Science-Fantasy93: Here it is - our version of Big Time School of Rocque, Jatie style! Whoo!

Jatieluv: Again, sorry for the late update...More story ideas happened...Hides

Science-Fantasy93: Blame the muses...Hides behind door.

Science-Fantasy93: In the meantime, enjoy the chapter!

Jatieluv: And this one goes with the first one. :)

Disclaimer: We do not own Big Time Rush. If we did, this would be the way the second episode would have gone.

James' POV

My eyes snapped open as I heard Carlos yell about free hair gel. I got up and the next thing I knew, I was in the pool.

I heard Carlos roar with laughter as I surfaced.

"Yeah! Funny! Real funny! Now where's the free hair gel?" I yelped. I better not have fallen in the pool for nothing.

"How sweet is this?" he asked. "It's like a vacation with singing." He gasped. "It's a singcation!"

Kelly walked out to us. "Okay, guys, dry and get dressed, it's time to hit the studio."

"Kelly!" Kendall greeted her joyously, arms out. "What does the great Gustavo Rocque have in store for us today?"

"Harmonies?" Logan suggested.

"Breaking down some new dance moves?" Carlos wiggled his body to demonstrate.

"A big Hollywood party to get us some red carpet exposure?" I added excitedly.

"Close," she said, nodding. "You're going to school."

We all screamed. We hurried after Kelly, back into the lobby.

"School?" Carlos said, horrified. "You're kidding, right?"

"Carlos!" she said. "For the eleventh time, I'm not kidding. You all thought you were going to get three months off from school?"

"It was more hope than thought," Kendall told her.

"According to the actors/singer/performers association, kids under 18 in the entertainment industry, must attend 4 hours of school a day. Did you even look at the pamphlets I gave you?"

Well...we had...kind of-ish...I'd used mine to smash a fly...I had no idea what the other guys had done with theirs. And by the look on Carlos' face, I didn't want to.

We all began stuttering out excuses, just as a bell rang, and kids began filing into the lobby, backpacks over their shoulders, and books in their arms.

"Tyler!" Kendall called, getting his attention. "Where's everybody going?"

"To school. At the Palm Woods!"

The Jennifers walked by, arm in arm.

We all followed them with our eyes...And then raced after everyone.

And where they were was a dream come true. They were going to be doing math with pies. Pies!

"I think we're gonna like it here," Kendall said, smiling and rubbing his hands together.

But before we could get very far, Kelly stopped us. "Oh no, no...You guys are not going to school here."

"What school are we going to?" I asked.

And that's how we ended up at the School of Rocque.

"Welcome," Gustavo greeted us, snapping his pointer against the blackboard, "to the School of Rocque."

"I don't like this school!" I shrieked nervously.

"Quiet!" Gustavo snapped, whipping his pointer at me. "Love it! Because by studying here, you won't miss out on rehearsal time and recording sessions. Instead of lunch breaks, the School of Rocque has harmony breaks. And every field trip is to the dance studio down the hall."

"And you're our teacher?" Logan asked.

"No."

We cheered.

Kelly walked in with a guy. "Guys, say hello to Mr. Smitty."

"Ah, but, uh, you all can call me Mr. Smitty," the guy joked.

The adults all laughed like it was the funniest thing ever.

Wow...really?

We all exchanged looks.

"Thank you so much," he laughed to Gustavo. "I can take it from here."

Gustavo and Kelly left.

"First up, we have probabilities. As in, the probability," he slammed the pointer onto my desk, "that this band will fail before it's first single is ever released!"

Carlos leaned over to whisper to us, "I don't think we're getting pie."

A little later, we had just finished up some problems. "The answer is, X equals nine," Logan said, smirking.

Mr. Smitty walked over to him. "You know, I used to be in a boy band once. Ahhh, we thought we had it made. Hot songs, flying business class, drinking milk from the carton...Aaaaghhh..." He grunted and stepped back. "But let me tell you guys that that milk goes sour pretty fast."

"I never thought I'd say this," I spoke up, "but can we get back to math?"

"Yes! Yes! Let's get back to math." He opened the door and pulled in a chalkboard. "So, If 4 boys are in a band and make ten thousand dollars and their manager takes 15% and their record sales plummet 80%, what part of their dream is crushed? Anyone? Anyone?"

We all looked at each other.

"All of it!"

He slapped his pointer on Logan's desk. "Let's turn to page 516," he hissed as we all exchanged looks. Within seconds, we were in the midst of a wonderful daydream...

The next thing we knew, we were being sprayed with water. "Pay. Attention. To. The board!"

"Did you guys just have the same Palm Woods school fantasy as me?" Kendall asked us.

"Was the history assignment bungee jumping?" Carlos replied.

"Close enough."

"We have got to get out of here and into that school," I said firmly. "Besides, I miss Katie..."

"She's not at that school," Logan reminded me.

"I know, I know...but I still miss her."

Kendall held up his finger. "Follow my lead."

"Heyheyheyheyhey!" Mr. Smitty jumped in, pointing at us. "No talking! All eyes on the board! The board! The board!"

"Mr. Smitty, do that again," Kendall grinned.

"What? This?" he asked, doing an arm movement.

"Did you guys see that?"

"The passion, snap. You can't teach that," Logan jumped in.

"Really?" Mr. Smitty looked pleased with himself as he did it again. "Well, I have to admit, I was pretty good."

"Which is why you can't give up your dream!" I told him. "I mean, sure, you may be too old for a boy band, but you are - are perfect for a -a -a -a "

"A man band!" Kendall cried.

We agreed.

"Which is all the rage these days, right?" he continued.

"In Germany," Carlos added.

We all turned to look at him.

"Uh - uh - you got a demo? I bet it's hot," I said to him.

"No, no, no," Mr. Smitty said. "I flung those all into the ocean."

"Then we gotta record you one right now!" Kendall cried.

"No, no, no, we couldn't do that. It was a long time ago. I put this all behind me."

A few minutes later, we were in the studio and he was recording. Not long after, he was on his way to Dusseldorf, Germany.

"Okay," Kendall said, grinning wickedly, "now to tell Gustavo our teacher bailed, and we need to go to the Palm Woods school."

We turned around...right into Gustavo and Kelly. We all screamed.

"Of course you can go there, now that your teacher is off to Germany. There's really no other option, except, KELLY GET THEM ANOTHER TEACHER! SOMEONE UN-TRICKABLE!" he yelled, before walking off.

"Man, we were so close," Carlos said.

"No you weren't," Kelly told us, leaving.

Our next teacher's name was Mrs. Chisdak.

"So, you didn't like your first teacher," she snarled at us. "Well, I didn't like him either! The moment he felt the heat he ran for cover; but me, I'm battle-tested. I have a black belt and I'm not afraid to hit you with it! And there is nothing, nothing, you can say, or do, to get me to leave."

Kendall held up a set of keys. "Here's the keys to the Porsche out front. Leave now and it's yours."

Our second teacher - gone.

My phone beeped with a text from Katie: FYI, moms suck as managers!

I chuckled and texted her back, Do I really want to know?

She booked me a commercial for laxatives!

O_O Not cool.

Definitely not...She's bringing me back tomorrow for a potato chip one.

Awesome :) I hope you book it!

We'll see...

Oh no...Miss you 3

Miss you too! :) 3

I smiled happily, and put my phone back in my pocket.

We were in the classroom/closet, pretending to study, when Kelly opened the door.

"You know he's not going to give up!" she cried.

"Kelly," Kendall said firmly, "a proper education is very important to us. And this is a supply closet!"

"Attention students," Gustavo's voice rang through an intercom. "Please report to principle Rocque's office. All students to principle Rocque's office."

Five minutes later, we were in Gustavo's office.

He began this huge, long speech about how he cared about us, and how he vowed that one day he would be a just and fair principle. Sadly, that had never happened.

What it all basically winded down to was that we were staying in the School of Rocque.

"This school isn't meeting our social and educational needs," Kendall told him. "We need to go somewhere that actually feels like a real school."

"With girls," I jumped in. "Like my girlfriend..."

"And field trips," Logan continued.

"And pie!" Carlos added.

"You got to my school, you play by my rules! And I will find a teacher that will enforce those rules! A WWE SUPERSTAR SUPER TEACHER!"

Kendall cracked up. "Who're you gonna get? Chris 'The Masterpiece' Masters?"

Sadly, yes. That's exactly who Gustavo got.

"I did not see this coming," Kendall said.

"Okay, class, let's get started!" he said to us.

"Is that really Chris Masters?" Carlos whispered.

"That's right!" Gustavo's voice came through the loudspeaker. "WWE champion and the only certified ASPA teacher trained to use the Masterlock!"

"That's right," he said. "And I believe the key to a sound mind is a healthy body. So...throw your books away."

We blinked at him.

"Throw your books away!"

We pushed everything off of our desks.

"Alright, now I want you guys to lift your desks."

"Wha-"

"Lift your desks! Now give me 500 desk presses! Count 'em out!"

We all grunted and groaned as we began.

After we had finished, we went home. We groaned as we walked into the apartment.

Mama Knight looked at us worriedly. "What on earth...?"

We tried to wave, but our arms were too stiff. We collapsed on the couch.

"Gustavo hired Chris Masters as our teacher," Carlos groaned. "He made us do desk presses...all day long."

Her eyes lit up. "Chris Masters? As in, Chris 'The Masterpiece' Masters?"

"Mom!" Kendall cried.

"Sorry...Do you boys want your ice packs?"

"Yes please," we all groaned.

She smiled. "And the joint cream?"

"Uh huh..."

"Where's Katie?" I asked tiredly.

"She's down by the pool," Jenn told me.

I pulled out my phone and texted her, Just got home...can't move...come up and see me?

Kay :) Be up in a few.

"She's attracted a lot of attention..."

"Excuse me?"

Jenn smiled a little. "She's been attracting people..."

"Such as...?"

"Guys..."

"Hmmmph." I crossed my arms.

The guys followed suite.

"They can't have her," I informed Jenn. "I'm dating her."

"I know that and so does she. And she's been telling people she has a boyfriend."

"Good."

She brought us our ice packs and joint cream.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." She kissed each of us on the head.

We all smiled up at her.

Katie walked through the door, smiling. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey!" we greeted her.

She eyed us. "What happened to you?"

"Chris Masters!" Jenn cried excitedly, shaking Katie a little.

Her eyes widened. "Uhhh...Can you let go of me?"

"Sorry..." she stepped back.

"Chris Masters is our new teacher," I grumbled. "And the basic summary of it is that we're in pain."

Katie winced. "Ouch..."

"Yeah..."

Kendall popped the lid on the joint cream open. He squeezed some into his hand, but let out a yelp when he tried to lift his arm to put it on.

Katie gave him a sympathetic look and walked over, doing it for him.

"Thanks," he groaned. "Pain...pain...lots and lots of pain..."

"Awww," Jenn smiled. "My little baby is helping my big baby."

Katie giggled.

"Mo-om!" Kendall cried.

She kissed his cheek.

"You're gonna help us too, right?" Carlos whined.

She nodded.

"Good," I groaned. "Cuz I don't think I can move."

"Aww..."

I pouted up at her.

She smiled and rubbed the joint cream on all of us.

"Thanks," I moaned as she did it for me.

"You're welcome."

I gave her a small smile.

She kissed my cheek.

I pulled her lips down to mine, and then winced. "Owwwww...even my mouth hurts!"

"Probably from all your complaining," she teased.

"Nooo...feel my lips. They're swollen!"

The guys blinked at me.

"How is that even possible?" Logan asked. "All we did was lift desks..."

"I don't know!" I wailed. "I probably banged my mouth on the desk at some point."

Katie laughed. "I'm sorry!"

I whined up at her.

She chortled.

"Fine! Laugh all you want! I'm going to bed!" I tried to stand up, but couldn't move.

She laughed harder. "You're so cute!"

I whimpered. "Stop laughing at me!"

She bit her lip.

I whimpered again.

"How are you guys going to eat dinner...?"

"Through tubes."

"Good luck with that."

We all whined.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it? And don't say feed you."

"Why not?" Kendall whined.

"Because."

"Because why?"

She sighed. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Thank you!"

"But I only have two hands..."

"You can feed me first, then James, then Carlos, then Logan."

"Why do you get to be fed first?" Carlos asked.

"Because I'm her brother!"

"So? Logan and I are just like her brothers!"

"But I'm her boyfriend," I pointed out.

Katie groaned. "Tell you what, I'll feed two of you at a time and Mom can feed the other two..."

"Okay," I agreed.

They made us sandwiches and then fed us.

Soooo good...Mmmmm...

Once we were done, they made something for themselves.

"All good?" Katie asked.

"Mmm hmmm..." we agreed.

"Good."

We all finally managed to get enough energy together to drag ourselves to bed.

The next morning we forced ourselves up and down into the lobby. We ran into Tyler as we dragged ourselves through the lobby. He was bouncing around happily.

"What are you so excited about?" I rasped out.

"Miss Collins says we're having class outside today!" he cried.

"Class outside..." We all said, going into another daydream.

When we came out of it, Kelly was snapping her fingers, saying, "Come on."

We blinked.

"You're going to be late for school."

"Mine had globe beach balls," Kendall told us.

"Mine had pool pie," Carlos smiled.

"Mine had a low student/teacher ratio," Logan added.

"But how are we going to get rid of Mr. Masterpiece?" I asked.

Kendall grinned. "My mom packed us corn chowder for lunch today, right?"

We all grinned.

Katie came down to the lobby. "You're grinning...You're in pain and you're grinning...why?"

"We're getting rid of Mr. Masterpiece," Kendall informed her.

"Okaaayyy..."

"And we have a plan," he added to her.

"Cool. Hope it works out."

"Yeah...Us too..."

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

Carlos looked at her. "Where are you going?"

She rolled her eyes. "Chip commercial thing...Don't ask."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

She nodded, pecked our cheeks and left with Mama Knight.

We headed down to the studio, where we put our plan into action. We had Chris 'The Master' Masterpiece running like the wind.

Katie texted me not long after: How'd it go? Is he still there?

He's gone! YES!

Awesome!

And then we ended up back in Gustavo's office.

"The ASPA Official School Registry," Kendall read the title of the book that Gustavo had slammed down in front of us.

"It's filled with every ASPA licensed teacher that I can and will call!" Gustavo informed us. "Every time you chase one off, I have ten thousand waiting in the wings!" He threw the book at Logan, who caught it, and toppled over.

"It's a big book, guys," Kelly told us. "Your next teacher will be here in 30 minutes."

"You play by my rules!" Gustavo said, pointing at himself. "I win! I'm gonna laugh and leave victorious now." He laughed maniacally and left, Kelly following behind him.

"Whelp, I guess we can kiss the Palm Wood's school goodbye," I said.

"Maybe not," Logan spoke up. "This isn't just a list of teachers. It also has the rules that every ASPA school needs to follow."

Kendall grinned. "I smell brain!"

We all leapt up and gathered around Logan, who paged through the book.

"Okay, according to this, we're entitled to hot lunches, hourly breaks, and interscholastic sports programs."

"We didn't get any of that!" Carlos cried, outraged.

"Exactly," Logan agreed. "So, if Gustavo wants to have a school here-"

"He's gotta play by these rules," Kendall finished, tapping the book.

"I smell plan," I grinned.

Carlos looked thoughtful. "I wonder how Kit-Kat's commercial thing went..."

I looked over at him. "Me too...but why?"

"Cause I'm curious...Text her and ask her."

"Okaaaay..." I texted Katie, How did your audition go?

Ummm...It went okay at first...I said what I was supposed to, which was, When you hear the crunch, it's a chip, but when you smell the crunch, it's O' Chippigan's...Buuut...Then I rounded it off with, But when you smell garbage, it's this commercial. This stuff is nothing but a heart attack that goes good with dip. I'd be better off stepping in front of a bus...of lard...And then I emptied the bag onto the floor...

I gaped at my phone. Uhhhh...so you didn't get it?

Nope. Mom and the director weren't happy...

I chuckled. I bet not...

Whoops...Heehee...

I laughed again. Anymore commercials lined up?

Mom's taking me to another one now...

Good luck...Try not to, you know, not get the commercial ;)

Bite me ;P

I texted a heart and she texted on back. I put my phone back in my pocket. "She didn't get it, but she's going to another one now."

"Did she do something?" Kendall asked.

"Ooooh yeah..."

"Dare I ask?"

I handed him my phone so that he could read the texts.

He laughed. "That's my baby sister."

I smiled and took my phone back. "So, what's next?"

"We start acting like this is a real school. First step, a place to put our things..."

Which is how we ended up storing out stuff in the control room...

Gustavo and Kelly ran after us.

"Hey! I hope there's a good reason why my control room is filled with YOUR SWEATY SOCKS!" Gustavo yelled.

"Well, ASPA rule 209 states," Kendall said, opening the book, "that all students must have adequate storage space for personal belongings..."

"Which the school of Rocque…hasn't provided," I added.

"Oh...I don't like the sound of this..." Kelly said.

At that moment, Logan and Carlos went sauntering by, grinning. They headed into Gustavo's trophy room, and closed the door.

There was a pause, and then Gustavo ran in after them.

"Hey! That shelf is for my awards!" he hollered.

Logan smirked at him. "You wouldn't want to be in violation of ASPA rules, now would you?"

"You could lose your business. Oooh," Carlos taunted.

"They're right," Kelly said, looking at the book.

"Find a place for the dogs to keep their smelly stuff," Gustavo told her. "Which is not in my office! And where is your teacher?"

"Yeah...We told him ASPA insures teachers 5 paid sick days and 2 personal days a year."

We heard cheering and looked out into the hall to see our teacher with a surf board.

"Sounds like a personal day to me," Kendall commented.

Next order of business: Interscholastic sports. We challenged the cast of Hopeless Housewives to a basketball game.

And that's when Gustavo came out, after seeing the rooster.

Kendall panted as he told him about the rules of interscholastic sports.

"Did you see our rooster?" Logan asked. "We call him Gus. Gustavo."

"Get it?" Carlos smiled.

He looked like he was about ready to burst. And then he heard the cheerleaders...He dashed into the gym.

"We're playing the cast of Hopeless Housewives," I told him.

"But don't be fooled by the score. We're playing great," Kendall said, patting his shoulder.

We ran back onto the court.

Kelly joined the crowd within seconds.

Gustavo tried to shut down the game, but it didn't work.

"Sorry, Gustavo," Kendall said to him. "We'll get them next time."

"Principle's office! NOW!" he roared.

We hurried into his office and he sat at his desk.

"I am the principle of this school and I do not give into demands and hooliganistic tactics don't scare me! Sabotage, smoobatage! You. Can. Not. Beat. Me. Now, what you did here, cannot and will not go unpunished. Which is why, I hereby EXPEL YOU!"

"Wh- What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means," Gustavo said, standing up, "that you are hereby KICKED OUT OF THE SCHOOL OF ROCQUE! NOW GET OUT! GO ON!"

We got up.

"Move it."

We left, cheering.

The next morning, we stood in the lobby, watching the commercial that both Katie and Mrs. Knight had been in.

I wrapped my arm around her. "Nicely done."

"I am loving this town," she said.

I grinned, kissing her cheek, just as Bitters came out, dressed nice and flashy.

"So am I," he agreed.

The bell rang, and we headed towards the Palm Woods school.

We took our seats, us guys sitting in the back and Katie opting to sit up front.

"Okay, time to do school, Palm Woods style," I grinned.

"Hello, Ladies," Carlos said to the Jennifers.

"Okay, class, let's start with science," Ms. Collins said. "Where we're going to talk about water displacement."

The guys and I cheered and stood on our chairs and desks, squirting water with our super soakers.

Katie looked at us, almost sopping wet, giving us a What the hell are you doing? look.

"This school was much more fun in our fantasies, wasn't it?" Carlos said grimly.

"Yep," we all agreed darkly.

And that's how we ended up in detention, writing I will not spray water and soak the class on the chalk board.

"Serves you right," Katie said, sitting in her chair, grinning.

"Don't you have stuff to do?" Kendall grumbled.

"And miss this? Not a chance."

I rolled my eyes. "Enjoying watching us suffer?"

"Immensely."

I turned to look at her. "How can this honestly be enjoyable?"

She shrugged. She was also doing homework.

"Awwww. Do you just want to be with your boys?" I teased.

"Don't push it. I'll leave," she threatened.

I pretended to zip my lips shut.

She nodded and went back to her homework.

I smiled contentedly.

An hour later, Ms. Collins let us go.

We headed out, stretching.

Katie grinned. "Well, while you guys do your homework, I will be enjoying the pool."

Carlos pouted. "Why must you tease us?"

"Yeah. Don't you like us anymore?" I added, also pouting.

"I love you guys," she said.

"Well, you're not going," Kendall told her.

"Excuse me?"

"We know all about you attracting the male population. You're not allowed to go to the pool without one of us."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Nope," I said. "You get an escort whenever you go down to the pool."

She raised an eyebrow. "I get a hooker?"

"Yeah, we're hiring someone," I deadpanned.

"Really?" Carlos asked. "Is she nice?"

I face-palmed. "No! We're not actually hiring anyone."

"Oh."

I chuckled a little.

"And it wouldn't be a female," Katie told him.

"Yes it would," Kendall said. "You think we'd give you a male one? We're trying to keep them away!"

"Yeah. No male hookers for you," I said to her.

She mock-pouted. "Boo."

I pouted too. "You'd rather have a male hooker than your own boyfriend?"

"Nope."

"Good."

The next thing any of us knew Camille was heading towards us.

She smacked Kendall across the face. "How could you, Johnny? I hate you!" And with that, she stomped off.

Katie grinned. "That never gets old."

I grinned too. "Agreed."

Kendall held his cheek. "Why is it always me?"

"I'm just glad it's not me," Logan said, shrugging. "I'd hate to be the one always on the receiving end of her slaps."

Kendall glared at him.

Logan smiled at him sweetly.

Katie slapped him. "There, now Logie has a sore cheek too."

"Ow!" he cried.

She smirked.

He rubbed his cheek.

Carlos chortled.

Logan pouted.

Katie rolled her eyes. "Man up, Hortense."

"That hurt!" he whined.

"You're such a baby."

"Hey," I said, "whatever happened to Gus the Rooster?"

That question was answered a second later as Bitter's ran by with Gus chasing after him.

Katie giggled. "Go get him!"

Gus crowed in response.

"Go get the evil manager!" I called to Gus. "Come on, show him your mad rooster skills!"

"Get your stupid chicken!" Bitter's yelled. "Or you're getting thrown out."

Katie huffed and walked over, scooping him up. "You're a baby too."

"Poor Gus," I said to him. "You're not a stupid chicken. You're our mascot!"

"And he's not a chicken," Logan added. "He's a rooster. He's male!"

"Right, what Logan said," I agreed. "Poor baby," I added to Gus.

He looked up at me.

I took him from Katie, cuddling him.

She shook her head.

"He's my baby," I informed her, as he snuggled up to me.

"Oh joy…"

"Look at him! He's adorable!"

Gus gave her a wide-eyed look as if to say, See? I'm cute!

"Suuuuure..." Katie said.

I smiled down at Gus, and began singing "Rock-a-bye Baby" to him. Within seconds, he was asleep in my arms.

Katie gaped at me.

"You want him?" I asked her.

"No, I'm good."

I pouted at her. "How can you not like him?"

She shook her head and started heading towards the elevators. "First I had to worry about being replaced by the Jennifers, now it's by a rooster," she mumbled.

I hurried after her. "How can you think that? Gus isn't going to replace you! He's just a rooster. He's a pet, not my girlfriend."

"Oh please, pretty soon, he'll be all you care about."

I gaped at her. "How do you figure that?"

"I just do."

Gus woke up.

"And maybe after, you'll only care about your music. Hmm...Maybe then, Gus and I can bond about both losing you." She took Gus away and stepped into the elevator, looking upset.

Gus crowed sadly and snuggled into her.

I stepped into the elevator after her. "Katie, I love my music, and I love Gus, but you're my girlfriend. You know how I feel about you. No one can ever replace you."

She looked up at me. "Are you sure about that?"

"I'm positive."

"Kay."

I smiled, and gently kissed her, being careful not to squish Gus.

She kissed me back.

Gus opened his wings a little, crowing.

I pulled back to frown down at Gus. "We're kinda busy..."

He flapped his wings at me.

"How about I give you to Logan or Carlos?"

He snuggled into Katie.

"Great. First I had to worry about competing with the boys at the pool, and now I have to compete with a rooster! Aye yi yi!" The elevator doors opened and I stepped out.

Katie followed me. "Seriously? Didn't you just have the same talk with me about him and the Jennifers?"

"Nothing will ever come out of anything with the Jennifers. But I don't know those boys. Just you wait...just you wait...And then it'll be Gus and me bonding over losing you."

She laughed. "You're ridiculous."

"No more ridiculous than you."

"Nothing's going to happen. You're not going to lose me to some other hunky guy."

"They're hunky?" I screamed.

She face-palmed, holding Gus in her other arm.

"And you were worried about losing me!"

"I didn't mean it like that! None of them are more hunky than you."

"Then why did you bring hunky up in the first place?"

"Ugh! Does it matter? Just drop it."

"Fine."

"Thank you. We've both agreed we're not going to lose the other to a Jennifer or a pool boy. Discussion over."

"Fine. Now, I have homework to go do. Will you stay with me until I finish?"

"Sure."

I smiled at her, and took her hand, leading her to 2J.

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