocked the door, and for whatever reason, James wasn't letting me out. Come to think of it, I hadn't even heard anyone outside for quite some time now. Did James just leave me here?
Then, I heard the most marvelous sound in the world. I heard the door unlock.
"Hello Cami—you're not Camille!" Logan exclaimed.
The next thing I knew, Logan was shoved into me, and the two of us fell to the ground, Logan landing on top of me, knocking the wind out of me. Then, the door was shut and locked once more. Great! Logan was the last person on the face of the planet I wanted to be locked in a supply closet with.
"Get off me!" I yelled, roughly shoving Logan off me.
"Don't shove me!" Logan retorted, before shoving me just as roughly as I shoved him.
"Oh, so it's okay for you to shove me, but I can't shove you?"
"You're catching on."
I shoved him. He shoved me. I shoved him again. He returned the favor. We went back and forth like this for what seemed like forever. As time went on, our shoves got weaker and weaker, until we stopped shoving each other altogether.
I stood up and made sure my helmet was securely fastened. I had to get out of here. There was no way I was spending the rest of…however much longer I was going to be locked in here with Logan. I rather…well, never mind. I can't think of anything worse than being trapped in a supply closet with Logan.
I got a running start, built up a head of steam and rammed my shoulder in the door. I immediately started bouncing up and down in pain, and clutched my hurt shoulder with my good arm.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I exclaimed.
Logan quickly stood up, and approached me.
"Carlos, are you okay?" he asked.
"What do you care?" I snapped back.
I saw the hurt in his eyes, and immediately regretted my words. Even though we had been fighting, I knew he was genuinely concerned for my welfare. That's just who he was. He had always been like that for as long as I could remember. Every time one of us got hurt, no matter how minor an injury, Logan was always right there inspecting the injury. I guess that's one good thing about having a best friend who wants to be a doctor when he grows up.
I examined the door to the supply closet and was horrified to see that there wasn't so much as a dent in it. How embarrassing!
"I'm just being an idiot. You know, like you said I was!" I remarked. I wasn't being rational. I rarely ever was. I was so set on making Logan pay for what he said to me.
"Carlos, I don't think you're an idiot. I just think you handled the Stephanie situation all wrong," Logan said.
I scoffed. "Right. Because everything I do is wrong. Right Logan? I'm always wrong, and you're always right."
Logan looked similar to how he looks when Camille just slapped him. Surprised. Confused. Hurt. Not that I was feeling sorry for him, because I wasn't. I was glad he felt that way. I got a strange satisfaction knowing I was the one responsible.
"Stephanie has a crush on you," Logan blurted out.
I blinked once. Twice. I wasn't expecting that. I was expecting a witty remark. Or perhaps a sarcastic comment. At the very least, I was expecting him to defend himself. It all started to make sense now. Stephanie hadn't been telling me that she likes me as a friend. She was telling me that she wanted to be more than just friends. Logan was right after all. I was an idiot.
The two of us stood there in the supply closet in complete silence. I was trying to let this newfound information sink in. My eyes had bugged out, my jaw dropped. Stephanie liked me. She liked me, liked me. All this time I had spent pining after The Simms Twins and The Jennifers, and there was a girl who actually liked me. How could I have been so blind? Stephanie probably hated me. Heck, I'd hate myself too if I were her. No wonder she stormed out on me earlier.
"I just thought I'd do you a favor by telling you. No one told me about Camille after all," Logan said.
I laughed heartily. That brought me out of my trance. That was so hilarious that I stumbled around like a drunken man, so overcome with laughter that my balance went out the window.
"Dude, that's because it was so obvious!" I replied, grinning widely.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Logan whined.
I started cracking up even more. Wow, I really should sit down before I fall over or something. I plopped my butt on the floor, and resumed my laughing. I snuck a glance over at Logan and saw him roll his eyes at me. However, I noticed something else too. It happened so quick that he probably thought I didn't catch it, but he smiled back at me.
This was much more like it. I felt so much better now that Logan and I weren't fighting anymore. I couldn't stand it when my friends fought. I hated it even more when I was the one fighting with them.
"I can't speak for Kendall and James, but remember back when we were having the ultra teen crib built here at The Palm Woods instead of Rocque Records?" I asked.
"Yeah," Logan responded.
"Do you also remember how we split up into teams? It was you and Kendall on one team. James was on his own team. Katie, Camille, and I made up the third team."
Logan gave me an affirmative nod.
"That's when I first knew that Camille had a thing for you. Dude, the whole time she would not shut up about how it was so unfair that she couldn't be on your team. 'How come I can't be on Logan's team?' she said. 'Why is Kendall on Logan's team?' she asked. 'What is Logan gay? Please tell me he's not gay!' she said. I kid you not Katie and I were this close to putting duct tape over her mouth just so she would shut up. 'I get what's happening. This is some sort of intervention. You're trying to keep me from Logan, aren't you?' she asked. 'This isn't fair! You all are just jealous that it's not you I'm interested in!' she exclaimed. 'I wonder what Logan's doing right now,' she mused. 'Ooh! You're one of his best friends, right? Tell me everything about him, and don't leave out any details!' she said to me. So, as you can see Logan, it was obvious," I explained.
Logan had this bizarre expression on his face that was too hard to describe. I inwardly was amused that this was the girl Logan had a thing for.
"Yeah, I don't even know how to respond to that," Logan commented.
The two of us shared a laugh together for quite some time. This was the most I had laughed in quite some time now. My sides hurt I was laughing so hard. Logan was now sitting beside me on the floor. Every now and then, he would snicker.
"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot," he said.
As crazy as it sounds, I had forgotten all about that. Looking back, I couldn't believe I got so bent out of shape by that. I knew that Logan didn't really mean it. Typical Logan. He was always the first one to try and make things right.
"And I'm sorry for calling you a jerk. You're probably the nicest guy I know," I stated.
"Friends?" Logan asked, holding his hand out for me to shake.
The two of us shook hands. That wasn't enough for me though. I pulled him in for a hug. He was a bit surprised by the gesture, but I wasn't the slightest bit uncomfortable. It's strange how much of a bromance I have with all the other members of Big Time Rush really. I couldn't imagine doing this with three other guys.
"Well, I don't hear any yelling," Kendall said from the other side of the supply closet.
"Do you think they killed each other? What if we left them in there too long?" James asked.
Logan and I exchanged glances with one another. A diabolical smile appeared on both of our faces. We both held our index fingers to our lips in a 'quiet' gesture.
"Did you guys make up yet?" Kendall inquired.
I heard them fiddle with the door handle. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it was a good thing we were trapped in a supply closet. There was a vast supply of things at our disposal. Get it? Supply. Logan and I both grabbed a squeeze bottle of soap.
As soon as the door to the supply closet opened, Logan and I let James and Kendall have it. We squirted them with the soap with no remorse.
"Oh, no you didn't!" Kendall exclaimed.
"It's on!" James added.
They came into the supply closet and the next thing I knew we were using anything and everything in the supply closet on each other. Soap, paper towels, mops. Nothing was off limits. When there was nothing left in the supply closet to use, we finally had to stop.
"What happened to all my supplies? Who's going to pay for all this?" Mr. Bitters said as he was passing by.
"Don't worry guys. Gustavo will pick up the tab," Kendall said.
A/N: Meh, I'm not sure about the ending. Thank you to everyone who has read this story, reviewed this story, put this on their story alert list, put this on their favorite story list, put me on their author alert list, and put me on their favorite author list. Your support means the world to me. I couldn't do this without you. Remember that this whole story was supposed to take place after Big Time Terror but before Big Time Dance. Having said that, I thought this was as good enough a place to stop as any.