Kendall Knight groaned and rolled over in his bed and in the process, kicked his blankets off. He blinked a few times to get adjusted to the sun light streaming in from the window. Kendall yawned, sat up and stretched his arms out. He swung his legs over the edge of his bed and looked over at his roommate, Logan Mitchell who was silently sleeping like people do in movies; On his side, with his hands under his head and a small smile on his face. Kendall chuckled to himself and stood up. He quietly walked out of his room and into the living room and kitchen. He found his mom making her infamous pancakes in the kitchen, his sister, Katie watching some investigation show on FOX and his best friend and band mate, James Diamond, sitting at the table, flipping through a celebrity magazine and drinking a bottle of water.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." James joked as Kendall sat down next to him.

"Shut up." Kendall mumbled, then laughed at James' remark.

Kendall looked at James. It amazed him how it was only 7:30 and James was already ready to start the day. His hair was still slightly wet from a shower but it still looked like it always did. He was wearing his new long sleeve white t-shirt and his black vest with his dark blue skinny jeans and black Converse. Kendall then thought about how he looked. He knew his hair was probably sticking out in all directions and that his eyes still looked tired. Kendall looked down to see his bare chest and a pair of sweatpants. Kendall suddenly felt embarrassed.

Kendall's thoughts were wiped away when his mom set down a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him and a glass of orange juice. Kendall picked up his fork and started to stuff down his favorite breakfast.

"Kendall, could you wake up Logan and Carlos?" His mom asked, setting out plates for everyone else.

Kendall pushed his chair back and made his way towards Carlos' room. He knocked on the door a few times.

"CARLOS GET UP!" Kendall screamed.

A few seconds later, Kendall heard footsteps and stepped away from the door. It opened, revealing Carlos already up and dressed. Kendall chuckled and made his way towards his room. He swung open the door letting it crash into the wall. Logan stirred in his sleep and Kendall heard a soft moan escape his lips.

Logan was currently in his fantasy dream. And he would do anything to keep it playing. Over and over again.

"Kendall..." He moaned, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck.

"Mmm." Kendall responded, running his hands down Logan's back.

The two leaned in for a kiss when the bed rocked and Kendall fell on top of Logan.

"Logan..." Kendall whispered in his sexiest voice. "Logan... Logan."

"LOGAN!" Kendall screamed.

Logan's eyes shot open to see Kendall staring down at him. Logan's eyes traveled down to see Kendall on his hands and knees towering over him. Kendall smirked and climbed down. Logan felt his the bulge in his pants throb.

"It's time to wake up."

"I'll be right there."

Kendall nodded and walked out of Logan's room. Logan sighed and quickly climbed out of bed.

Kendall took his seat again but noticed Carlos wasn't there and his plate was untouched.

"Where's Carlos?"

"He said he was going out before going to Rocque Records." Mrs. Knight explained, taking his untouched plate for herself.

Kendall nodded once and went back to eating his slightly cold bacon and pancakes. He heard the door open behind him and Logan took a seat across from him. He didn't even glance at his friends as he stared down at his plate before taking a bite. Kendall noticed this and glanced over at James. But James was too interested in the Megan Fox article in the magazine.

Kendall tried to ignore it, but something was going on. With Logan and Carlos. He knew that Carlos always ate breakfast and ate a lot of it too. He loved Mrs. Knight's pancakes more than anything, besides the dinosaur shaped chicken. And then Logan, who never was talkative, always said something in the morning. He didn't think too much about Logan's because it wasn't something big to worry about, but Carlos worried him more. Kendall wondered if he had been eating anything lately or maybe he was up earlier and ate something before. And then James stuck out in his mind. Just 10 minutes ago, James was smiling and now he had a concerned and upset look on his face.

Kendall shook away the thoughts and took a sip of his orange juice before standing up and walking his plate into the sink. Kendall walked back towards his room and into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and climbed in.

Logan took his last few bites of his pancakes and pushed his plate away. He stared off into space for a while, just thinking. Thinking about his dream he had last night and the one Kendall had woken him from.

It had been happening a lot lately. Logan would have similar dreams, all based on the same thing; Him and Kendall.

A few months ago, Logan had started to question his sexuality. After he accidentally saw Kendall naked after he came out of the shower. Logan had always known he'd been attracted to Kendall as more than friend, but that made him really realize what he was. Gay. Logan knew he shouldn't be in love with his best friend, but he couldn't help it. He was tall and muscular with warm, sea green eyes and shaggy, dirty, blond hair. He was athletic, doing things from swimming to of course, hockey. But his voice was what Logan loved the most. It was deep and like velvet.

"Logan?" James asked, interrupting Logan's thoughts.

"Sorry." Logan muttered, standing up and putting his plate in the sink.

None of his friends knew he was gay, and he'd rather keep it that way, no matter how much he loved Kendall. He knew that Carlos would probably think it was a joke and that James couldn't keep a secret. He'd tell Camille, the girl at the Palm Woods that was obsessed with Logan, Gustavo and Kelly and the paparazzi. It'd ruin Logan's career. But it's not like he wanted to be here in Hollywood. He only wanted to be a doctor.

Logan walked into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. He could hear the shower running and assumed Kendall was in there, mainly because he could hear Kendall singing his favorite song: Carry This Picture by Dashboard Confessional. Logan sighed and fell back onto his bed.

Carlos Garcia made his way over to Hawk Records. He knew it was wrong, but he didn't care. Hawk was helping him to go solo. Everyone thought Carlos wasn't that great of a singer, especially Gustavo, so he just put him in the back, but Hawk loved Carlos' voice. He'd stay with Big Time Rush for a while, but when they broke up, he'd be ready to go solo while the other guys didn't know what the hell to do. He knew he was betraying his friends, but Hawk was actually letting him do what he wanted with his music, unlike Gustavo. When James stepped into Hawk's office he was greeting with a smile.

"Good morning!" Hawk laughed. "How much time do you have today?"

Carlos looked at his watch. 8:00. He needed to be at Rocque Records by 8:45.

"Like 40 minutes." Carlos said, putting his hand back down by his side.

"Perfect. And you'll be back later?"

"Yep. Got it all planned out. I'll tell Gustavo I'm sick. He'll let me out and I'll come. Then leave a few minutes before the other guys get out."

"Great. Now get in there and record me a masterpiece."

Carlos smiled and nodded. He walked in the recording studio, picked up his headphones and ran over the song lyrics in his mind.

James Diamond sat at the kitchen table in apartment 2J. He was staring down at his celebrity magazine, pretending to be absorbed by it. But he really wasn't. He had been staring off into space for most of the time being. He hadn't even touched his food. James felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around to see Mrs. Knight standing over him.

"James, Honey, are you feeling okay?" She asked, pressing her hand against his forehead.

James shrugged.

"You're feeling pretty warm. Why don't you go lay down, I'll call Kelly."

James stood up and trudged into his room. He fell down onto his bed. He knew he wasn't sick. He was depressed. James had absolutely no idea why he was depressed, but he was. He had been getting quieter and quieter each day. He still tried to talk around his friends, he didn't want them getting suspicious. But sometimes James just couldn't help his feelings.

James felt a pull at his heart and he could feel the tears forming in his eyes. He took in a breath and started to sob silently. He buried his head in his pillow and let it all out.