Other Fan Fiction ❯ Big Time Temptations ❯ London Here We Come ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimers: I do not own the show Big Time Rush, nor do I own any of their music featured in this work of fiction, which I make no profit from. I also don't own the song in the start, that is from an independent singer named Lights.

Warning: This fic contains language, some violence, partial to full nudity- I don't think this matters unless you read like I do, and it comes off like brain television :-). And sex... a lot of sex... well, enough sex- maybe four times hahaha.

A.N: If you haven't read the previous one shot before this fic Big Time Slip Ups, its okay. You can read this as is, and not miss a beat from that. Thank you for reading, and leaving a review. I appreciate it very much, and thank you for favoriting the one shot. I have to do location research for this fic, so the next update is I don't know when, but I hope you like it from my traveless prospective.

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Dark out, but you've still gotta light up-

Gotta keep your head up.

Gotta keep your face up...

The boys have been in the studio practicing their vocals, harmonies, dance steps, and placements for the second Big Time Rush tour. They've also been in the studio recording a single to be released later after the tour, that they'll be singing for the first time on stage in all four locations. Big Time Rush's first real ballad: Face Up. It will be six months. Which meant six months of being away from family, and aside from themselves, friends, and their home at the Palm Woods. The difference with this tour, though, is that not only are they a year older and wiser coming into it; it gives them a fraction more of freedom... they hoped.

Gustavo was working the boys hard, as he's already been killing himself with thinking up songs for the bands third album, he wanted the boys to run over the song as many times as they could to keep it fresh in their minds, while other songs on the album are little more than snippets and sound bites, or stray cords that the husky manager continually hums along to while trying to think up lyrics for it.

Removing his oversized headphones, Gustavo leans forward in his seat pressing the button for the sound booths speakers and mics. "And that's a rap on the new ballad for Big Time Rush," He informs them when the final note plays from the speakers. "Now get out here!" He snapped. Standing from his swiveling seat, Gustavo moved towards the exit door to stand before his 'dawgs'.

The boys exit the sound booth filing out into a straight line before the BIG BOSS- or so Gustavo's favorite shirt reminds them.

"Dawgs... we leave for London as soon as nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

They all smile gleefully at the thought of going across the world on tour. They were limited to the, states only last time. But their group has really taken off since they first started.

"Stop fantasizing!" Gustavo snapped them out of their little worlds where he, from experience, knew they were escaping too. It was impossible to talk to the monkeys sometimes. Everything has to be worded just so, or you'll lose them. Teenagers. "This also means that you'd better be ready by the time the car shows up." He stops pacing and straightens before them. "So say goodbye now, because when tomorrow comes, I don't wanna hear any complaining about girls you haven't kissed;" The four made faces of confusion and thoughtfulness at the sound of that. "Nor do I wanna hear that you haven't packed your luggage."

Logan, Kendall, and James couldn't help but shoot a warning glare at poor Carlos, knowing that between them he'd be the one to make that error. Last time they were leaving Palm Woods he was chucking his clothes into an open suit case that Kendall, James, and Logan had held open for him as they tore through the lobby to the car waiting for them outside. It was not a pretty sight.

"That was one time!" Defended the accused.

"Right," Kendall chimed in. "And weren't you the one with only one pair of shorts and a tank when we went to Griffin's beach house?"

Carlos's dark gaze rolled up to the ceiling in thought. It was true. And to this comment he says a very prominent. "Not important."

The other 3 band members scoff.

Gustavo ceased his groaned expression to continue his tirade. "And to ensure that you don't lose your plane tickets, Kelly is going to hold onto them for you." Steepling his fingers together, he taps them against his chin in wonder if he's forgotten anything. Nope. Couldn't think of thing. And so he ends his bellowing with a very kindly said. "And this will go off without fail, or I'm going to destroy each and every one of you!" He seemed proud that the boys lurched back at that. He still had it. "Are we clear?"

"Yes." Big Time Rush says in unison.

"Because," Logan starts. "none of us has a girlfriend; we've got six hours til bedtime." The other three make example of their knowing the time by tapping their wrist watch, or holding it up to their ear to make sure its still working. "And Carlos's bags will be packed and in the lobby before the sun goes down." The other's nods are all over the place, like bobblehead toys, in agreement of that declaration.

Gustavo's face read pleasantly surprised. "Oh. Well, good work today, let's hope it keeps up while you're on tour." Ah, Gustavo Rocque. Best manager in the pop world; and always ready to give out a punch along with a compliment. Its endearing, really. "Bye." He added when the four of them remained in his field of vision.

It seemed that 'bye' meant an entirely different sort of 'go' in the book of Kendall and James, because the two tore out of the room so fast that it caused a wind tunnel powerful enough to pull Logan, Carlos, Kelly, and even Gustavo forward in the fleeing males' direction, a whole two paces!

"James and I are going bowling!" Kendall called from down in the lot.

Chiming in, James adds. "We understand that you and Logan don't wanna come!"

The four that remained in the studio, gathered at the window to peek out of it through the opened blinds covering the cracked windows. The evening sky was lowering itself over the city, but it was still bright enough down below to see Kendall and James looking up at the window where Gustavo's main office sits.

Boggled by the declarations, Logan muttered off-handedly. "I don't even recall being invited to bowl,"

He or Carlos couldn't have called down a response anyway since Kendall and James peeled out of the lot on foot so fast they left sneaker tracks in their wake.

"At least they're getting along better since that 'curse interview' and everything."

"Yeah." Carlos reitirated without emphasizing on the subject, to the two who weren't privy to the awkward week they'd had at home after that fake-date the two not-lovebirds had gone on.

There was silence, hard silence. Awkward silence. The kind of silence that when you walk into a room and you feel it, you grimace, wince, and head out backwards to where you'd just come from. Neither talked about it, but everyone in the apartment could tell that there was something the two wanted to say to each other, as well as something that should be said between them. Like, I'm sorry. But, having too many people watching a pot will only create a bigger mess than if it were left alone; so, descretely, Ms. Knight, Katie, Carlos, and Logan would find some reason to excuse themselves from the apartment to leave the heated pair alone so they could open the gateway of communication and, hopefully, talk it out like adults. Not kill each other like they're in a death match. Luckily, it only took 3 days before the two spoke over breakfast about 'buddy-bonding-time together, that way the tragedy between them wouldn't tarnish what they have as close friends. Bowling seemed to be the activity of the day; wouldn't have killed them to invite he and Logan along, though. He hasn't been bowling since he dated that girl Stephanie, who'd rescued him from the Jennifers at the school dance last year.

"We'll see you guys tomorrow, then." Says a semi-redejected Logan. "Eight sharp."

"I'll send the car for you." Kelly says when waving them off. Gustavo was already behind the closed door of his office.

Leaving the Rocque Records building, the two walk to the purple convertable and climb inside, Logan behind the wheel.

"You know," Carlos starts speaking when the car rolls from the lot and onto the streets with the rest of L.A. traffic.

Brutal at night, especially. Socialites gathering to shop, or party the night away. People heading out to work. People just driving for the sake of driving! Its really a pain. Carlos often wondered how he'd ever get a license out here. But Logan and Kendall seem to manage it alright. James has a license but never drives unless he's going someplace alone. Leaving Carlos the odd man out. But he was in no rush.

"With Kendall and James out bowling," He turns in his seat to look at Logan. "we should do something together."

"Like what?" His voice was neutral, but his face said, 'let's drop the subject'.

"I don't know... what about video games? Ms. Knight made a pie this morning; we can have a slice while virtually scuffing up a stadium floor in basket ball?"

"That's James." Informed Logan. The vehical pressed on after a slow right behind another car whose driver clearly wasn't paying attention to what he's doing.

"Oh..." Quieted, for a brief moment, he makes another suggestion. "What about wrestling- I'll bet I could take you!" And he was excited at the thought of pinning Logan down under his powerful strength and unpredictable moves.

"That too is done with James," Scrunching his nose, he adds as an after thought. "And even if it weren't, I'm not exactly fond of being bent into a pretzel."

"What?" And he truly sounded surprised by this.

"Forgive me for being preventative to bodily harm."

"Okay, I have no idea what that means, but to me... it sounds whimpy."

Logan ignored the comment, and with a shrug he says with a tone clearly bored of the subject. "I just don't see what's so great about wrestling."

Gaping, Carlos crosses his arms over his chest. "Everything." Scoffing, Carlos straightens forward in his seat. "Man, you're dull. How do you expect to get anything out of life if you don't take risks?" Carlos couldn't help thinking that if Kendall and James don't hurry up and finish their two-man party thing, his life was going to be considerably dulled. "How will you ever get anything out of life if you just sit around all day, counting your teeth?"

"I don't sit around counting my teeth." He slapped Carlos on the arm with the back of his hand, completely fed up with the topic of his not being a risk-taker.

Taunting, Carlos sing-songed. "I don't knoooow, I'll bet you can't even pull Camille's hair when we get back to the Palm Woods."

"What? That is stupid, okay." Rolling his eyes; Logan pressed his foot down on the break at the light. "Why would I wanna pull Camille's hair?"

"Because compared to a real risk, it's tame compared to doing something like..." He tapped a finger to his chin. "Shutting off the main water valve at the Palm Woods."

"Hn." Scoffed the offended male. "I'll bet I can do that."

"You won't."

"I would. And I wouldn't get caught either."

"Then its a challange." Holding out his hand, he gives Logan's a shake when the riskless driver took his. "Good luck, my friend."

"Don't need it." Returning his attention to the road now that the light is green, something crossed Logan's mind. "Today is Sunday, right?"

"Right."

"Well, the alley isn't open on Sundays."

"Really?" Carlos had to think about that for a moment. "Yeah... it isn't. We went over that one time in the spring for Ms. Knight's birthday and had to go to a movie instead." His expression fell as something had occured to him just then. "If the alley is closed... what are Kendall and James doing?"

At the Palm Woods park. A multicolored blanket has been stretched out over the lush, still green, young Autumn grass. The usual slum of people have gone, and the few stragglers left behind, were straggling for a reason. The very same reason for the multicolored blanket and the soft sounds of BTR playing on a battery powered radio. The air is slightly chilly but the wind is calm, so its not really a bother to anyone hanging onto summer garb. The sky has melted the colors purple, orange, and deep blue together like water colors on a canvas. There aren't many stars in the sky to be seen, but it doesn't matter when Kendall isn't really looking at the sky. Its only serving as a nice backdrop to James' handsome face looking down at him when they had to break their kiss for oxygen.

Smiling affectionately at his secret lover, whose face continues to disappear in the setting sun; three more minutes and it will be dark out completely, Kendall says. "You know, these have been the best three days of bowling yet." He hummed when James planted a peck upon his lips.

Adding to that statement, James says happily. "And by 'bowling' you mean three days of uninterupted, pure self indulgent, makeout sessions." That said, he pressed a particulary deep kiss to Kendall's lips, tongue just brushing against the roof of the blond's mouth.

"Mmm. That's exactly what I mean." Replied Kendall parting his lips when in came another one.

And wasn't that funny? Before any of this had started to get comfortable, James was completely spooked by the idea of being in a relationship with Kendall or any guy. But now, it would seem, he can't get enough of kissing him and is the first to initiate them a lot of the times they've done it. Hidden in the darkness at the theater, at home when they're alone, out here at the park. A couple of snuck in pecks at Rocque records during bathroom breaks. It was unbelievable! Kendall had to work for other things though, furthering their relationship was an onerous process when it came to new ground with James. He was cool with kissing now, but still skittish about other things, which is why Kendall never really pushed it. But he being the progressor had to do it sometimes: a new touch here, a heated whisper there, lips in new places... The day would end, then begin, and once the two have found a new or old place to be alone it would be James to start in on the last new addition to their exploring romps.

Everything had worked out in their favor. They got back from their fake-date at Rustique and, in deep thought over a number of things like: what to tell the others, how to be together so that it works, and of course the very fact they had kissed at all. It had the two heavily silenced, and for some reason that seemed like a red alert to all those around them. Ms. Knight, Katie, Logan, and Carlos would excuse themselves from the apartment so that he and James could talk; one time, when all of them were at the pool everyone out there left them alone as well! It would seem word got around quickly in a place where everyone knows everyone else. It was actually pretty funny. And rather than sit around talking about an issue that they don't have, the two of them sat on the long orange couch kissing until they heard the tell-tale rattling of keys outside of the apartment to end the, pressumed, cage match.

It was on day three that they both decided to keep their relationship a secret, it would be better for everyone that way and, also, that they should call their 'alone time' as 'buddy bonding' so that everyone will respectfully leave them alone. Recently, they've discovered the solitude of the park at night, and have since hidden a blanket and mini stereo in the thick bushes and whip it out whenever they wanna have some 'a different kind of friendship' time.

"Switch." Kendall announces. And rolls over so that he is on top of James now.

Switching was something that they both came up with in favor of James not wanting to have either of them take on the role of being the lesser man. They're buds afterall, equals. Its only fair that they handle this budding relationship on equal terms. But honestly, Kendall has this thing he does whenever he likes something, he hums deeply from his throat, and the sound just sweeps James feet right off the floor and he gives way to the shudders that crash through him upon Kendall's doing so. If anyone knew they'd definitely have no problem with deciphering whom was on top; because if Kendall were female with a sound that good, James would hold that purse outside of the dressing room, he would shoe shop until his feet bled from being dragged around. He would actually remove his shirt to lay it in a puddle so that Kendall wouldn't get her feet wet. But reality check, Kendall is a guy, and so the only thing he can offer in response to that hedonist making sound is to let the man have his way with him... so he supposed that would have made him the girl and- dammit! Stop thinking!

Latching a hand into Kendall's fine, though not as fine as his own, sweep of hair James intended to suck the life right out of him through a kiss, but found it impossible when his hips began to sway upward and his mind further clouded over from Kendall's hand rubbing feverishly at his crotch. His red alert should have gone off when he'd heard the sound of a zipper being undone and knew that his own hands were currently busy beneath his secret lover's shirt. But again, Kendall was memorizing to hear, so nothing got in until-...

"Hey! Hey!" He pushed the blond's hand from beneath the band of his boxers. "What are you doing?" His hazel eyes are as wide as saucers, with a cocked brow to further articulate the question and repremand that what Kendall had done was wrong.

"Well," Replies Kendall. "the way I see it, is that we've got progressive advantage." He then shrugged as if it were nothing new, or major. "And unlike with some stranger, we've got history." He gave his secret lover a peck on the neck.

Thinking that explanation over, James nods. "Oh." Pulling Kendall into a silencing hold, they remain laying in each others arms looking up at the dark dark blue sky, thinking about what Kendall just said while basking in the private relationship.

Kendall didn't have all night it seemed and he, once again, tried moving them along. Only this time he planned to use his hips to do what his hand had intended on doing. Unzipping his jeans; James kept a watchful eye for foul play, but when Kendall's boxer clad hips straddled down on his unzipped lap and the blond rocked his hips forward and back there wasn't much room left to complain, and James let out a groan a lot louder than he had intended it to be. Kendall chuckled against James' lips shushing him at the same time. They may feel like they have the place to themselves but it isn't the case. Heat rushing him on all fronts, James rocked with Kendall deciding rather quickly that this was the better option to a handjob. Equals, right? And judging by Kendall's appreciated sounds this was giving to the both of them rather than just one.

The sensation of electricity that hit him when Kendall swirled his hips shot a moan from him that was so sudden he had to wonder if it had come from him at all. That was another wonderful thing about this; Kendall never rubbed James' hesitations in his face. He just went with the flow, whether it be forward or at a stand still, if James were very adamant about a 'no'. And they both indulged in the raking sensations engulfing them as they rocked, or ground down deeply onto each other, while kissing like their ship was going down. It left them breathless and seeking air, which only let the moans and groans tumble freely into the night air. Score another point for Kendall.

...

Carlos and Logan just parked the car and ducked through the park to get to the apartment. They were still in meager chat about Logan's lackluster for adventure, when the soft sounds of 'Nothing Even Matters' as well as a few other interesting man-made lyrics that aren't usually there.

"Ooh," Logan assesses the situation. "looks like someone is enjoying the album." He politely keeps his gaze averted from where the sounds are coming from.

Calling to where the hidden lover's sounds might be coming from, his eyes also firmly planted in the direction to maybe see a little PG14 action, Carlos sang out. "You're weeelcooome!" He figured they'd wanna thank them for providing music good enough to erupt that much passion from them.

Logan swatted at the laughing male for embarrassing the hidden couple.

Once inside the door, Carlos heads over to the bench where the water main's valve is located. Removing the seatcover he places it carefully to the floor. "And there you go."

"Where I go?" Asks Logan nearly at the elevator, but seeing that Carlos was no longer beside him he doubles back until he's standing beside the grinning male.

"You said that you'd take risks, that you'd shut off the water in the building..." His hand gestures out as if it were saying that he needed to get on with it already.

"When I'd said that, I meant that I would take risks within reason. And turning off the apartments water supply is a bad idea." Looking at the front desk, he hissed in a whisper. "Plus, Bitters is watching us."

Carlos looks over Logan's shoulder to where the plump building manager is eating a bite of popcorn and eyeing them heavily. The two wave, with a dry laugh.

"Aheh, we were just heading upstairs." He tugs Carlos towards the elevator.

"There you go." Replied the man as they skiddadle by.

Passing by with apologetic smiles, they hurry onto the elevator and out of sight.

"We need to pack for tomorrow." Logan is saying to Carlos while they walk through the hall to their apartment 2J. "We don't want a repeat of last time." As if he had to remind the male of the conversation they had with Gustavo an hour ago.

"Hey guys," Greets Katie when seeing the two.

"Hey Katie." They return without being in sync.

Now that the boys are home, Katie moves from her place on the couch over to the kitchen table for dinner. It felt as if she'd been waiting all day, and smelling her mother's cooking wasn't helping the hunger pangs. She could only snack on Fruit Smackers for so long! Her savory buds are winning the battle of 'let's eat'. "You know you have to buy me lots of souvenirs when you go overseas," Unstacking the plates, she sets one down before each seat. "Preferably something with a high re-sell value." A wicked glint in her dark eyes shined and she rubbed her hands together with anticipation.

"Katie." Repremands her mother at the stove; stirring the finished pasta, elbow, into the bubbling tomato sauce and storemade, ready-when-heated, meatballs. She taps the spoon onto the side of the pot before leaving it to rest on the empty macaroni box sitting on the counter top. Looking at her daughter, she noted in the back of her mind that two of her boys are M.I.A. before she continued speaking to her daughter. "The boys will bring you gifts because they love you- not so you can fleece the masses."

Katie expelled a ruefull sigh. Watching the pot move over to the table, Katie took in the fact that two seats were empty. Pointing at the empty seats, she asks. "Where're Kendall and James?"

"Not sure," Logan took a sip of water then continued "they said bowling." He shrugged while salting his beefaroni. "But we all know that the alley is closed on Sundays, so they must have gone somewhere else."

Jennifer cast the small group unseen pleading eyes, to change the subject.

"You know what I think they're doing?" And this was Carlos talking over a mouthful of pasta.

"Hey, Mom." Kendall interupts from the door. "Dinner done yet? I'm starving." Walking through the small dining room area, Kendall pats his little sister atop her head.

"Just got done, but go wash first- both of you." She shot a threatening look at James, who's over by the pot scooping a bite onto the serving spoon for himself.

Observing her brother and friend, Katie asks. "Why are you two covered in grass?" She then smiled smartly around her fork.

"Uuuh," James, ready to panic and blurt anything out- he seemed to have a nasty habit of that- but Kendall recovered the situation by cutting him off.

"Be-because weee werrrre... wrestling."

"See!" Carlos says pointedly to Logan. "Wrestling is fun."

Not sure what to make of that offer of help from Carlos, Kendall went on to say. "We realized that the alley was closed, and so we just hung out at the park." He gave a nice little hands and shoulders 'so there' shrug.

Nodding, Carlos sniggered and asked. "Did you guys hear that couple making-out to our music?"

Wild expression on his face, James darted off to the bathroom. Kendall shrank away, shaking his head. "Nnoo. No couple, there was... no one at the park doing anything like that..." Stammering he added. "Where we were." Satisfied, he cleared up the sentence. "There wasn't anyone doing that where we were in the park. I'm gonna go wash up." Shooting a thumb over his shoulder, Kendall retreated to the bathroom with James.

Once the door is closed after them, Kendall and James begin rapidly extracting grass bits from their persons. That little romp in the grass had gone better than Kendall would have thought, considering the bold manuever of flat-out sitting on James' lap. It was a good night all around for relationship progression... well, for physical progression actually. Which is fine! But Kendall was leaning on actually having more between them then 'friends with benefits'; going bowling with James tonight would have been really cool. He had lied to James before when he said that he was over him; he still very much has a crush on the hair obsessed pretty boy in the group. The only time, in the quick week they've been having this secret relationship, they've had a real date was when James took him to that Hair Model model show; needless to say qoute unqoute Kendall's should be labeled as James' because that truly was-

"Do you think they suspect anything?" James, drying his hands on a hand towel, asks.

Soaping up, Kendall makes a face of confident reassurance. "They don't have a clue." He watches James through the mirror, a hidden smirk crosses his lips watching the male unconsciously flick his hair from his eyes. "And it'll stay that way because once we get to London, we're gonna ham up the lady love." Scooting over when James approached the mirror, lucky comb and Cuda Man spray in hand. He scrunched his nose up and moved completely when the spritz of mist came his way.

"But I do like girls." And James said this without bitterness, or severe homophobia like he might have at the start of the week. He was more distracted with primping.

"True, but, we also agreed to see where this thing between us may go... so..."

"You two gonna be in there all night? Food's getting cold!" Jennifer called through the door.

"Coming!" Kendall called back, now drying his hands.

"So?" Asks James in wonder of the abandoned sentence.

"So, no pressure." Patting the confused male on the shoulder he adds. "We take it as it comes."

"Which reminds me," Wrapping his arms around Kendall's slim waist, James pecks the male on the lips before releasing him and then leaving the bathroom, he heads into their shared bedroom.

Suddenly remembering that very same thing, Kendall deadpans and promptly closes the door so that he can clean up as well.

The tour, in some ways, was going to be blissful freedom. On their first tour, the four of them traded who slept in which room with whom, but this time around maybe he and James could throw it out there that switching is stupid, and he and James should just share a room the entire time, while Logan and Carlos share. It could happen, maybe even without question...

...

"I'm gonna find your commander, General James, and destroy him." Carlos taunts. A scruffy looking soldier stalks across the screen towards a bunker, gun poised to shoot at any given second.

"I don't think so, Captain Carlos, because my commander is hidden someplace the likes of your fleet can never find him." His tone was dead-serious, in a mock sense.

Carlos's player screamed when a landmine went off beneath his foot. When James broke out into an insane cackle, Carlos only shook his head in self defense. "Laugh all you want, James, because that landmine just told me where your commander is hidden."

Wide-eyed in panic, James let out a shriek before battling for Carlos's controller.

Chuckling Kendall then returned his attention to his school assignments. He and Logan are finishing up what they can so they don't have the same enormous pile up like before. Logan still can't believe that Gustavo didn't tell them, moreso that he had to do it all alone! But not this time, though James and Carlos should put down the controllers and pick up a pencil and get some work done.

"Kendall," Logan whispered when he knew the two on the couch couldn't hear him. "I know the truth."

Rather than freak out as James would, Kendall cocked a brow to let Logan finish.

"You and James weren't wrestling at the park, were you?"

"Umm..." He began to retort.

"You were fighting again."

Taken aback, Kendall shook his head. "No. Honestly, we were getting along." Expelling a calming breath to relax his prickled nerves, he returns his attention to his school work.

Leaning in closer, he asks. "Because you can tell me if you did." He whispered raspily.

"We didn't. Believe me." Realizing that work would be impossible, Kendall taps his pencil to his math work. "James and me are really having some good bonding time, things couldn't be better." Looking at said male, he smiles. "Infact, I was thinking that maybe once we're in London, he and I could-..."

"Alright boys, bedtime." Jennifer says this while emerging from her bedroom, slippers on her feet and a long robe around her pajamas. "You've gotta get up early tomorrow so that you can have breakfast before you have to leave. I can't let you get out of here on airplane nuts. Now move!"

As if Jennifer Knight and all her 5'6" were the most mighty of all the drill seargents and she must be obeyed. Which wasn't far from the truth. The boys, in a scramble, hurry and turn off the game systems, close up math books and science books with pencils and paper still inside to make it look like some good work had been done. Throwing on their night apperal, and quickly brushing their teeth, the four are off to their shared bedroom with the cozy bunk beds set on either side of the room. Lucy, for all the lack of space the place has, is lucky to get to live alone. Room to herself, place to herself. But one had to wonder, would it feel like home, as it does for them now?

The boys... woke up early! Right on time as the alarm sounded. They dressed quickly, aside from James, brushed or combed their hair quickly, and were in time to have a very nice breakfast of strawberries and cream oatmeal, and pop tarts with two glasses of orange juice. The problem rose when they left the apartment, packed bags in hand and goodbyes said. Getting out of the Palm Woods unscathed was going to be tricky. And once the elevator doors pinged open, Carlos peeks around the corner, Logan over his back, Kendall over his back, and then James peeking from the top, the four scan the area with their multicolor of eyes for any passersby they might know.

Looking over his shoulder to the three others standing above him, Logan gestures that they make a run for it... when the elevator doors began to close. Crammed up together, the four cry out as they shuffle from the elevator entrance to avoid being crushed on the doors' second try.

"Let's make a run for it!" Carlos throws his fist into the air.

It was like warfare, they made it far enough to believe there wasn't an ambush, but then like with the secret landmine hidden underground the troops came swarming in like an explosion in reverse. And before they knew it, they were crammed in a circle of friends all shouting this and that at them for gifts they'd like or just the request to get anything. Some only wanted to say good luck, and goodbye. Through the madness of it all, the razor sharp voice of Jennifer 1, a.k.a Blonde Jennifer, cut through the uproar to say.

"We heard you're going through Paris,"

And the other Jennifer's embelish this statement by synctly saying. "Expensive, no eau de toilettes."

Dumbfounded the four cock a brow at the girls, who have to roll their eyes at male stupidity before they 'discetely' fan themselves over toward their general direction to allow a lovely trio of a scent to waft up their noses. Aaah, perfume. Of course.

"And that's," Blonde Jennifer points as she speaks. "on your dimes."

It seemed that they shared a body today, because after a tinkling of their fingers the girls walk off.

"And that'll be three eau de toilets" And yes, Kendall said it wrong on purpose. "for the Jennifers."

In a flury of "okays" and "yeah, sures" somehow Freight Train, their big black body guard shoved his way through the crowd to get to them. The boy's hadn't noticed him, only that some airspace was let up at their backs.

"The car horn honked three times for you boys, its time to go or Gustavo will be ticked." Reported the man, business as usual.

"That's our ride, ahaha- bye!" And James' wave could barely be counted as he flew from the lobby and to the limo.

The others said a goodbye with a little more meat to it before heading out to load the trunk with their bags.

"Logan! Logan!" Called a familiar voice.

Looking over his shoulder, said male smiled seeing Camille exit the Palm Woods. Grunting when her familiarly aggressive weight slammed into him at full force. Squeezing back, he rocked with Camille's movement; pleased when she backed up a hair to plant a sweet kiss upon his lips.

"Don't forget me when you've got french girls cancanning in your face." She beamed a beautiful smile his way, her smokey eyes staring deeply into his own.

Smiling warmly, he teased her by saying. "Camille, if French girls are cancanning in my face, I won't even know who I am soooo, can't make any promises."

Laughing, she gives him one last smooch before backing away from the car so he can enter.

"Bye Camille," Says Kendall entering after Logan.

"Wooo! Hoo hoo hoo!" Carlos is standing on his seat, upper half out of the sun roof and is abruptly joined by James.

"Bye you guys!" Called Camille watching the limo drive away.

Lucy, at her side, only waved, before ushering a semi-downtrotten Camille back inside. She already confessed to the girl that she was going to miss Logan and the guys, but Lucy didn't know how much until the actress came out.

"Its my own fault that I have to say goodbye to Chad!" And the fake tears and sobs poured out. "I should never have thought I could find love in a man 2 years older than me, and now he's off to college, and I'm alone again!" Grabbing Lucy up by the straps of her stylish leather tank, she gives her a shaking. "And right before my school's prom! How could he!"

Brow furrowed at the oddity that is Camille Roberts, Lucy shakes it off and humors the girl with a little acting of her own. "Its okay Melissa, I'm sure Trent-.."

"Chaad." Camille corrected through sob.

"Chad, will call you every night."

"You really" She sniffles. "think so?"

"I know so."

"Oh. Well then, I'm cured." Smiling, she thanks the girl and waves a goodbye while heading off to the pool.

It was going to be a long six months.

The volume level in the car was at maximum with the four boys hunched over looking at Logan's iPad.

"I hope we get to see the queen," James stated before plastering on his most handsome smile. "I'll bet that I'm her favorite."

The three gave him doubtful looks.

"I'm mostly excited about seeing Paris," Says Carlos. "Can you imagine what it looks like from the eiffel tower?"

"But isn't the food in France like, really scary?" James informed his best buddy.

"Not if you know what you're ordering," Logan, the voice of reason chimed in. "I'm sure the waiters would be cool with translating it."

"And even if they were, eating won't be a problem, because we can bring corn dogs and fish sticks with us to the hotel whenever we don't eat out."

"No," Logan's face scrunches with annoyance at the incredible lack of common sense in Carlos. "they would never keep during the flight."

"Yes they will," Debates the unswaying Carlos. "They have refrigerators."

"Oh," Logan chuckles mockingly. "What I meant to say, was that bringing your own food is stupid."

"You're stupid." Retorts Carlos ready for a fight.

Smiling, Kendall shakes his head in dismay. Maybe Logan should worry less about his fighting with James and more about his own with Carlos. "I'm sure that there will be something in Paris worth eating... we'll just get the name of it, and keep ordering that." He shrugged it off.

"Well, does France make their own corn dogs?" Asked the hopeful male.

"No, genius, corn dogs is an American food. They won't even have it in England."

Tired of the food conversation, James asks. "I wonder what kinds of entertainment they have in Europe? Maybe we can hear some of their local bands."

They all agreed on that.

"Hey look, a comedy club." Points Carlos.

"Now that, I wanna go to." Agreed James to the unrequested visit. "Man, can you believe this? Our last tour was over the states, and now... we're hitting Europe."

"And Asia." Added Kendall. Leaning forward he turns up the radio which is playing, now very loudly, The City Is Ours.

"We've made it to the big time!" Shouts Carlos.

The four boys hoot and hollar and the rest of the fourty minute drive was spent singing, at the top of their lungs, to their songs, and eating the snacks and drinks from the mini-fridge.

"You wanna be famous!"

They sang loudly, happy to toss the white cheddar popcorn at each other; to be fair, they were trying to get it into the mouth of the person across from them.

Pointing out of the, rolled down, tinted windows, Carlos announces. "There's the LAX!" Spotting the approaching building, the four cheer with popcorn flying as their hands go up in the air.

Once the car pulled in and bags are removed, the four weren't standing around long in wonder of where they had to go to because no sooner were they past the large glass double doors, Kelly walked up to them; her stylish boots clicked with each step.

"Kelly!" The boys called out before rushing her, and wrapping eight pairs of arms around her tiny form.

Their joy was contagious, as usual, and she grinned and greeted them in the same fashion. "Guys! Hey!" Her arms remained around Carlos who was still gripping her like crazy until James and Kendall tugged the enthusiastic male away. "Guys, get your things checked into baggage so we can board the plane," She hoisted her already checked out carry-on back to a better sitting place on her shoulder. "here are your tickets." She hands the plane tickets over to the boys.

Looking for the boss, Kendall asks with suspicion. "Wheeere's Gustavo?"

"Yeah, isn't he coming with us?" James looks over his seat number, before moving ahead in line to set his bag down through the scanner. He was insane if he thought he could get away with bringing his product, but give the band strength. He tried. And sure enough...

"I'm gonna have to ask you to step aside, sir." The security guard requested.

Rolling her eyes, Kelly instead addressed an easier matter than getting the security on the flight to understand James' beauty regime. "Well, since its your second tour... Gustavo knows that he can trust you guys on your own until he joins us in France."

"Aaaw," Kendall mocked how touched he was by the idea, then asked smartly. "but what's the real reason?" Because he just did not believe Gustavo, the Biggest Boss, Rocque would leave Big Time Rush alone out of trust.

Reluctant to give up the answer, Kelly laughed and tried to distract herself with James. Who was getting all of his hair care products checked with a shriek of 'how could you' over every spritz and spray, or squirt, that went untouched to his head or face.

"Kellyyy?" Carlos returned her focus.

"Fine! Okay..." She gave an aggitated huff. "Gustavo isn't coming along yet, because he wanted a vacation from you guys." And she tensed herself up for the conjoined moan of aggitated disbelief.

How can Gustavo still be so weary of them after they've been together for so long?

Defending the man who isn't there, Kelly repremands. "Hey, you guys are a handful even on your best days," And she lifts an accussing finger.

Finally done with the heat, James joins the conversation. "Whether Gustavo is with us or not, we are gonna rock London." He pats Carlos on the shoulder when his best bud nods.

Passing there tickets through checking, the five board the plane taking their seats in order of Logan and Carlos, seated behind Kendall and James, who has Kelly right across from them beside a lovely looking mother, who continually looked over her seat to her son behind her. Kelly was kind enough to offer her seat to the kid, who switched places with as little grace as he could, and knocked into both Logan's chair and Kendall's. Little brat. And how long was it until they reach London? Ten hours? Fourteen. At least James and Logan had the right idea by ignoring all baby's and children's whails and shrieks, by eyeing himself in his mirror. Kendall, sure that he isn't being watched, eyed his secret lover through his mirror as well. Receiving a smirk from the self-attracted male, until Carlos leaned up over the back of the seat to shout.

"London, here we come!"

"Woo!" The other three band members cheered.

The plane took off without delay and soon they'd be in London.