Big Time Rush was finally getting their own merchandise products. 

Griffin had assembled his marketing team for a meeting with everyone to see what products would be available in stores. 

Emily bounced her leg eagerly in her chair besides Gustavo at the long meeting table, waiting for the guys to arrive. They all had their own ideas of what they wanted to products to be. Carlos wanted action figures, James wanted a perfume, Kendall had his heart set on a video game, and Logan and Emily were both hoping for simple, everyday products with BTR like pencils or backpacks...

"And I want to play with the BTR Zombie Attack Squad action figures!" Carlos gasped, running into the studio with the guys falling behind him. Logan and Emily shared a giddy grin as he pulled up a chair besides her, each drumming their hands in the laps. 

"Have a seat fellas," Griffin smiled, "because we're all excited to discover what BTR merchandise lies beneath this shiny cloth." They group eagerly beamed at the three cloth coated items at the end of the table. The marketers stood proudly behind them, pointing to the monitor. "Hit it, marketers."

"Boys, our crack staff has spent the last year researching, developing, patenting, and testing the exact merchandise that will amaze our retail partners," the female marketer said, clicking through black and white photos on the slideshow. 

The man smiled, "Are you ready for the Big Time Rush products that'll be flying off the store shelves all over the world?"

"Bring it on!" Carlos smiled. 

"I present to you..." the woman said, "the Big Time Rush toilet scrubbers."

Emily's grin, along with the others', fell upon seeing four black brushes with oval cut outs of the guys faces, glued on each. 

"Big Time Rush... horse shampoo!"

"And the Big Time Rush action set-"

Kendall leaned back to his friends, seeing the four dolls in front of them, barely resembling the guys, "The dolls aren't horrible," he whispered. 

"-that say all your favorite big time catch phrases."

Pressing the button on the back of, what the girl assumed was Logan by process of elimination, the doll said, "Let's get some hockey balls and play a hockey game!" 

The blonde, Kendall doll, "I made boom-boom, better change me."

The boy leaned forward, horrified, the entire team looking to Griffin desperately upset with the products. The only surpassable product was the dolls, and they didn't look like the guys, and said complete nonsense. 

After a long moment of thought, "I love it!" The CEO declared, clapping to the marketing team. "Excellent work, you two. You're really thinking outside the box."

"Is there any way we can put them back inside the box?" James asked. 

Gustavo nodded, "Yeah, because when I think of Big Time Rush, I think of not horse shampoo!" 

"These products are unique and different, which is exactly the kind of merchandise Sam Selmart loves," Griffin told them. 

Emily's eyes narrowed in surprise. Sam Selmart was the richest CEO with thousands of stores over the country, selling anything and everything you could imagine. "Sam Selmart?" She repeated. 

"As in Selmart stores?" Logan questioned. 

The marketing team turned, playing a video on the monitor, the western, older gentleman turning to the camera, dressed in silky slacks, a cowboy hat, and bolo tie. 

"That's the one," Griffin nodded, the commercial ending.

"Griffin, don't you think these products are, um..." Carlos wondered. 

"Stupid?" Emily blurted out. Kelly snapped her head over, narrowing her eyes, mouthing for the girl to dial it back in front of Griffin. 

"Highly embarrassing?" Logan corrected, pushing the girl's chair back.  

"And I don't say 'I made boom-boom!'" Kendall snapped. 

"You just did," the marketers winced, nodding their heads knowingly. 

"This is not about what you like, this is about what Sam Selmart likes," Griffin pointed out. "Which is why our marketing team is going to pitch these items to him at 5:00 today at his annual west coast product search."

Theirs jaws dropped in horror hearing there was so little time to convince Griffin the merchandise wasn't worth it. 

"Keep the prototypes," the woman shrugged, tossing the dolls to the guys, "play with the dolls, wash a horse..."

The man grinned, "I think you'll like these products as much as we do."

Emily, along with the team, pushed back her chair, rising to her feet, furiously glaring at Griffin. 

"And I don't want to hear any complaining," Griffin warned, eyeing Emily and Gustavo, "or yelling."

***

"This is the stupidest thing ever!" Emily screeched pouring the horse shampoo all over the studio floors inside the recording booth. 

Gustavo, Emily, and the boys locked themselves in the sound proof room, screaming their frustrations out until Griffin left. 

James was waving around the scrubbers, holding them out for Emily to drown them in the liquid, the mini paper photos of their faces breaking off. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! There are no horses in L.A.!" The girl yelled in no one in particular as the room was echoing with other shouts. 

"Okay. Griffin's gone," Kelly told them over the intercom. 

Looking to the window, Emily saw the woman sighing on the other side. The girl chucked the now empty gallon out the door, stomping out. 

"Gustavo, if these end up on Selmart shelves, we will be a laughing stock!" James cried. 

"Yeah, I know," the man retorted. 

Logan grimaced, "I hate being laughed at! Like that time in third grade those kids pantsed me in the cafeteria."

Emily frowned, a comforting hand on his shoulder as the guys on her right sighed heavily, rolling their eyes. 

"We said we were sorry!"

She turned, dead-panning at the three, disappointed in herself for being surprised by the revelation to begin with. 

Carlos held up all four dolls, "And do these guys even look like a robot, zombie attack squad?" He pressed the button on the Kendall doll. 

"Kendall's gotta go potty!"

The boy snatched the doll, glaring at it, "I do not say that!" He shouted in the dolls face, shaking it back and forth. 

Emily sighed, turning to Gustavo and Kelly, "They're right, these products can't make it to the shelves."

Gustavo nodded, taking the toilet scrubbers, "Which is why we are taking over this pitch meeting and presenting our own big time merchandise."

Kendall nodded, his doll pointing to people in the room, "Right, you, me, Kelly, and Carlos will stay here and record new, cool catchphrases for our dolls that aren't-"

"Yo, yo! Let's get a hang down low on the snip-snap!" Carlos' doll exclaimed. 

"James, Em, and I will head up our own research and development," Logan nodded, the girl in question too preoccupied laughing silently with Carlos over his dolls catchphrase. 

"And create a big time product Sam Selmart and the whole world will want," James smiled, fist bumping his friend as Emily nodded to Carlos behind his back. 

"Alright guys," Carlos smirked. 

"Let's get a hang down low on the snip-snap!" Her and Carlos cheered, the group narrowing their eyes, as James sighed at his girlfriend. 

"Stop it!" Kendall snapped. 

"Rude," Emily grumbled, turning to leave with Logan and James. She looked over her shoulder, pointing at Gustavo, "Do you know how to switch the recorded files to the voice chips without changing the dolls in between?"

Gustavo scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I'm L.A.'s hottest producer, Moore, I think I know how to manage a production board."

The girl held up her hands in defense, hopping down the stairs. 

***

Swinging the door to the crib open, the three filed in, contemplating a product idea. 

"Okay, we need to combine our strengths to create the perfect Selmart merchandising product," James offered, circling around to the high top counter. 

Logan grinned, "Mine are high IQ, adorable dimples, and chemistry. Em?"

The girl inhaled, looking down in the sink in thought, "Um, I don't know, I don't do much," she mumbled. "I guess I'm familiar with music industry stats and data in relation to artists' core focus groups and successful products of their own?"

James smirked, "Girls, girls, hair, and girls," he answered, Emily rolling her eyes. "With your chemistry genius, Em's sales data, and my knowledge of girls we can create a totally awesome-"

"Chemistry girl?" Logan guessed. 

Emily whipped her head to him, "What on earth would that look like?" She remarked. 

"Perfume," James interjected, finishing his statement. "Bieber's got one, Usher's got one, and we smell way better than them, right?" He said, turning to Emily. The girl shook her head without an answer. 

"How should I know? I haven't met them," she responded, James groaning in disappointment.

"Emily, me. You always say I smell the best," he sighed. 

The girl dramatically threw her head back, as Logan shrugged them off, "You two go gather our favorite odors while I set up the mini lab to create BTR's signature scent."

"Smellevate," James gasped.

"We'll work on the name later," Emily said, strolling off in the back bedrooms while Logan jogged over to his chemistry kit. 

"Smellevate is a great name!" James called after her, chasing his girlfriend into the room, shutting the door behind them. "Wanna make out?"

Emily looked up from looking around the room for inspiration, gaping, "We have to design this perfume."

James scoffed, smirking, "If you think I haven't thought long and hard about what my signature perfume would smell like when I became famous, you don't know me at all."

Emily bit back a knowing smile, raising her eyebrows, "Logan's right outside," she reminded him. 

He hid a smile, stepping forward to brush his hand up and down her arm, "You can add making out to your list of apparently non-existent strengths," he told her. Emily wasn't one to always look for an opening to talk about her feelings like other girls James had pined after. He liked that about her, but when it mattered most, he knew he wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise when she continued to shut off whenever he brought up a serious conversation. 

He would've loved to sit her down in his room and list all her strengths: her selflessness, integrity, smile, ambition, independence, ability to overcome any challenge, the way she worked around a sound board, how she composed multiple hits for the band... But he knew she'd find a way to turn it into a joke or an excuse to leave the room before he could finish telling her how amazing she is. 

"I don't know," she sighed. "You're better at this than me," the girl suggested. 

James held a small smile, sitting on the bed, lightly tugging her to sit besides him, "Then should we practice?"

"Ready!"

James grumbled seeing Emily skip over to the door, "Yikes, gotta go," she smiled, leaving the door open for James to follow her as she ran out to meet Logan.

***

Logan insisted the two wear protective coats when working with the chemicals, despite Emily pointing out multiple times it was only dry ice and James' non-toxic ingredients. 

"Some crushed pine needles to remind us of our Minnesota roots," James hummed, dropping a few green twigs into the beaker. 

"A pinch of powdered hockey puck to evoke our favorite sport," Logan smiled. 

The boys smiled contently, each picking up a tiny box of their favorite juice, "A splash of our favorite juice..." James said.

"Juice box juice!" The two cheered, squirting the red liquid into the bottle. Emily stood back, interested in their picks. 

"Anything else?" James asked, him and Logan wafting the scent in. 

"Perhaps some spice to capture BTR's zest for life," Logan nodded. 

Emily scoffed, "Zest for life?" She incredulously repeated, amused by his word choice. Logan jumped turning to see the girl behind him. 

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be working on the fancy box!" He cried. "The Selmart pitch is in 45 minutes."

Emily exchanged a glance with James of confusion, "You never asked me to do that."

"Um, yeah, I did."

James shook his head, agreeing with Emily, "I don't think you did."

Logan stood in thought, partially glaring at the couple, "Okay, maybe I didn't," he realized, pridefully stepping back, "but we still need to make it."

Emily laughed to James, following after Logan while James was left to finish the scent. She found Logan in his room, going through his project basket filled with paints and markers for all and every possible school project. 

Logan and Emily spent 15 minutes on the box. Once Logan realized one of Carlos' action figure cases would be the perfect size, all Emily had to do was print off large sheets of a purple cloud print, using all of Logan's printer ink, and gluing it on the surfaces with the title on the front. 

Another ten minutes was spent with the two arguing with James over what bottle to put the fragrance in. Logan and Emily both agreed if they poured James' cologne into a mist bottle, the original glass jar would be a perfect filler for the time being. James proceeded to go off on the two of them, listing all the high quality ingredients in his cologne and how "plastic spray bottles would only tarnish the integrity of the scent." 

So Logan secretly emptied the bottle and used it for their merchandise product while Emily distracted James by complimenting his hair. The three marched back into the studio, James carrying the box on a black cloth covered tray with Emily held on tightly to the bottle. 

"Do you have time to experience--" Logan smirked.

"The one scent that is bold enough to be called Smellevate," James whispered, holding up the tray as Emily dropped the bottle besides the box, showing off their creation. "Is that my cologne?" James shrieked, seeing the casing on the tray. 

"James, you were being unrea-" Logan tried to gently tell him. James gasped in realization, pointing harshly at his girlfriend. 

"You tricked me into talking about hair products!" He snapped hurtfully at Emily who sighed heavily. 

"Don't act like you didn't like it," She groaned. 

"Hey!" The three stopped arguing looking to Gustavo who clapped his hands loudly in their faces, "We need to come up with a plan to get rid of Griffin's marketing team so that we can take over that pitch meeting with Sam Selmart."

The four boys nodded, "On it!" They popped up, wearing tree hats, James slapping one over Emily's head as he hopped up. 

"No tree hats!" Gustavo complained. 

Kendall warily looked to his friends, "Uh, tree hats have solved a lot of problems."

"And they're awesome," James pointed out. 

"Do you have a better idea?" Logan retorted. 

Emily leaned forward, grabbing the phone from the table, Kelly extending the cord for her as she pressed buttons. "Griffin's marketing team?" Emily asked into the phone, a southern accent coming out of her mouth, shocking the room. "Hi there, this is Selmart West Coast Headquarters, we're gonna have to cancel that merchandise meetin' you had today. Mr. Selmart is feeling under the weather."

Emily smirked hanging up the phone, tilting her head to say "it's that easy" while the guys nodded, impressed, "Nice!" 

"Let's go!" Gustavo snapped, ushering them out of the studio. 

James tightly gripped Emily's elbow, pulling to the side as they followed the others out. "I don't know why, but that was really hot," he mumbled to her. She stiffed a short laugh, shoving him to the side, nodding for him to drop it and focus on the meeting. 

***

"Who in the candied yams are you?" 

The team stood proudly in front of Mr. Selmart in his office. The boys were all dressed in suits with Kelly and Emily wore business blazers over their blouses. Emily stood proudly besides Logan and James. 

"We are the Big Time Marketing team of Kendall, James, Carlos, Logan, Gustavo, Kelly, and Emily," Kendall smiled. 

"Too many names. I'm gonna call y'all Clem," the man decided. "What you got, Clem?"

Gustavo nodded, "Sir, I'm sure you'll agree the items under this fancy, shiny-"

"Stop right there, Big Clem," Sam said. "You see them boxes behind you?" The group turned to see a wall of Selmart boxes towered. "They are empty. I wanna fill them with merchandise, get 'em to my stores, and make me some money. Now, quit tickling my side parts and pitch me."

Emily cautiously looked over to Logan, equally taken back by his assertiveness. "Right," Kendall agreed, taking over. "The first item you're going to see is a classic. The Big Time Action Set."

Carlos swiped the cloth off to reveal the four dolls. "Which include some of your favorite big time catch phrases," he beamed, pressing the Kendall dolls button. 

"You're stupid!" The doll spat in Kendall's voice. "You're stupid," it repeated, this time as Carlos. 

Emily sighed, tilting her head back, "I knew you didn't know how to work the board," she mumbled for Gustavo to hear, regretting her decision to trust him with the voice chips. 

"Them dolls just sass me?" Mr. Selmart questioned, frowning. 

Gustavo nervously laughed, going to turn on the Carlos doll. "No, no! What the doll was suppose to say was-"

"Shut it! Shut it forever!" Gustavo screamed through the doll. Emily gaped in horror at the four in charge of the dolls. 

"And now!" Kelly smiled, hitting the dolls off the table anxiously. "Here is James, Emily, and Logan to show you the next product you are sure to love!" 

The girl inhaled a shaky breath, composing herself, smiling at the man in front of them. "We would like you to be the first to experience BTR's new fragrance," Logan smiled as Emily unveiled the perfume. 

James gently took the bottle, crossing in front of Sam Selmart, "A spicy, contemporary scent that says you want to live it big time: Smellevate." Sam leaned forward, waiting for the mist. As the small particles hit his face, he fell back in the chair, crying out in pain as he rubbed his eyes. 

"Oh, my seein' eyes!" He cried, falling out of the chair. Emily gasped, turning to James for answers who shrunk backwards. 

"What did you put in there?" Carlos and Kendall snapped. 

"Logan said to make it spicy!" James defended. 

Logan hit his arm, "I said to add spice, like cinnamon or nutmeg," he corrected. 

James winced guiltily as he pulled a large bottle out of his jacket pocket, "So, no to the habañero hot sauce?" 

***

The next morning, the group had made it back to the studio where Sam Selmart's injury had already made the news, and Griffin was furiously waiting for them when they arrived. 

The group was back at the table as Griffin stood in front of them. 

"Griffin, before you say anything, we can fix this," Kendall calmly assured him as the group put their tree hats on. 

"Let me guess: it involves a crank phone call, breaking and entering and tree hats?" 

Emily looked up, slowly putting the phone back on the hook as if she wasn't about to call someone as the guys tossed their crowbars under the table. "We weren't actually gonna break anything," James mumbled. 

"Tree hats don't work in the high stakes business world!" Griffin snapped. "What might work is the personal apology you're going to give Sam Selmart today."

Leaning her head in her hands, Emily looked over to her side at the high pitched voice, "Yeah guys! Let's go say we're sorry to Sam!" Carlos held up the four dolls, making them talk, shrinking back when he realized he wasn't helping the situation. "Okay, yeah, maybe we should just stop talking..." 

"Give me the dolls," Emily muttered, taking two from his hands while Kendall pushed the other two down on the table. 

"And after you apologize, I'll be there to personally pitch the products Sam was supposed to see yesterday at 5:00," Griffin told them. "The toilet brushes, the horse shampoo, and the dolls that don't tell Sam Selmart to "shut it, shut it forever,'" he glared at Emily and Gustavo.

Seeing his eyes on her, she pointed up behind her to Gustavo, "I had nothing to do with that!" Gustavo slapped her finger away, the girl scoffing in offense. 

"Griffin, when people see these products, they'll laugh at us," Kendall tried to convince him.

Logan sighed from besides Emily, "I hate when people laugh at me. Like that time those guys at summer camp put a sign on my back that said "kick me.'"

Before Logan finished, Emily already shifted her gaze to the other three, unsurprised to see them rolling their eyes, "We said we were sorry!" 

"And now you're going to say you're sorry to Sam Selmart and pitch these products," Griffin glared. "What do your dolls have to say now?" 

Emily groaned loudly in exhaustion as each guy picked up their doll, making them talk in high pitched voices. 

"Let's go say we're sorry!" 

"Yeah, whatever Griffin says!" 

"Great plan boss!"

"Away we go..."

***

Sam Selmart only injured his eyes. 

Despite that, he was lying in a hospital bed with a stand by nurse. 

And he still wasn't thrilled to see the Big Time Rush marketing team back in his office. 

"Howdy, Arthur," he tilted his hat to Griffin. 

"Sam."

"Hey, boys. Blind anyone lately?" Sam didn't want to hear their apologies, "Sorry doesn't trim the whiskers on the admiral's beard, does it? But I will forgive you if you pitch me some merchandise I can sell in my stores and make money with."

"Sam," Griffin started, "my research and development team at RCM/CBT Globalnet Sanyoid has some exciting big time merchandise that's going to fly off your shelves!" 

"Well, I sure hope it's better than them last two products that last jackalope done tried to pitch me. Katy Perry horse shampoo and One Di-rection toilet scrubbers?" Emily coughed, choking down a laugh, Logan and Kelly each elbowing her to knock it off. "Why in the world would I want to scrub my john with Liam?" 

Carlos and Logan shoved those products off the table, leaving the dolls. "Mr. Selmart, I couldn't have said it better myself," Emily gushed, smiling at him, James and Carlos having to soothe Gustavo as he got stressed whenever she opened her mouth. "What kind of idiot would ever think people would want to buy that shi-"

"Thank you, Emily!" Kendall cried, drowning out her voice. 

"And that's why you're going to love the all new, and improved Big Time Rush Action Set," Griffin nervously smiled, revealing the same dolls as before. The Kendall doll repeated it's line the real Kendall hated. 

"Boom boom? That ain't the kind of action I want," Selmart frowned, hating the dolls. "I want kung-fu grip and superpowers!"

Carlos gasped, beaming as he picked up his doll, "Ooh! These dolls fight zombie robots!"

Kendall leaned forward, grabbing his doll, "Yeah, and they go "pew-pew,'" he smiled, pretending to shoot lasers at Carlos. 

Sam smiled, "Pew pew? I like me some pew-pew. What else they do?"

"They fly!" James cried, him and Logan joining in, waving their dolls through the air. 

"I like me some flying!" Sam cheered, sitting up eagerly. "How do they fly?"

Griffin, over zealous, took James' doll, "Like this!" He cried, pegging the doll to Sam. The doll landed on one of the front buttons at the top of the bed, sending Sam soaring. It hurled the man forward, catapulting him into the tower of boxes over their heads. 

"Well, he did say he loved flying," Carlos winced, speaking through his doll as they all stared in horror while Emily ran forward with the nurse, tripping over boxes to make sure he was alive.

***

He was alive. 

And Griffin had spent over an hour in the sound booth letting his frustrations out. 

"How long has he been in there?" Carlos leaned over to Kelly. 

"About an hour and 23 minutes," she replied. "I think he's almost finished though."

"And we're finished," James reminded them. "Because Selmart stopped selling Big Time Rush's music in his stores."

"Which accounts for 50% of our album sales," Gustavo cried. 

"72%," Emily corrected, the room gasping as Griffin finally came out. 

"It's over," he sighed. "I pitched horrible product ideas, launched the world's richest CEO, and killed your music career in less than three minutes."

"Griffin, we can fix this," Kendall assured him. 

"How? We're banned from Selmart's West Coast Headquarters and blocked from all his phone lines." 

Emily pursed her lips, looking over at the guys, shrugging to Griffin. 

Tree hats. 

They all convinced Griffin it was the last option and provided various accounts of when they used tree hats successfully. 

The group huddled in the dirt outside the entrance in the bushes. 

They peaked into the windows, seeing Sam's nurse pass by. 

"Okay, say we get into the building, then what?" Griffin asked. 

Crouching down, "We do what we do best-" Kendall said. 

"Cause destruction?" Emily warily answered earning a scoff from her boyfriend. 

"Sing," Carlos corrected, "We show off our voices."

"And not toilet scrubbers," James added. 

"He see's we're a great band, and puts our music back on the shelves," Logan smiled. 

"And we go back to the way it was," Gustavo pointed out. 

Kelly nodded, "Forget about this whole merchandise thing."

"I see two flaws with your plan," Griffin told them. 

"What?"

"Them."

Emily turned around to see two security guards leaning over the bushes. "Don't any of you guys move."

Logan and James nudged Emily, "We got this. Smellevate!" They cried, clenching their eyes shut as they sprayed the men with the perfume, Emily repeatedly apologizing each time she sprayed the mist. 

Despite the alarm ringing inside the building, they continued running down the hall. "Is this going well?" Griffin asked. 

"It's about average!" They responded. 

Emily threw the double doors open, running around the long curved table inside the office. She jumped seeing a person slide in. She turned to see Carlos and James sliding over the table. She gaped as James cooly slid his body over the surface, picking his feet up, landing right besides her. 

"I don't know why, but that was really hot," she admitted to him, the boy gaining confidence despite the current situation. 

"Well, I'm glad you're back boys," Sam smiled. "Gives me a chance to test out the best product I've seen so far." Emily turned from James to see Sam back in the his office chair, a full body cast over his torso with metal bars keeping his casted arms elevated. He was surrounded by four large and intimidating silver cannons. "The XR4-17 Pineapple Cannon. These bad boys can knock a billy goat off a barn roof and make fruit salad at the same time."

He laughed as the nurse held up the controller with a single red button to his stiff hand for him to press. The group shrunk back, preparing for impact. James wrapped his arms around Emily's torso, pulling her back as he covered her body with his, shielding her from any pineapples that would pelt the group. 

"Looks like your tree hats couldn't save us after all," Griffin snapped. 

"Wait, woah, woah, woah," Sam muttered. "What in the name of all things moist and meaty is on your head?"

Emily peaked out from James' body, seeing Sam thoroughly intrigued by the shrubs on their heads. "Tree hats," the group hesitantly answered. 

"Tree hats. What are they?"

"T-t-they help you," Carlos responded. "With, uh, with things."

"Stylish, biodegradable, keeps ya cool in the summer, warm in the winter," Sam hummed in thought. "I love 'em! I'm gonna call 'em... tree hats!"

"Wait, let me get this straight. You want to buy these?" Logan questioned, shaking the hat on his head. 

"I want 200,000 of them, son. I'm gonna put them in those boxes and sell them all over the world. Money!" 

"But we thought you hated us," James pointed out. 

"Pretty Clem, let me tell ya a story," Sam told James, the boy nodding in delight. "A feller once stabbed me in the foot with a pen knife, darn near took off my whole big toe. Wanna know what I done? I bought every knife that feller had and made me rich as midas. What do you say, son? We got a deal?"

"And you'll keep selling Big Time Rush's music?" Kendall assured. 

"Yes, I'll keep selling your "music,'" Sam agreed. 

Emily tore her tree hat off, celebrating by throwing it in the air as Griffin shook Sam's hand. 

Not only did the tree hats create lots of profit for Selmart and Griffin, but they ended up selling the BTR Zombie Action Set dolls that "fly" and Smellevate as a pest control spray for gardening. 

Emily brushed out her hair, walking out of her room hearing a knock at the door late that night. 

She cracked opened the door, fully extending it to see James grinning in the hallway. The girl shook her head in confusion, "What's up?"

"Have you ever wondered what it was like to make out with a Pretty Clem?" He swayed, welcoming himself in. Emily shut the door, amusingly watching James slide himself across her kitchen table. 

"James, it's late," Emily laughed, her eyes falling from her sleepiness. 

James frowned, whining, "Em!" He cried. "I did the hot slide-y thing, I'm Pretty Clem, I protected you from pineapples, and I'm Pretty Clem, I think I deserve some thanks," he told her. 

Emily raised her eyebrows, "You deserve thanks?" She repeated. 

James held up his hands in defense, "All I'm saying is, whenever the prince saves the princess, he usually gets a kiss."

Emily snorted a laugh, "Being a prince didn't work out for you, remember?" She reminded him, thinking back to when he was almost forced to marry that BTR fan from the foreign country. Gritting his teeth, James' winced, admittedly. 

"Yeah, your princess days were also pretty stressful."

Emily shrugged, "Then I guess you better be going," she told him, crossing to open the door, gesturing for the boy to leave so she could go to sleep. 

"Kiss me and I'll have coffee and bagels here first thing in the morning."

Within a split second, Emily's lips were on his pleasantly surprised ones, her arms tightly looped around his neck, moving back and forth through the kiss. His arms rested holding her face as they slowly walked to the couch, collapsing on the cushions without breaking the kiss. 

James minimally edged away from her, seeing if they would stop. He was quite happy to see Emily continued, forgetting all about sending him on his way out the door. 

***

So that ending? 

IDK it kinda just happened. but let me know your thoughts my guy.

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