You call him "baby".

Characters: James Diamond, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Kendall Knight.

Warnings: none; SFW

W: 1k

A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. Dividers belong to @enchanthings-a and her new blog @enchanthings

James Diamond:

• “Baby? Me?” the guy looked at you in confusion.

• James was clearly flustered. He was just around when you needed help retrieving the kite that got stuck in a tree.

• He often plays the role of the cool, glamorous guy, frequently hearing compliments like “Hey, handsome!” or “Looking good, are you free tonight?”, but no one had ever called him that way before.

• “No one’s ever called me that…” he said, pulling a purple bandana from his pocket and tying it around his head. “But if you want to, feel free to call me that when it’s just us, babe!” James winked at you, and after you raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he eventually retrieved the kite and casually handed it to you. “Did your little boy do well?” he asked, flashing a bright smile. You giggled, ruffled his hair playfully, and then dashed off.

• Even though he tries to project a cool demeanor, James is actually shy. He loved how you called him that, but he prefers to keep it private, not wanting his friends to tease him about it.

Logan Mitchell:

• Logan was in the kitchen, trying to fix Kendall's mom's mixer. She had asked him to do it three days ago, but Logan had been so swamped that it kept slipping his mind. Today, though, Gustavo finally gave them a day off, and the guy jumped at the chance to keep his promise.

• “Alright, this goes here, and that goes there. Got it,” he mumbled when suddenly you burst through the door, making him drop the screws he was supposed to attach.

• “Hey, baby, have you seen Carlos?” you asked while stepping inside, scanning the room for the guy in the helmet. “That fool broke my eyeshadow while goofing around!”

• “Ow!” Logan stubbed his pinky toe on the edge of the table, knocked over the glass of water, then slipped and fell.

• “Oh my God! Logan!” You rushed over to help him up. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”

• “What did you just call me, like, three minutes ago?” he asked, rubbing his bruised tailbone.

• “Baby?”

• “Baby…that’s intriguing. Are you developing some sort of motherly instinct or something?”

• “Mother…what? What the hell do you mean, maternal instinct? God, Logan, you innocent goofball.” You slapped your forehead and headed for the door. “If you see Carlos, give me a shout!” The door slammed shut, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. Honestly, he understood what you meant when you called him that. But he was so flustered that he decided to get out of the situation with his usual cleverness.

• “Ha-ha-ha! Baby Logan!” Someone’s laughter echoed in the room, and Logan turned to see Carlos fall from the ceiling. “Ouch.” He lay on the floor for a few minutes, writhing in pain, before giving a thumbs-up. “I’m fine!”

Carlos Garcia:

• Carlos was heading to the park, happily munching on a corn dog when suddenly you crashed into him and quickly ducked behind his broad back. Dogs were chasing you, and you were scared out of your wits. Carlos looked at you in confusion, then at the mutts, and back at you.

• “Dude, please help me!” You pressed yourself against his solid frame, trembling with fear. Without missing a beat, he pulled out more corn dogs from who-knows-where and tossed them into the bushes, where the dogs immediately bolted after them. “Farewell, my tasty treats,” Carlos lamented, but his mood lifted instantly when he felt a kiss on his cheek.

• “Thanks, babe!” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him another peck on the cheek before dashing off.

• “Whoa…” The guy broke into a goofy grin and fainted right there. His friends, who had orchestrated the whole thing (they didn’t mean to scare you; they just wanted to set you up with Carlos), high-fived each other and rushed to pick him up, narrowly avoiding the feet of passing pedestrians.

Kendall Knight:

• Kendall was completely wiped out after yet another concert.

• The screaming fans and equally rowdy friends had drained him to the bone.

• So, exhausted, he broke away from his buddies, heading home for some much-needed peace and quiet.

• His fatigue was so overwhelming that he mixed up the numbers and accidentally walked into your place.

• You were in the middle of whipping up dinner when you heard the front door bang shut.

• Curious, you strolled down the hallway and spotted the adorably snoozing Kendall sprawled out on your couch. Chuckling at the hilarity of the situation, you fetched a blanket from your room, gently covering him so he wouldn’t freeze. With that done, you returned to the kitchen, now needing to whip up dinner for two.

• Half-asleep, Kendall caught the sound of clattering from the kitchen and a delicious smell wafting through the air, thinking it was his mom cooking. He snuggled deeper into the blanket. Then, another mouthwatering aroma hit him—one that had been driving him wild for the last three months.

• Bolting upright, Kendall looked around, realizing he wasn’t at home. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way to the kitchen.

• You were busy pulling out plates when suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist, and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder.

• “Hey babe? Did you sleep well?” you asked, turning to embrace him, your fingers gently running through his hair.

• “Mmhmm,” he mumbled, nuzzling his chin deeper into your shoulder. “Babe? Is that my new nickname now?” Kendall chuckled sleepily, pulling back to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, what’s for dinner?” Just as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, the rest of Big Time Rush burst in, catching you both in a cozy moment.

• “Looks like we showed up at a bad time.” Logan quipped, awkwardly covering his eyes.

• “Ooh! Pasta!” Carlos darted over to one of the pots, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and piling food onto it. The others shot him disapproving glares. “What?” Carlos asked with a mouthful. “I’m starving!”

Summary: You are new to the Palm Woods, and Kendall seems to fall for you the moment he lays his eyes on you.

Warnings: Fluff, little spoiler, English is not my first language

Pairing: Kendall Knight x reader

You arrived at the Palm Woods on a warm L.A. afternoon with a duffel bag and no idea about how chaotic your life is going to be.

You didn’t get ten steps into the lobby before a boy wearing a helmet nearly crashed into a decorative plant right before your eyes.

“CARLOS! STOP SKATING INDOORS!” A blond boy shouted as he ran after him, two other guys following.

After a few seconds, you remembered why they looked so familiar to you – on the way here, you saw a picture of them in one of those girls' magazines.

Kendall slowed down when he saw you and smiled, pushing his hair away from his forehead in a charming way.

“Sorry about him,” He said, nearly out of breath, “He thinks gravity is optional.”

Carlos waved at you from the floor, “Welcome to the Palm Woods!”

You laughed a little, waving back, “Thanks, I like your helmet, it suits you.”

“Are you new?” Kendall asked, bringing your attention back to him once more.

“Yeah, just arrived.” You smiled at him.

“I’m Kendall. That’s Logan and James–” He started to introduce himself and the others.

“Hi,” Logan smiled politely, while James winked at you.

“And… Carlos,” Kendall finished, as Carlos gave you two thumbs up.

You smiled at all of them, “Nice to meet you, Big Time Rush, right?”

“That’s us,” Kendall mumbled, “And let me guess, you’re an actor.”

“What gave it away?” You laughed, looking around the lobby.

“Everyone who moves in here is either an actor, a model, a singer, or someone’s fame-obsessed parent.” He explained, with a small chuckle.

You giggled before excusing yourself, ready to move into your new apartment. As you walked to the elevator, you didn’t notice the way Kendall looked after you.

– – – – –

The next few days, you happened to see them over and over again. They were quite fun to hang out with, and you started to feel comfortable around them.

When you walked to the pool area with your script in one hand and a smoothie in the other, you saw Kendall sitting by the pool, staring at his notebook like it personally betrayed him.

“Hey,” You said, stepping closer, “Everything okay?”

His head snapped up, and his cheeks went a little red.

“Totally,” He muttered, his voice cracking halfway through, “It’s just this stupid love song we have to write.”

“Writer’s block?” You asked, sitting down next to him.

“More like a love block,” he sighed, “Apparently, to write a love song, you need to be in love.”

You laugh, “Is that scientifically proven?”

“According to Logan, yes.” Kendall tried to joke, but he looked frustrated and a little lost.

“Well, maybe you don’t have to be in love with a person. You could write about how you want love to feel.” You gave him a small smile.

He looked at you, the tension in his face slowly fading.

“How do you think love feels?” He asked.

You shrugged, shyness suddenly taking over you, “Warm. Safe. Like someone sees you even when everyone else is looking past you.”

Kendall’s eyes softened, like you said something he didn’t know he needed to hear.

He was about to say something when Logan appeared out of nowhere, “Are you writing a love song about someone? Is it Y/n?”

Kendall nearly fell into the pool, “No! No, just go away, Logan!”

He wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing again.

“Sorry about him.” He mumbled, not able to look into your eyes.

“Don’t worry, just don’t give up on your writing. I am sure it will be amazing,” You stood up, sharing a small smile with him, “I will see you around.”

– – – – –

A few days later, you were on your way to their apartment when you heard voices just before you were about to knock.

“So, who’s your song about?” You heard James ask.

“His smile at this notebook is suspicious,” Carlos answered.

“Maybe he’s in love,” Logan whispered next.

“I am not in love! I just wrote something good, okay? And it’s all because of –” Kendall suddenly stopped talking, and you could feel yourself freeze.

“Because of who?” James asked eagerly.

Kendall hesitated a little before finally answering, “Y/n.”

Your breath caught in your chest.

Carlos gasped. So loudly the entire Palm Woods probably heard it, “Oh my god, he’s in love with Y/n.”

“I didn’t say that,” Kendall protested, clearly panicking, “She just helped me and she’s nice. And she has a cute laugh.”

You knocked before he could continue, pretending you heard nothing.

“H-hey,” He stammered as he opened the door.

You smiled softly, “Logan said he had audition notes for me.”

Logan quickly handed them to you, not saying anything, just staring at you like the other boys.

“Bye, guys.” You mumbled, leaving as quickly as possible.

The whole day, you thought about the conversation you overheard. When you were finally able to review your audition notes, you saw that some were missing.

After a big sigh, you stood up, making your way over to their apartment once more.

As you walked through the hallway, you suddenly heard Kendall singing softly inside the guys’ apartment.

It was soft and gentle, and it made your heart skip a beat.

Without thinking, you opened the door. Kendall immediately stopped singing, his eyes wide as he met your gaze.

“Is that the love song?” You whispered.

He swallowed, clearly ashamed, “Yeah.”

“It’s beautiful.” You smiled, taking a step closer.

He looked down at his guitar, “It’s not done yet.”

You could feel your heart beating, quickening, “Who’s it about?”

Slowly, his eyes met yours, “You.”

The word seemed to stop at that very moment, and it was like you weren’t in control of your body anymore as you took a step closer.

“Kendal –” You started as he stood up.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” He murmured, “But everything feels so easy when I am around you, and I think about you a lot.”

You exhaled, “I think about you too.”

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with desire as he leaned down a little, “Can I kiss you?”

You just nod.

And that was all it needed for Kendall to cup your cheek gently before his lips met yours in a slow kiss.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling.

“I guess the love song won’t be a problem anymore,” He whispered.

Kendall is around his twenties in this, attends college as well.

Kendall Knight had been back at the Palm Woods for less than 24 hours after finishing Big Time Rush’s latest tour. The excitement of performing for thousands of fans had hardly faded, but as he walked through the lobby, he noticed something—or rather, 'someone'—new.

Y/N was crouched near the front desk, tinkering with what looked like a toolbox. She was laughing at something Buddha Bob was saying, her smile lighting up the room.

“Who’s that?” Kendall whispered to Carlos, who was munching on a corndog beside him.

Carlos shrugged. “Oh, that’s Y/N. She’s been helping Buddha Bob part-time for the past few months. Pretty handy with tools, from what I’ve heard.”

Kendall’s curiosity sparked. He didn’t know why, but something about her had him intrigued. He decided then and there to find out more about Y/N—without being obvious, of course.

For the rest of the day, Kendall wandered around the Palm Woods, casually asking anyone who’d talk to him about Y/N.

“Oh, Y/N? She’s cool, she's been here for about 6ish months and attends university not that far from here.” Camille said, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason!” Kendall replied quickly, his face turning red as he backed away.

Gustavo had less patience. “I don’t care who she is, Kendall! Focus on the music! The next album isn’t going to write itself!”

By the time Kendall returned to his apartment, he was no closer to learning anything substantial but then, inspiration struck.

“I need a reason to talk to her,” Kendall muttered to himself, pacing. “Something casual. Something—”

He stopped mid-thought, staring at the bathroom door. An idea, albeit a questionable one, began to form.

Moments later, Logan walked in to find Kendall fiddling with the toilet.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Clogging the toilet,” Kendall said matter-of-factly.

Logan blinked. “You’re… why?!”

“I need an excuse to call Y/N up here to fix it. Then I can talk to her without it being weird,” Kendall explained, clearly pleased with his genius plan.

“That’s a terrible idea!” Logan exclaimed. “She’s going to think you’re disgusting. Who does that?”

Kendall froze, the realization dawning on him. “Oh no… you’re right. What if she thinks I’m gross?”

“Exactly!” Logan said, throwing up his hands.

Before Kendall could fix his mistake, Y/N was already at the door, toolkit in hand. “Hey, you called about a clogged toilet?”

Kendall paled, stepping aside to let her in. “Uh, yeah. Thanks for coming up.”

"I've got missing assignments to catch up on, good luck with all of this." Logan patted Kendall's shoulder and walked away.

As Y/N got to work, James appeared, leaning casually against the bathroom doorframe.

“Well, hello there,” James said, flashing his signature smile. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Y/N glanced at him briefly, then went back to removing the toilet’s lid. “That’s nice,” she said politely.

“Do you know who I am?” James pressed, undeterred.

“Yes,” Y/N replied, keeping her focus on the toilet.

“And…?” James prompted, clearly fishing for a compliment.

“And I think I’d rather focus on fixing this toilet,” Y/N said, her tone light but firm.

Logan smothered a laugh from the couch, while Kendall tried to pretend, he wasn’t watching the interaction like a hawk.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N stood up, wiping her hands on a rag. “All done. Should work fine now.”

“Thanks,” Kendall said, relief evident in his voice.

As Y/N gathered her tools, she turned to Kendall with a small smile. “By the way, I’m actually a fan of Big Time Rush. I went to one of your concerts earlier this year.”

Kendall’s heart skipped a beat. “You’re a fan?”

“Yeah,” she said, slinging her toolkit over her shoulder. “You guys were great live. Anyway, have a good night!”

As she walked out, Logan shook his head. “You’re lucky she’s nice. If it were me, I’d never speak to you again after that toilet stunt.”

Kendall wasn’t listening. He was too busy grinning like an idiot.

Y/N was a fan.

And maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.

The next morning, Kendall was sitting on the couch, replaying the previous night in his head. Every time he thought about Y/N’s smile and the way she casually mentioned being a fan, his heart skipped a beat. He was so lost in thought he didn’t even notice James plopping down beside him.

“You’re doing that goofy grin thing again,” James said, snapping his fingers in front of Kendall’s face.

“I am not,” Kendall protested, immediately wiping the smile off his face.

“Oh, you totally are. And let me guess—Y/N?” James teased, wagging his eyebrows.

Kendall rolled his eyes, but the blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Okay, fine. Maybe. I mean, she’s nice, smart, cool… and she likes Big Time Rush!”

“Yeah, yeah,” James said, waving him off. “So, when’s your next move? Because clogging another toilet isn’t going to cut it.”

Kendall groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

Logan entered the room, a mug of tea in hand. “Please, for everyone’s sake, don’t try anything involving plumbing again.”

Carlos popped up behind the couch. “Why don’t you just ask her out? Simple, direct, no clogs required!”

Kendall hesitated, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “What if she says no? Or worse, what if she laughs at me?”

“Then she laughs,” Logan said with a shrug. “But at least you’ll know.”

Later that afternoon, Kendall found himself pacing outside the maintenance office. He’d been working up the nerve to talk to Y/N all day but couldn’t seem to go through with it.

Just as he was about to walk away, the door opened, and there she was, carrying a clipboard and looking just as effortlessly cool as ever.

"Oh, hey, Kendall,” she said with a smile, clearly surprised to see him.

“H-hey, Y/N,” he stammered, feeling like a nervous wreck.

“Everything okay?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Yeah, I, uh… I just wanted to say thanks again for fixing the toilet last night,” Kendall said, scratching the back of his neck.

“No problem. Comes with the job,” Y/N replied.

Kendall took a deep breath. “Actually, I was wondering… would you maybe want to grab dinner with me? Sometime? Like, as a… date?”

Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then a smile spread across her face. “You know what? Yeah, I’d like that.”

“You would?” Kendall asked, his eyes widening.

“Of course,” she said, laughing softly. “You’re sweet, Kendall. And it’s not every day one of my favorite singers asks me out.”

That evening, Kendall decided to keep it casual, ordering takeout from his favorite burger place and setting up a movie night in the apartment.

When Y/N arrived, she looked around the room, taking in the cozy setup. “This is perfect,” she said, plopping down on the couch next to him. “Way better than some fancy restaurant.”

Kendall grinned, relieved she liked it. “I figured we could eat and watch a movie. Got any favorites?”

“I’m a sucker for anything superhero-related,” she admitted, pulling a fry from the takeout bag.

“Iron Man it is,” Kendall said, grabbing the remote.

As the movie played, they talked and laughed, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Kendall found himself more relaxed than he’d been in weeks, and every time Y/N laughed at one of his jokes, his chest swelled with pride.

By the time the movie ended, Y/N was leaning comfortably against Kendall’s shoulder, and he didn’t want the night to end.

“I had a great time tonight,” Y/N said softly.

“Me too,” Kendall replied, his voice just as quiet.

She tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes warm and filled with something he couldn’t quite place. “You know, you’re even sweeter in person than you are on stage.”

Kendall chuckled nervously. “Thanks… I think.”

“No, it’s a compliment,” she assured him.

Before he could respond, Y/N leaned up and kissed him, her lips soft and gentle against his. Kendall froze for a moment, his brain short-circuiting, but then he kissed her back, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I should probably go before Buddha Bob sends out a search party,” she joked.

“Or you could stay,” Kendall offered, his voice hopeful.

Y/N laughed, grabbing her jacket. “Tempting, but let’s save that for date two.”

As she walked out the door, Kendall leaned against the frame, watching her leave with a goofy grin on his face.

“Date two,” he repeated to himself.

Pairing: Logan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Logan hit it off after he invites you to stay after the concert. How will this night end??

Disclaimers: Part 2 is here! Not sure what direction to go with this, I would appreciate some input from readers! Enjoy! (Again, this is abit cheesier than I planned...Oh well!)

You follow the security guard past a few doors until you enter a private lounge of sorts. You first spot Kendall on the phone with his wife, probably. He sees you and nods at you with a kind smile. You smile and wave back. The security guy pats your back gently and says, "Wait here a second". You do so as you watch him enter another room and close the door behind him. You stand there a bit awkwardly staring at your shoes, but beaming, nonetheless. It's not long until you hear the door open and look up, a smile immediately forming on your face. There in front of you stands Logan Henderson. He's still a little sweaty from the show, but now wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He looks so good in everything.

"Hey", Logan greets you with that charming smile of his. You can't help the blush that creeps on your cheeks and nose as you reply, "Hey". "I'm sorry if this is weird, but I just couldn't not meet you. Well, formally, anyway". You cannot get over how cute this man is. His confidence and energy...simply unmatched. "Well, it's definitely a pleasure to meet you". You get the words out, gaining your composure. Sure, Logan is hot and famous and...hot! You can still treat this like any other interaction with any other man. Not like you have had many of those, but still. Logan smiles sheepishly at your remark, which surprises you. This man exudes confidence, and you're making him shy? He clears his throat before stating, "Do you wanna talk? Hang out for a bit?" You nod your head in agreement, a smile of victory forming on Logan's lips.

He nods his head for you to follow him, and you do. You guys make your way to an even smaller room with his name taped to the door. It's a simple room. A TV, a mini fridge, and a couch + loveseat combo. He spreads his arm out towards the couch, to which you respond by sitting on the far right. He makes his way to the fridge and opens it as he asks, "Want anything?" You look at the options before answering, "A water, please". He grabs 2 waters before joining you on the couch, a cushion's space between the two of you. "So, tell me about yourself", Logan requests. You smile and take a sip of water before speaking.

You guys talk for hours! About anything and everything. Childhood stores, hobbies, dreams, embarrassing moments, and much more. He's surprisingly easy to talk to. By the end of it all, you two managed to scoot much closer to each other, knees touching. You aren't as starstruck as you were when you first made eye contact with him during the concert. He's everything you imagined. Funny, sweet, confident, real. You don't want the night to end, but one of the managers came in a couple of times already to let Logan know it was time for them to go. He eventually stands up with a disappointed look on his face. He offers you a hand and helps you to your feet. You also have a sad look on your face. you feel like you've really hit it off! But all good things come to an end, I guess. You begin to follow Logan out, your hand still in his, when he suddenly turns around to face you.

"Listen", he begins. "This might sound corny, but I really don't want this night to end." You blush at the confession but smile at him sweetly. "Me neither." You reply, giving his hand a squeeze. His face melts into a warm smile as he takes your second hand into his. "I have an idea..." He trails off with a mischievous look on his face. You scrunch your face up in a questioning smile. "The hotel we're staying at tonight has a restaurant. Nice place. Let me take you out on a proper date?" He ends with a tilt of his head. You look into his eyes for a moment before looking down at your feet. How did I get so lucky? You think to yourself. There's only one true answer to his question.

You look back up at him and place your forehead against his before whispering, "Of course." You would've thought you just offered him a million dollars with the way he reacted! His face lights up as he turns around and dramatically brings his fists in towards him. (I really hope you know the gesture I'm trying to refer to) "Yes!" He whisper-yells to himself. You laugh out loud at how quickly this man goes from charming to goofy. He turns back to you all serious-like. He then pulls his phone out from his hoodie pocket and hands it to you. "Can I have your number?" He blushed slightly. "I'll text you the address." You nod your head before accepting the phone and adding your info as a contact. When you hand the phone back to him, he shakes his head slightly before pointing the camera at you. "Can't have a contact without a beautiful pic attached to it." Your cheeks heat up as you smile and look at the camera, but mostly through the camera at him. He quickly adds it before sending you a text.

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Summary: BTR is a big hit, everyone loves them, but when they come back to the Palm Woods after their latest tour, they are greeted by a new girl band who actually signed with Gustavo while they were gone. (Name) is their leader who has great style, beautiful and is excellent at singing and dancing. The boys don't get along with them at first but then they realize they can be allies instead of enemies. James gets closer to her slowly even if he is still hung up on Lucy who left him without saying a word. Will there be more to (Name) and James, or is it just a fleeting fantasy and nothing will come of it?

Warnings: fluff, goofiness, angst later on

Days went peacefully in Palm Woods and at Rocque Records ever since James and (Name) concluded a truce. Kendall narrowed his eyes at his friend while they sat at the dining table. James was eager to go to the studio or the pool and it was too obvious why.

“What are you reading?” the blonde asked but he quickly snatched the magazine out of his friend’s hands before the brunette could protest.

“Give it back!”

“Oohoh! It says (Name) is the new shining star in Hollywood. She likes peanut butter sandwiches and hates it when there’s nothing to talk about on a date? Hm, what do we have here? She prefers smart guys?” Kendall read it out loud.

“Then James is no longer an option for her it seems.” Carlos shrugged his shoulders earning a glare from the pretty boy.

“I. AM. SMART! Just not the scientific way!” James jumped up from his seat. “Wait! I’m not even interested in (Name)! I mean she’s great, but I’m not ready for dating.”

“Are you still waiting on Lucy?” Katie walked in with a book in her hand. “I hate her. Even if she comes back I will make sure she leaves as quickly as she did!”

Kendall’s little sister was still angry with the rock musician for leaving James like that. She loved the boys as much as she loved Kendall. When James fell into depression, it touched her as well.

“Katie, I love you, but you are too young to horn in it.” James sighed. “Besides who said anything about Lucy?”

Everyone raised an eyebrow at him which made him shut up.

“James, we love you but you’re too hung up on her. A new love could bring you something you’re missing and think you can fill in the hole with Lucy.” Kendall put a hand on James’ shoulder.

“No, I’m not gonna date anyone for now and that’s my final word on this!” the brunette furrowed his eyebrows and ran away angrily.

James went to the only place he could think. Or not think. He just wanted to be alone. The gym was empty this time of the day but mostly it was abandoned because everyone preferred to chill in the pool. He went over to the yoga mats and started stretching. A half an hour passed when a familiar face entered the gym with two other girls.

Lily and Emma went over to the treadmill while (Name) chose to start with some squats. The girls waved to James but stayed out of his hair which he was grateful for. The brunette’s eyes however kept returning to (Name)’s form. Her messy ponytail, black running pants and sports bra looked right out of a sports clothing commercial. James suddenly felt immense pain in his right foot and he realized that he just dropped 11 lbs of weight. The dumbbell rolled away to the side while he grabbed onto his foot with a pained cry.

Soft, delicate hands grabbed his and pried them away.

“It shouldn’t be too serious but you should get it checked out at the doctor’s.” (Name) said soothingly while she unlaced his shoelace and pulled on his shoe. If James had a smelly foot after the workout (Name) didn’t show her disgust. She instead pulled down his white sock to check out the damage. The skin was red and swollen a bit and when she softly poked it James hissed.

“Okay, you should definitely get it checked out. Do you want me to help you?” she asked as she pulled the sock back up on his ankle then helped his shoe back onto his foot. (Name) carefully laced the shoe back and straightened up stretching her hand out to him.

“I-I can go on my own, but thanks…”

The brunette started standing but as he tried to put weight on his hurt foot it felt like it would fall off.

“Right. I can see that.” she shook her head then grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulders. “Girls, I’m taking James to the doctor, will be back in an hour. Don’t wait for me!”

The pretty boy tried to protest but (Name) was having none of it. Her small frame surprisingly well fit under his arm but he wished that it wouldn’t have to come this way. The reason he dropped the damn dumbbell on his foot was even more embarrassing. What was up with him? Getting all clumsy around a pretty girl?! There was a ton out there besides he was “The Face” of Big Time Rush! He had no reason to be nervous around a girl.

At the lobby of the clinic he tried to make her go home and leave him while they waited for him to be called in but she wasn’t budging.

“James, for some unknown, strange reason I do care about your well being! Hell, what kind of person would I be if I saw another person get hurt and wouldn’t help them out?” she argued.

“I’m just saying that you have your life and you have things to do. You don’t have to stay, I’m all grown up.” James argued back.

“Yeah, a grown up who dropped 11 lbs of weight on his foot and can’t walk.” she huffed. “Just be quiet and accept that I will stay here with you no matter what you do!”

“Roger that, mom.” James rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Don’t. Ever. Say. That. Again.” her tone suddenly became really strange which made James decide that maybe this was the moment he should actually shut up.

Soon James got called in. The doctor checked his injury out and asked the assistant to give James some painkillers before they put his foot in a casing. It wasn’t too serious so they would get it off in a few days but he had to keep from moving it too much. The brunette walked out of the doctor’s office to be greeted by Kelly, Logan, Carlos and Kendall.

He looked around and saw that (Name) was nowhere to be seen. It made him disappointed and guilty. She must’ve left because he kept on insisting on her leaving. The guys helped him back to Palm Woods after a series of scolding from Kelly. This injury made them lose at least 3 days if not 4 because James couldn’t practice dancing.

Those few days were hell. James couldn’t go swimming, couldn’t go to the gym or to the beach. He was lounging in the living room or in his room bored out of his mind because the boys all left to do their own things. Even Katie had to go to school and Mrs. Knight was working at a part-time job as well.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. James sighed dramatically as he got up slowly and limped over to the door to open it. To his confusion and surprise, it was (Name).

“Are you busy?” she asked in a hurry. She kept looking around frantically like she was expecting to be attacked by someone or something.

“Not exactly.” the brunette shrugged and was about to let her in when she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the apartment.

“Listen to me. You’re now my boyfriend who is deeply in love with me and we’re going to be all lovey-dovey!” she whisper-shouted while gesturing around wildly.

“W-w-wait, why? What’s going on?” James asked in confusion.

“I’ll explain it later! Just help me out!” she begged with puppy eyes. James shook his head with a smile and put her arm around her shoulders. “Here they come…”

James furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the thumping of feet coming down the hallway fast and heavy. A really good looking guy turned the corner and stopped in his tracks when he spotted them. Once he shook himself out of his stupor he continued his way toward them. He pointed at (Name).

“I don’t believe you one bit! This is sooooo fake!” he motioned around them.

James suddenly felt anger and indignation flare up inside his chest. He pulled (Name) behind himself protectively.

“Who do you think you are talking to (Name) like that?!”

Even if he was hurt he won’t back down from a fight. The light brown haired guy smirked.

“Dylan Graham in person.” the guy grinned at him as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “(Name)’s future husband.”

James’ eyebrows were about to lift up from his brow and leave outer space at that statement. Then he started laughing and pointed at Dylan.

“Hahaha!” Then he turned scarily serious and stepped closer, staring right into Dylan’s face. “It’s funny you say that cuz I’m the one going out with her.”

“Once she realizes she’s making a mistake, she will choose me!” Dylan went right back up into James’ face. Something in this guy made James want to kick his ass. Back when he was pursuing Lucy relentlessly, he wasn’t chasing her down a hallway shouting ‘You will be my wife!’. Throwing confetti at her, yelling ‘You will be mine!’ at her and dressing up as Mario for her wasn’t the same thing as this.

He felt a soft touch on his chest pushing him back a bit. (Name) stood between them and turned to Dylan as if to shield James from him.

“Dylan, I’m dating James and I really like him. I won’t change my mind about this.” she said seriously. “So please, before the landlord notices your outburst, go home. I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Then she turned to James and pushed him right back into apartment 2J. She closed the door and let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, so I might have the right to know why we are fake-dating now?” the brunette asked curiously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you into too much trouble. He's been pestering me for a month to go out with him. I told him I had no time, he didn’t accept that so I told him I have a boyfriend, then he wanted to see proof, I tried to dodge him which I managed to until today becausehefollowedmebacktoPalmWoodsandnowwearedating!” (Name) got faster and faster as she explained the situation to him. “I panicked.”

“I can see that.” James chuckled. “You know what? We might prank everyone with this fake dating. The guys are insisting on me going out with someone but I’m not ready for a relationship yet and you are chased after by this Dylan dude. We could get back at them.”

“Deal!” (Name) grinned.