Just Getting Started On A Big Night

Bathroom?

I hope you guys enjoy! A bit of drama in this one...

Disclaimer - I don't own BTR

Carlos

A new year was here and the school was almost done being rebuilt. I didn't think that it would be back in commission until next school year, though. A lot of damage had been done. In the mean time, the boys and I had been getting along with each other much better than at first. We'd been learning more about each other, like what we liked to do for fun, our favourite things, and such.

It was only the beginning of January, but all four of us decided to visit Ms. Wainwright like we planned before Christmas. I felt that we were being inconsiderate of James after a while, as he was Jewish, but he said he didn't mind. His mom was out of town anyway and that it was family time for him. "You guys are my family." he had said.

We all walked into Ms. Wainwright's apartment building. I was attached to Logan's side and James was doing the same with Kendall. I asked the receptionist which floor she was on and she directed us to the elevators and told us to go to the sixth floor.

We all piled into the elevator and it shot up to the sixth floor. We got out and searched for her room number. We split up once we deemed it too hard to find.

"Found it!" called James.

We all found James and saw the door labeled 'K. Wainwright.' I raised my hand and knocked on the door. Almost immediately, we heard her voice drift into the hallway. "I'll be there in a minute!"

I heard hurried footsteps rush toward the door right before hearing the locks click and seeing the door swing open. There standing before us, was my old homeroom teacher. I may not have known her for long, but I felt like I'd known her for ages.

Her eyes widened slightly once she realized who we were. "Carlos? Logan? All four of you are here! Oh, where are my manners, come in!" she ushered us all inside her apartment.

"Ah Kelly! We missed you! You look so much better than when we last saw you!" said Logan as he tried to hug the older woman.

"Yeah, yeah, sure, I missed you too." she said before trying to pry Logan off of her. She looked at me with pleading eyes, so I walked over and detached Logan from her. Once he was safely by my side, out of hugging distance, Ms. Wainwright directed us all to the living room to sit down.

"So what brings you fine men to my humble abode this wonderful winter day?" she asked. I think not being at school had been damaging her brain.

"Um, Shakespeare much?" mumbled James. I elbowed him in the side before we all piled in next to each other on her couch, which was clearly meant for only two people. I gave up trying to find room and just sat on one of the arms next to Logan, who actually had a seat on the couch. Kendall did the same as me and let James sit on the couch as well.

"It's been a while and we all wanted to see how you were doing. Your condition back then wasn't nearly as good as it is now. I'm glad you've healed!" I chirped.

Her face lit up at my words. "You know, you four gentlemen are the only students from the school that have visited me so far. My family and a few of my friends have stopped by, but that's about it. It's been pretty lonely here, but I've learned to deal with it."

I felt bad for the teacher, honestly. I wanted her to be happy, just like I wanted everyone to be happy.

"But now we're here, right? And while we are here, we're going to help you with anything you need for the next few hours." I said.

She looked at me in shock. "You're going to do what? Oh, absolutely not! You boys are too young and energetic to be staying around me for too long. I don't want my... 'Oldness' to rub off on you guys."

We all looked at her before bursting out in laughter. "Oldness?" "Rubbing off?" That was a first.

All of us tried to convince the older woman to let us help her, but she refused and persuaded us to just leave it at that. We reluctantly agreed and only stayed for a little while longer to have a chat and catch up on what's been happening lately.

-o.O.o-

Jo

I watched from the car as my targets moved into a modern apartment building. They went through the doors and my plan was slowly being put into place. Today was the day that I, ahem, we would get revenge on those evil life-ruining boys.

"So now we just... Wait?" asked my accomplice in this matter, Wally Dooley.

"Yes. And once one of them separates from the rest of the group, we go into action. Just as planned. Right?"

"Right."

"Good."

-o.O.o-

Kendall

The boys and I were on our way to leave Kelly Wainwright's apartment nearly two hours after we got there, but I didn't mind. It was nice getting to see Carlos and Logan catching up with her after the fire, even if Carlos had known the woman for a few days.

On our way through the lobby, I told the guys that I needed to use the restroom and for them to go back to the car without me. They all walked out of the building together and I headed for the bathroom.

I was just finishing and about to walk out when someone with a hat and dark sunglasses walked in and stood in front of the door, I dried my hands and threw the napkin in the trash before trying to excuse myself from the bathroom and trying to squeeze past the person blocking the door.

The person shot out their hand in front of me, halting my actions.

"I'm going to need you to come with me." said a gruff voice before a burlap bag was covering my head and my hands were tied behind my back with a rough material. I didn't like it. I tried calling for help, but I remembered that the only person in the lobby was the receptionist, and she had headphones on. She probably wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway. I guessed I was still making too much noise, for a hairy hand appeared under the bag with a damp cloth in its grip. Why was it damp? Why did it smell so sweet? Oh no. I have watched too many episodes of Doctor Who and Sherlock to not know why it was wet. It was chloroform.

Unfortunately, during the time of my mental scolding, the darkness of the bag got even darker as I slipped into unconsciousness.

-o.O.o-

Wally (Wayne-Wayne)

I watched as three out of four of the boys walked out of the apartment building. Jo nudged me in the side and grunted out a small "showtime."

I got out of the car and walked into the building and thought about where the last boy could be. I looked around, grateful that the receptionist wasn't taking her job very seriously and had a pair of headphones on. Good, no witnesses. I heard noise coming from the bathroom and walked in that direction. I slipped on my 'disguise' before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

Right in front of me stood the source of my nightmares. Kendall Knight. I haven't seen him in so long that I didn't recognize him immediately. I stared at him for a few seconds and he eyed me suspiciously. He washed and dried his hands. He threw his napkin away as he tried to get to the door, past me. I wasn't going to let that happen. He tried to say 'Excuse me' and push his way out, but I stuck my hand out and stopped him. Not long after was a bag over his head, rope on his hands, and chloroform pressing against his mouth and nose. Jo had given me all of the supplies needed to take with me, and I had put them to use. I dragged the limp body of the blonde out into a corner of the lobby, looking around as I moved to make sure that no one saw me. I went over to the fire exit and brought the other boy with me. I opened the door and saw the car waiting for me out back, just like Jo said. She got out and helped me stuff the boy's rather large body into the small space of the backseat of the car.

We both got into the front seats and started on our 'escape.'