Yes...yet another JamesXOC fanfiction.
I'm sorry I'm so hopeless you guys! AGHH!
Okay, so this is sort of a surprise thingy for my new BFF on Tumblr...Becky! or as she's known on here, SupaaaBeckyFudgeee.
Authors Note-So the signing here in the story is a signing by the boys while their on tour during the concert. So it's still in show, not out of show. So James Maslow is still James Diamond, okay? This is just to prevent confusion.
So there I was at my first Big Time Rush autograph signing. It was almost noon and I'd been in line since 7am. Of course that's when I arrived in Orlando from my squatty little nowhere town after god only knows how many hours of driving. Seeing Big Time Rush live in person and up close was worthy of six weeks of driving if I had to.
Anyway, so there I was standing in line with my best friend Jesse, when this group of tiny little rodents win make up pushed us aside and cut in front of us. I looked and Jesse and she looked at me. There was no way I was going to settle for this bullshit. I was third in line, and to hell if I was going to be cut by some rodents!
Jesse grabbed one by the back of her hair and pulled her behind us, "You'll wait your turn."
The little rodent hissed at us like a cat. How very mature. Her friends moved behind us as well and stared bullets into the backs of our heads.
"Big Times Rush will now begin the signing!" a man announced from behind the table where the boys had taken a seat. Damn those little rodents for making me miss them as they came out.
The security ushered us forward four at a time. That meant I was in the first line of fans. I pushed Jesse in front of me so that I was last. My nerves were getting the best of me and my palms were beginning to sweat.
The guys were lined up starting with Logan, the closest to me, he would be the first one I met; then Carlos, Kendall and finally James. James was the one I was aching to meet. He looked so perfect today, he looks perfect everyday. I couldn't help but stare.
He had to of felt me staring because he would look over at me periodically as the line moved forward.
"Do you have something for me to sign?" Logan asked with a huge smile. He was to cute.
I snapped out of my little eye game with James and scrambled to find my CD booklet. It was then that I realized that in my rush to get in line, I forgot it in the car with my backpack and purse.
"Uh, heh. See, I was in a rush to get here, and I left my booklet in the car," I nervously pinched my arm smiling like a dork.
Logan smiled again and nodded, "Things happen."
I really wanted their signatures, I had to have them. Something hit me, and ingenious thought wailed me in the side of the head; my jacket. My jacket could be signed upon! I did it all the time in high school! On the last day I'd wear an old or white t-shirt and have all my friends sign them with creative messages! Genius!
I pulled off my jacket, which was white, and set it on the table, "Sign my jacket, it's better than a piece of paper!"
Logan laughed and signed my sleeve just in time for me to move down the row.
Carlos signed my hood and drew a smiley face, I hardly noticed what he did because I was caught up in another eye game with James. He'd look up from signing and stare. Then I'd look back at him and he pull his eyes away and pretend to look at another object.
Line shift!
Kendall shook my hand and signed my other sleeve, "This is unique."
"Spur of the moment thing, Y'know?"
"You're shirt is really nice, it's my favorite color," Kendall said pointing at my t-shirt.
The t-shirt was a John Deer green with St. Patrick's Day written in white cursive across the top. It was one of my favorites because it was super slimming and made my chest look awesome. I wore it for a reason today! Ha! Just kidding…or am I?
Finally the moment I've been anticipating, dreading, hoping for, and loathing, came. The line shifted and I was face to face with James Diamond. I stood there looking like an idiot holding a white coat for the longest ten seconds of my life.
James reached over the table and grabbed my jacket, "What's you're name?"
"I-I uh, uh, I don't remember, uh….Becky! My name is Becky."
He smiled at me. I felt my insides go to mush and my brain turn into a slushie.
"Is this spelled right?" James asked pointing to my name on the jacket.
It was so tiny that I could barely see, so I had to lean in to read it properly. I could smell James' scent from the few inches I was from him. It was amazing. He smelled like Tide laundry soap and the blue Axe body wash that my friend back at school uses all the time.
"My number is on the inside of the jacket, call me," James whispered just before I backed up to leave. Security was moving us along again and I began walking away in a trance. Looking back I could seem him smile and make the 'call me' sign with his hand. Jesse had to walk me to the car, I couldn't see or think straight. If I wasn't mistaken, James Diamond just gave me his number.
AHHH! I'm sorry Becky if this is way out of character for you! But I love your name and I love you so I had to use you! (Hope it's okay? :3) Also, I dunno if you have a friend named Jesse, but you do now! . ~Iska XOXOXO
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