(Author's Note: I DO NOT own Big Time Rush, the band or the show, but that would be awesome if I did. But sadly, I don't. Now don't give me any crap.)

Chapter 1: The Dance

Riley's POV:

"Riley, I'm not comfortable with you modeling!"

I stomp my foot. "Why won't you let me do anything?"

"It's not that I won't let you do anything," James says. "It's that I don't wanting you strutting around half-naked!"

"I wouldn't be half-naked, James!" I argue. "Stop being so protective!"

"I'm the older brother, I have to be protective."

"Yeah, but you also have to push me to do new things, like modeling!"

"Fine. Do what you want," James says, throwing up his hands in defeat. "Don't expect me to help you with it."

I throw myself at him and into a hug. "No, James! I'm sorry! Please don't be mad at me," I beg him. I fake tears. He falls for this every time.

James stares down at my face, hesitating. He hugs me back. "I can't stay mad at you forever, Rye Bread."

I smile at him. "Thanks, bro. Oh, and I already took the job without your permission." I wiggle away from him and run out the door giggling and shut.

"Riley!" James yells.

I run down the hall and into the elevator. I press the first floor button as soon as James runs out of the room. I'm slamming on the buttons, willing the door to close, but James squeezes through them just as they are closing.

"Fine. You caught me. What now?" I ask.

"I… don't know. I honestly didn't even think I'd get in the elevator. I'll just settle for this." He picks me up by my waist and hoists me over his shoulder just as the elevator door opens.

"James, please no, boys are going to stare at my butt!"

"Then let this be your punishment," He laughs.

"James with girl over his shoulder…" I hear a guy's voice say.

"Are we supposed to pretend this is normal?" Another one says.

"Yeah, Kendall. Me with a girl over my shoulder," James says. "And this is normal, Logan. Guys, this is my sister, Riley."

I stick up my hand in greeting. "Hey." Jeez, James, I know them already, and they know me. Haven't we been through this conversation before? I think to myself.

"Hi?" 'Kendall' says.

"She's preeeetty," The other one, Carlos, says.

"It runs in the family," James says.

"Shut up, James," I say.

"Hey, I basically complimented you."

"Thanks. Now put me down! I find it awkward that these boys have to stare at my butt."

"No, it's works fine for me," Carlos says.

"AW, CARLOS! GROSS!" I yell.

"What? I'm a guy and you're a girl," He says. "I'm naturally attracted to you."

"You mean my butt?"

Carlos blushes. "No, that's not it!"

James finally puts me down and I immediately punch him on the arm. "That was embarrassing, James!"

He rubs his arm, but I knew it didn't hurt him that bad. "Well, that is a type of brother-sister punishment."

I cross my arms and frown at him. I turn to the other boys. "So. I hear James has got himself a crush. Who is it?"

"Arianne King," Kendall says.

"Yeah?" A girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes says.

"Hey, look!" Carlos says. "There she is!"

"Oh, hi!" I wave to her and walk over. "I'm Riley Diamond, James' sister."

"I can almost tell," She says. "You two look a lot alike, besides the hair."

I look at my hair. "Yeah, I get it from my—our—dad."

Arianne laughs.

A girl that looks exactly like Arianne walks in.

"Woah. Do I need glasses or something? 'Cause I'm seeing double," I say.

They both laugh. "I'm Jennifer. Arianne is my twin."

"Couldn't you just say that you're Arianne's twin?" I ask.

Arianne shakes her head and Jennifer says, "No. I always come first."

"Okay."

James does his infamous 'I have a crush on someone' smile when he sees Arianne and I smirk at him. He sees me smirking at him and he scowls, which just causes me to laugh.

He turns to Arianne. "Hey, Ari. The Valentine's Day dance is coming up. You wanna go with me?

Arianne shrugs. "Sure."

"That's perfect!" Jennifer says. "We all have dates. "I, of course, have a date. James is going with Arianne, Carlos is going with Stephanie, and Logan is going with Camille."

"What about Riley?" Logan says. "Do you have a date?"

I wave my hand. "Pssh, yes! Who do you think I am, Logan?"

Logan holds up his hands. "Alrighty then."

"Well, we should probably head back up," I say. "Right James?" I add with gritted teeth.

"Yeah, sure," James agrees, and walks over to the elevator. I follow.

We enter our apartment. As soon as he shuts the door, James asks, "You don't have a date, do you?"

"Yes, I do," I lie.

He tilts his head a bit and continues to stare at me. "Really? Who?"

I hesitate. "Ok, fine, I don't have a date!"

"Why'd you lie?" James asks with a smirk.

"I didn't want to look like I couldn't get a guy in front of Logan," I say quietly. "Because I kinda like him."

It's the night of the dance, and I'm sitting in a corner of Rocque Records, dateless and miserable. James walks over to me, since Arianne was getting punch. "Still no one, huh?"

I shake my head sadly.

He puts a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry, sis."

I see Arianne waiting by the punch table. "Go dance with Arianne," I say. "Don't let me ruin your fun by being all sad."

"Oh, Riley—"

"James, go."

"Fine." He walks over to Arianne and they dance to a slow song.

I sigh sadly and put my hands in my hands. "What happened to your 'date'?" I hear someone say.

I jump and look up to see Logan. "Don't sneak up on me like that. And he… had to leave early."

"Never had a date, did you?"

I nod. "How did you know?"

"You never came in with anyone, never danced with anyone, and never did anything with anyone," Logan says simply

"So, in other words, you were stalking me?" I ask with a smirk.

Logan puts his hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. "I would never do that! I simply watched you from afar."

"So you stalked me?"

"No!"

There was an awkward moment of silence, but another slow song comes on. Logan holds out his hand to me. "Do you want to dance?"

"But this is a slow song. And I thought you came here with Camille?" I ask.

"Yeah, and she actually left early. So do you want to dance?"

"Yes, I do." I grab his hand and he helps me up. He leads me to the dance floor. I put my hands on his shoulders and he put his on my waist.

"You look very pretty, Riley," He says.

(I don't feel like explaining her outfit, so here it is: .com/cgi/set?id=35564869 )

I blush. "Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself."

We chat back and forth until the song ends, and then we go get punch. We fill our cups. Someone calls out to Logan and he turns around. I smirk and spit in his drink. When he turns back around and sees my smirk, he asks, "What did you do?"

"Noooo-thin'."

He shrugs and takes a drink. I almost bust out laughing on the spot when his lips pucker up like he just tasted something sour. "My drink tastes… minty."

My eyes widen. Did I forget to take out my favorite spearmint gum? Whoops. "Heh, that's ironic." I spit my gum out on the floor, but it lands on someone's shoe instead. "Ehhhhh…" I nervously half-laugh.

Logan narrows his eyes at me. "Did you spit in my drink?"

"No…" I look to the side.

He throws his cup in the trash.

I offer him my cup. "Here, you can have some of mine."

"Nah, it's alright. You drink it."

I shrug and take a drink.

"Okay, that looks good, give me some." He takes the cup from me and drinks it.

"Hey, that's kind of… sort of… my drink," I say with a laugh. "I was offering to be polite. I didn't expect you to take it."

He smiles. "Oh well. It's has my germs on it now, so I guess it's our drink."

I laugh. "Sure, whatever." I yawn. "I'm tired. When does the dance end?"

"10:00. It's 9:42, do you want me to walk you home?" Logan asks.

"No thanks. I can just pull James and make him," I say. I smile. "See you around."

Logan nods. "'Bye."

I walk away and to James, dancing with Arianne. "Ja-ames!" I yell over the music. "I want to go home! Please?"

James sighs. "Fine." He turns to Ari. "Sorry, Ari. I gotta take Princess home."

I put my hands on my hips. "Princess?" I asks. "Oh, please."

Ari smiles. "S'ok. Go ahead. I'll see you at the Palmwoods."

James nods and walks me out the door. He links his arm through mine. (not in a romantic way.)

"James, what are you doing?" I ask him.

"Making sure you don't get lost by using the buddy system," He replies.

I roll my eyes.

"So. I saw you with Logan by the punch table. Anything strike up?"

"No," I say. "It was just like two friends getting punch together."

"Same thing with the slow dancing?" James smirks at me. "What's going on between you two?"

"I don't know… it's complicated," I say.

"It can't be that complicated, there's obviously something going on."

"No, James. There's not," I insist.

"Whatever."

When we get into our apartment, I change into a white tank top and some pink, blue, and yellow flannel pajama pants and pass out on my bed. I fall asleep almost instantly.