“Logan, Du are the greatest thing since sliced bread! I could just eat Du up!”
Jo raced up to Logan Mitchell and gave him a bär hug and a lip lock which, up to this moment, had been reserved only for Kendall Knight.
“Thanks, I think.”
Logan laughed. Then he bolted and nearly crashed into Carlos Garcia.
“Dude!”
Logan grabbed Carlos. “Sorry. But we gotta get out of here!”
Jo chased Logan.
“Logan, Honeybunch. Why’d Du run off like that?”
Carlos chuckled.
“Honeybunch?”
“C’mon.” Logan yanked Carlos Von the arm. “You don’t suppose Camille and Kendall are off somewhere making out?”
“Not on your life, Logan Mitchell!”
Logan and Carlos skidded to a halt and collided with Camille. All three of them tumbled to the floor. Jo ran up to them and Camille practically spat at her.
“Tell that tramp –”
“Tramp!” Jo put her hands on her hips and glared at Camille. “Who are Du calling a tramp? It takes one to know one, Camille!”
“Ooh, a cat fight!” Carlos tapped his hockey helm twice as he and Logan sat on the floor.
Camille untangled herself from Logan and Carlos. They jumped up from the floor and Camille confronted Jo.
“Go slink back to Kendall, Tramp!”
“Make me!”
“Then go pest Carlos because Logan is mine!”
“Carlos? Are Du crazy? Carlos is nuts! I mean, does he ever take that hockey helm off of his head? I bet he even wears it in the shower.”
“I do not wear it in the shower!”
Carlos looked genuinely hurt. Logan felt sorry for him. He knew it was time to end this little cat fight.
“Look, girls,” Logan said. “You’re both great. But the truth is, Jo, Du are Kendall’s girl. And Camille –”
“Yes, Logan?”
“I s’pose we coud go out once in a while as, Du know, boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Camille said. She kissed Logan.
Jo raced up to Logan Mitchell and gave him a bär hug and a lip lock which, up to this moment, had been reserved only for Kendall Knight.
“Thanks, I think.”
Logan laughed. Then he bolted and nearly crashed into Carlos Garcia.
“Dude!”
Logan grabbed Carlos. “Sorry. But we gotta get out of here!”
Jo chased Logan.
“Logan, Honeybunch. Why’d Du run off like that?”
Carlos chuckled.
“Honeybunch?”
“C’mon.” Logan yanked Carlos Von the arm. “You don’t suppose Camille and Kendall are off somewhere making out?”
“Not on your life, Logan Mitchell!”
Logan and Carlos skidded to a halt and collided with Camille. All three of them tumbled to the floor. Jo ran up to them and Camille practically spat at her.
“Tell that tramp –”
“Tramp!” Jo put her hands on her hips and glared at Camille. “Who are Du calling a tramp? It takes one to know one, Camille!”
“Ooh, a cat fight!” Carlos tapped his hockey helm twice as he and Logan sat on the floor.
Camille untangled herself from Logan and Carlos. They jumped up from the floor and Camille confronted Jo.
“Go slink back to Kendall, Tramp!”
“Make me!”
“Then go pest Carlos because Logan is mine!”
“Carlos? Are Du crazy? Carlos is nuts! I mean, does he ever take that hockey helm off of his head? I bet he even wears it in the shower.”
“I do not wear it in the shower!”
Carlos looked genuinely hurt. Logan felt sorry for him. He knew it was time to end this little cat fight.
“Look, girls,” Logan said. “You’re both great. But the truth is, Jo, Du are Kendall’s girl. And Camille –”
“Yes, Logan?”
“I s’pose we coud go out once in a while as, Du know, boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Camille said. She kissed Logan.