Hey everyone. So I started this a hell of a long time ago and it's taken me almost eight months to finish (because I procrastinate a lot). But I finally finished it and I'll be regularly updating chapters (hopefully).

Also no worries about We Stick Together, Always. I will be finishing it I just gotta get over my writers block for the story but anyway this is it.

P.S. A big shout out to my two best friends MacBec3 and TheFonzGhandi19. Without you guys I would have never come close to getting this finished so thank you my loves : )

Chapter 1

The beach was the only place that kept me calm. So it was only logical for me to end up there after learning that my grandma died. She had just yesterday and my dad could tell I was loosing it. So his solution was for us to stay at our beach house for a week. I'd skip school and just relax. My little brother didn't come because he wasn't quite old enough to understand what was going on.

Once we arrived at our small blue beach house, I could immediately feel all my muscles loosening. It was almost like as soon as the fresh beach air came in contact with my skin; my body knew it could finally slow down. I sighed in content, breathing in the salty, refreshing beach air. Even in mid-December the beach was still my favorite place in the world. If I was lucky it'd rain and storm. I loved the smell of wet sand and being able to surf in the pouring rain. I finally turned to my dad and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks for taking me here dad," I murmured into his chest.

"You're welcome, now remember I still have to go to work all week so I'll only be here at night," my dad explained.

"Got it!" I said with a nod.

"No wild parties okay?" he teased looking down at me with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and replied with, "I'll try." He laughed at me and went to unpack. I sighed again, running my hand through my golden blonde locks.

I went out on the porch; looking at the waves and the dark clouds above. I could definitely relax here. My grandma's death was long forth coming. She had cancer for months before it finally ate away at her and took her from me. My grandma was everything to me, even if I hardly saw her. She lived in Arkansas but we sent letters and called. I told her everything. She's the only one who knew me better than myself. Not even my two best friends knew me as well as my grandma. Now my secret keeper was gone and I felt more alone than ever.

"Kendall, you're so freaking dead!" A voice yelled suddenly, breaking my depressing thoughts. I quickly wiped away a tear that had managed to escape and turned to the sound of laughing and running. At the house next to mine a tall blonde boy ran and jumped over the wall separating the porch from the beach. He began running as soon as he landed.

I furrowed my eyebrows as another slightly taller boy, with chestnut hair that hung over his forehead ran and copied the blonde's movements. It was funny watching the blonde get tackled to the sand with the brunette pinning him down.

Laughing tore my attention back to the other house where two boys were doubled over, holding their sides because they were laughing so hard. That's when I had to look closer at these boys. Holy shit... I knew these guys, their… The distinct sound of spitting stopped my thoughts.

I couldn't stop a small smile as I saw the blonde push off the other boy and wipe furiously at his forehead.

"James, that's so nasty!" the blonde exclaimed with a pout. The other boy, James, just laughed.

I knew perfectly well who these boys were. Big Time Rush. The first real good boy band since N'Sync and The Backstreet Boys.

"That's what you get for pouring water on me Kendall Francis." James defended with a chuckle. Kendall turned a deadly glare on his friend which only made James laugh harder.

"Maybe we should run Carlos; we might meet the wrath of Francis." The boy known as Logan said to his small Latino friend. The Latino cracked up and used Logan's shoulder as support while laughing.

"Yeah, yeah laugh it up boys. I know exactly where you sleep," Kendall said with a smug smile. That seemed to sober up the boys pretty fast.

I gave a silent chuckle, wondering why I wasn't freaking out that Big Time Rush was standing right there. "Mel, can you run to the store, I'll give you my card," I heard my dad yell, getting the attention of not only me but, the guys.

I smiled at the strange warmth that embraced me when I met James' hazel eyes before walking into the house. I couldn't help but think this week wouldn't be completely depressing.

After a short trip to the store I pulled my dads car back into the garage before rounding to the trunk. I groaned before heaving more groceries than I could handle. Right as they were about to fall, and make my life hell, two hands shot out and grabbed them, taking the weight as if it were nothing.

I looked up to my helper and butterflies immediately attacked the inside of my stomach. My blue eyes took in the perfect figure of James Maslow from Big Time Rush. Was it possible for a human to look so perfect? He was beyond tan and was built like a Greek God. But what made my knees weak were his gorgeous hazel eyes and if you looked closely you could see gold specks deep in those irises.

"Need a little help?" James questioned with a laugh.

"Uhhh yeah. Thanks." I replied, trying to fight a blush.

"Anytime. Do you live here?"

"No. My grandpa owns it and my dad and I are just here for the week," I explained leading James inside the house. My dad was nowhere in sight so I assumed he went for a walk. James and I continued to talk as he helped me bring in all the groceries.

"So what is Big Time Rush doing in Newport Beach?" I questioned.

"You know who we are?" James said looking genuinely surprised.

"Uhh yeah. You kind of have a TV show, a lot of people know who you are." I scoffed while slamming the trunk of my dad's car shut.

"I guess that's true. I'm just getting used to strangers knowing me. I never did catch your name."

"It's Melody." I introduced myself. James grinned and I had to say if he kept doing that I'd have a heart attack from sensory overload.

He put out his hand, "Well it's nice to meet you Melody." I smiled and shook it.

"It's nice to meet you too James," I replied. Our handshake probably lasted longer than it should have but it also wasn't supposed to feel like every nerve ending in my hand was sparking and being consumed by the most comforting warmth I had ever felt. Finally I let go of his hand, albeit reluctantly.

"We should hang out sometime while you are here," James suggested causing my heart to soar.

"I'd like that. I'll see you around James."

"Right back at you Melody," he replied. I gave him another smile before I went inside. I can tell you, I haven't been this content in a long while. I could definitely get use to this.