That's All She Wrote || James Diamond

Kiss Me (2.10)

Carlos wanted a girlfriend. Badly. Desperately.

Inherently, there was no issue with that, though one could call the methods in which he went about obtaining one quite orthodox. As in, confiding in Logan, who told Kendall, who told James, who told Roxy. Normally, there wasn't a quadruple authentication factor when asking someone out, but there all four of them were, putting Kendall's ridiculous plan in place for Carlos to impress the new girl at the Palm Woods, Kiyoko.

A Big Time Rush scheme to get a girlfriend? Roxy figured there was about a 50/50 shot of them actually pulling this off. Considering she was already dating one of them, she should at least have a little bit of faith.

"This is Tree Hat. I repeat, this is Tree Hat," Kendall whispered into the walkie-talkies the four boys and Katie shared. The pool served as the ideal location for them to pull their plan off but separated them enough to warrant means of immediate long-distance communication. "Is everybody in position?"

From behind one of the big, blue cabanas, Roxy clutched onto Logan's arm and looked back over her shoulder. Her friend was situated behind one of the many planters outside with his hat on, peering their way with a pair of binoculars, waiting for their response. While she held her thumb up for a moment to answer his question, she slowly drew it to her throat and drew a line across her skin, sticking her tongue out.

Kendall flipped her off in response.

"Helpless old lady and clueless granddaughter, ready!" Logan answered into his walkie-talkie, vocalizing his role in the plan.

After thoroughly raiding Mrs. Knight's closet and Camille's endless costume wardrobe, the five teens had found enough items to combine into the perfect helpless old lady disguise. A churchy dress, a nice knit sweater, ugly little loafers, and a graying wig sold the look they were planning on placing their assistant in. Only, the dress and shoes hadn't fit her, one far too long and the other far too big, to sell the role they'd needed. Also, the purse they'd dug up didn't go with the outfit at all. There's no way she'd be caught dead without a matching bag. So, her part was handed off to the next best person - Logan. And he played one hell of a helpless old lady.

Roxy had been demoted to clueless granddaughter, which she felt fit perfectly, considering she didn't know what having a grandmother was like. From what she'd heard from Jo, the bond between a grandmother and her granddaughter was like no other; If she could pick anyone to fill that role for her, she supposed Logan was better than nothing.

"Purse snatcher good to go," Her boyfriend whispered into the radio, making her jolt at the sound. James was situated on the opposite side of the pool in a daunting all-black outfit, ready to grab the ugly bag off of Logan's arm. They'd time their encounter just right in order for it to happen in front of Kiyoko, who was suntanning in one of many lounge chairs outside, where Carlos would swoop in and save the day. Logan had brought up some love-science reason it would make her fall in love with him, but the words he'd used were too big and too fancy for the rest of them to grasp. Instead, Roxy'd managed to translate It's just so heroic! Like something out of one of my romance novels!

The water of the pool in front of them calmly lapped as they waited for the rest of the group to confirm their positions.

"Flowers are locked and loaded," The speaker crackled, Katie's voice coming through now, and Roxy watched from her and Logan's hiding spot as the young girl placed a large, colorful flower bouquet on the table closest to where Kiyoko was relaxing.

Kendall chimed in again, "Copy that. Operation Get Carlos A Girlfriend is underway."

From the side of the planter, Carlos emerged, helmetless and in a handsome sky-blue button-up he'd stolen out of James' closet. Though he was clutching his hands together and knitting his brow, he had a fierce determination in his eyes which his assistant could spot a mile away. It was the same face he made while working out a complicated dance routine on stage.