Let It Out

By: Riley and Rhuben

Summary – Working together in the music industry, you become best friends pretty quickly. But that doesn't mean that you don't have your fair share of fights and annoyances every now and then.

.:Chapter One:.

"Jump, jump, jumpjumpjumpjumpjumpjump!"

Kendall elbowed Carlos out of his ear as he leaned forward on the edge of the couch, an Xbox controller held tightly between his hands. James and Logan were sitting nearby, staring at the TV screen with rapt interest, not daring to breathe as Kendall played their new video game.

"I am," Kendall grunted. "And don't distract when I'm playing. If I die, I'm going to shove this controller down your throat."

"Yeah, I'd like to see that," Carlos challenged, sticking out his tongue before reaching out and shoving Kendall on the arm. Kendall let out a scream as the image on the TV screen suddenly blew up. Logan and James burst out into hysterical laughter as Kendall continued to stare at the TV, his mouth dropped open in shock. Carlos wasn't sure whether or not to laugh or try to sneak away from his friend before he got beat down to the ground. He made his decision as Kendall dropped the controller and slowly turned to face Carlos. "Sorry?" Carlos shrugged as he gave a short smile.

"Sorry" Kendall repeated with a forced smile. "You're sorry?"

"Uh," Carlos shifted his eyes over to Logan and James, who were now smiling with anticipation. "Yeah."

"Do you know how far I was in that game?" Kendall asked as he stood up and towered over his smaller friend. "I was this close," he held his thumb and index finger an inch apart. "To getting to the next objective and I hadn't even saved yet."

"Actually," Logan spoke up, holding up his index finger. "You were about 10 minutes of game play away from the next objective from the way that you were playing." He gave a smug smile as Kendall turned and gave him an 'I-Don't-Care' look. "Just helping." He said as he held his hands up defensively. "You can go about killing Carlos now." He smiled.

"Thanks," Carlos rolled his eyes. He turned back to Kendall and, seeing the mischievous grin on his face, screamed loudly before launching himself off of the couch, trying to get away from his friend. Kendall moved quickly and pounced on top of Carlos, pinning him to the floor. James and Logan laughed even harder as Kendall grabbed a pillow off of the couch and continuously hit Carlos over the head with it.

It wasn't odd to see this happening. 9 times out of 10 the boys of Big Time Rush could be seen either on the ice or in their apartment, 2J of the PalmWoods, beating each other up over something very trivial. Kendall's mother and the other boys' caretaker, Mrs. Knight, was so used to it, that she didn't even seem fazed by it when she would walk through the apartment and find them rolling around on the floor. After the time she had caught James and Logan in odd, compromising positions as they were fighting over a pair of sneakers, she was careful not to ask what was going on when it came to their antics.

It gave her more than her peace of mind.

Even Katie, Kendall's little sister, and James's, Carlos', and Logan's 'little sister' by association, was so used to the boys fighting over nothing that she would either bet on who would win (and she would usually won) or she would goad them into fighting even more.

But none of it was serious and it was always fun for them to let off some steam that way. It was especially enjoyable to Kendall, as he is the most competitive out of all of the boys, and would not stop until he was declared the winner.

"Ow, ow, stop!" Carlos cried between bursts of laughter. He raised his arms over his head, to shield his face as Kendall continued to hit him. "Ok, I give, just get off me."

Kendall sighed as he lowered his arms, getting off of his friend and pulling him to his feet. "You make it way too easy, you know that?"

Carlos shrugged as he brushed off his clothes; he turned towards the front door of the apartment as there was a quick double knock. He didn't get a chance to say that the apartment was open before the front door was flung wide open and their friend, Riley Jackson-McGuire stormed into the apartment.

"Hey Landy," Logan greeted her cheerfully with a wave. Having known her since he was 8, before he moved to Minnesota and met Kendall, James, and Carlos, he had given her that nickname from her full first name. And he was the only one that she allowed to call her that. He noticed the redness of her cheeks and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think that something's wrong?" She asked under her breath as she crossed the apartment over to the kitchen. She pulled out a stool and pulled herself up onto it, crossing her arms over her chest as well as her legs.

"I don't know, Tinkerbell," Kendall commented as he crossed his own arms over his chest. He used his right hand to point at her. "It might be because of the fact that your face is all red." He added, speaking of the instant giveaway that let anyone know when she was mad.

"I'm not in the mood for names, Kendall." She replied sharply.

Kendall's eyebrows rose. "Must be my fault then," he commented, noticing another hint that she was ticked off about something. Ever since she and her siblings, the band the DarkElements, had agreed to work with BTR while they were trying to get big in LA, she started calling Kendall any and every nickname that she could think of (her favorites being Hockey-Head or Eyebrows) instead of his own name. She did it enough that he noticed that she was mad at him or was being serious about something, if she called him by his first name. "What'd I do this time?"

"It's something you all did, actually," She replied shortly and waited to see if they knew what she was talking about. Getting no answer, Riley gritted her teeth as she clenched her hands into fists. "You were supposed to come to the studio today to get your fitting done." She raised her left arm, which had her watch on it, to her face. "You're over an hour late! Normally you would call if you were going to be held up by something, but seeing as you didn't…" she trailed off, letting out a huff.

"Yikes," Logan looked at his own watch. "I guess we are kind of late." He admitted.

"We're sorry, Riles," James apologized quickly. "We just lost track of time while we were playing this new video game that we got a couple of weeks ago." He crossed the room to her and placed his hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "We really lost track of time, I actually forgot all about it."

Riley shook her head as she scanned each of their faces. It wasn't the first time that they had been late to something that Gustavo had reminded them constantly not to miss. But every time Gustavo told them about something that they had to go to, they seemed to either forget about it completely, or show up twenty minutes late. If she had to guess, they were either not taking their job seriously, or they just didn't respect Gustavo enough. Each of those options was not going to fly with her.

"Well," Carlos licked his lips as he looked at his friends, quickly thinking of what to do. He hated it whenever someone was mad at him for just about anything, and he especially hated it whenever he let someone down. But he had a habit of giving into peer pressure, and while he knew that he had to get to a fitting, he was having too much fun hanging out with his friends. "Can't we just go do the fitting now? We'll move fast so it doesn't take as long."

Riley shook her head. "Can't," she raised and lowered one shoulder in a shrug. "I have to go pick up my brothers as well as get home to start making dinner." She got up from the stool and headed back towards the door. "You know, you've been doing that a lot lately." She commented over her shoulder.

"What do you mean by that?" Logan asked.

"Nothing," Riley grabbed onto the doorknob, holding it behind her as she turned back around to look at the four boys. "I just noticed it." She opened the door and stepped out of the apartment. "I'll see you guys, later."

She left, closing the door firmly behind her.

A/N: So this is a short story that's going to be only 10 chapters long, the chapters aren't really that long either. The idea of this came from some annoyances that Rhubes and I had about the show, so you'll see it as this story goes along. The first one is shown in this chapter; them being late to a wardrobe fitting and not seeming to care. In the show, I get that they're teenage boys and are trying to be relaxed in Hollywood, but time after time, I'm annoyed of seeing them being late for something Gustavo had set up for them and not seeming to care about how it affects them or others around them.

I hope you guys liked it, and don't worry; there'll be a happy ending.

Cheers,

-Riles