Hola BTR lovers! It's Megs here. So, i finally decided to post a Big Time Rush story. Yay Me! Sorry - London Tipton moment. Focus, Meg. ANYWHO, I was kind of thinking about this one day last week, as I have become obsessed with BTR fanfics in the last couple months. I thought that this would make a great Kendall/OC story, but with all the OC Contests and OC Stories out there, and seeing how cliche most of them are, I decided not to bore you fine readers with another one. Don't get me wrong - some are really good with original plots and everything. I'm reading like 5 OC stories. One (and only one) of them is probably one of those cliche "So-and-so moves to Hollywood. While living at the Palm Woods, she falls in love with a certain BTR boy. " sort of things. But it's good and i like it :) Anyways, that isn't the point.

So, my favorite couple on the show is Kendall and Jo. They're so cute together, and half of my favorite stories on here are KendallxJo ones. Or KendallxOC's, but again, not the point. I'm somewhat basing Jo off of my life for the first chapter, but I'm gonna relate her character more to the show as this continues. I really hope you enjoy this, and please leave some review with all the constructive criticism you can think of. Thanks; enjoy!

Ooh! Also, I noticed some authors like to advertise their current favorites in the beginning author's note thing, or whatever you wanna call this. So, these are the ones I'm currently obsessed with:

"September" - Miss Fenway
(check out all of her stories - their mostly Logan-Angst, with lots of bromance and emotion. Seriously, keep a box of Kleenex near you when you read them)
"Coffee Break" - tawniee
"Bittersweet" - surfergal23
"My Best Friend's A Vampire" - Fish Stick Friday

And, yeah, I think that's it. Now, you may read my story :D

Disclaimer: Most (if not, all) of the characters mentioned in this story belong to Scott Fellows and Nickelodeon. I do not own any of the songs I mention. Nor do I own the title - those rights belong to ABC Family, and their Campus Crush Weekend marathon type things. However, I do own NJU, as there is no such school called New Jersey University. Unless I missed that when I did my college research this year...

Okay, let's be honest, here. Everyone has that one fantasy about meeting their favorite actor or singer, and having that love-at-first-sight thing happen to them, right? Then, they would fall in love with one another, the non-celebrity would maybe start their own acting or singing career with their significant other, they'd get married, and live happily ever after in the heart of Hollywood.

Every girl has that fantasy right? I know I've had it with Ashton Kutcher in the That 70's Show/pre-Demi Moore days. Could ya blame me? He was hot. Hell, even to this day, like five years after That 70's Show ended and some amount of years of his and Demi's happy marriage, I fantasize about him meeting me, then divorcing Demi, and the two of us would live happily ever after. No singing or acting career. That was my roommate's dream, but that's not important right now.

Like that would happen, though. Yeah, it's fun to dream about, but, come on, honestly! That's one of my biggest pet peeves, when super fans of celebrities, like Justin Bieber or Robert Pattinson, think that they will meet their celebrity crush and marry them. Not just think; they know that that will happen.

My roommate loved the performing arts. Singing, dancing, acting, performing... you name it, she did it. As for me, I loved working with kids. I don't know how, but ever since I was ten or eleven years old, I loved just hanging out with younger kids, or helping some of my younger friends out with whatever problem they were currently having.

In high school, I participated in all the mentoring and teaching programs: Peer Leadership, Character Education, 3D (The Day for the Developmentally Disabled), the Cross-Age teaching program, along with the usual dance and yearbook committees. I babysat every other weekend for my neighbors, spent like, three summers as a camp counselor back in my hometown in rural North Carolina… I even had to babysit my English teacher's three year old son one day for Bring Your Child To Work day. How cool was that? Lame, I know, but it was pretty cool when you think about it. I was able to skip my classes for the day to chaperone the cutest little boy, and take him to the art room to paint, the gym to play basketball, and all that other fun stuff the school had set up for kids.

But, of course, at eighteen, I was still trying to figure myself out. I knew I wanted more, but didn't know what exactly. This was when Kendall Knight came into the picture. Yup, thee Kendall Knight of Big Time Rush.

Little did I know how those little Ashton Kutcher fangirl fantasies would play out.

Baby, you're a firework
C'mon let your colors burst
Make them go 'oh, oh, oh'
As you shoot across-

I slammed the Snooze button on my iHome alarm clock for the umpteenth time that morning, groaning as I did so. I could hear my roommate rummaging through her belongings as she got ready for class, or play rehearsals, or whatever the fuck she was going to do that day. I slammed my pillow over my head, trying to block out the access noise. Why couldn't I just go back to sleep?

"C'mon you, up and at 'em," my roommate and best friend Camille said cheerfully, ripping my comforter off of me and pulling it all the way down to the foot of my bed. She's majoring in musical theater at the same school as me. Obviously. She was born and raised in Connecticut, and came down to New Jersey University's Atlantic County campus (the other campus was up near Wayne or Newark... one of those cities, I couldn't remember which). Why? Her obsession with Jersey Shore, that's why. No, I'm serious.

I loved Camille to death, I really did. We had grown so close in the last six or so months we had known each other – almost like sisters. Awww. But, like me and my younger sisters, there were also times where I couldn't stand her. Like right now, when the bitch decided to rip the covers off of me.

I groaned again. "Sleepy," I uttered, removing my head from under the pillow, resting it on the soft surface.

"Come on, it's 9:15, your class starts at 10, and it's a twenty minute walk to the building. So get your little ass out of bed," Camille responded.

My eyes shot wide open. "9:15?" I asked. She nodded with a smirk on her face. "Shit," I muttered and scrambled out of my bed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I continued to say under my breath. I grabbed my shower caddie, a towel, and a clean pair of jeans before rushing toward our floor's bathroom.

As you probably guessed, I am a freshman at NJU. We were not too far away from Atlantic City where we were, making this a big party school. I wasn't much of a partier, but I didn't mind all that much. What I did mind was when Camille would go to one with a few of her theater friends, get wasted, and call me to drag her back to the room. That happened nearly fifty times since the school year started. And it was February now!

I took a quick five minute shower (a new personal record) and tied my long blonde hair into a messy bun before running back to mine and Camille's dorm, wearing only a pair of dark skinny jeans and a bra. Just what every girl wears out everyday, right? A few people stared, but I didn't care. This was typical for me when I had a morning class.

Camille was still in the room when I came back, packing her school bag with random notebooks, her script, and a Rubix cube. Don't ask, I don't know. "Wow, a new record," she commented. Ha, told ya!

"Shut up," I smirked and made my way over to our closet. I grabbed a black camisole and a gray and navy blue striped sweater, pulling each over my head. I put on my pair of Uggs and rushed to my bed. "Time," I called.

"9:24," Camille replied a second later. Huh, maybe I wouldn't be too late after all. Yay!

"Yes," I heard myself sigh and went to my desk. I went to the small coffee maker my parents had gotten specifically for these kinds of mornings, put in one of those K-Cup things, and shoved a To Go cup underneath it before stuffing my school bag with what I needed.

Anyone who knew me knew that I couldn't go a day without coffee.

Camille simply laughed. "You realize you're wasting your time making that coffee, right?" she asked me.

I looked up at her. "Do you know me?" I asked back. She smirked and zipped her bag. "And didn't you just say that I was setting a new record?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "You never know," she answered, coming up to me and giving me a hug. "I'll met you at the diner in a couple hours, right after rehearsal is finished," she told me.

I worked as a waitress at a local diner. It wasn't too far, just a couple miles off campus. It wasn't so bad – the customers were nice, the other waiters and waitresses were always helpful, the pay was descent, and the food was to die for. I worked mostly afternoons and weekends. I rarely worked weeknights, because that was my time for homework, papers, research, and all the other glorious stuff that comes with college life. "Sounds good," I said, releasing myself from Camille's grip. "Text me!" I called after her as she left.

"'Kay!" I heard her call back from the door way. I smiled, grabbed my coffee, putting some Splenda and creamer in it. I applied some foundation and eyeliner on my face as quickly and neatly as I could, put on my black winter jacket, grabbed my cell phone and iPod, and went out the door just after 9:30.

Though it was February, it was a sunny day, with a couple inches of snow on the ground from the last snow storm, and a light, cold breeze blowing through the air. Something I wasn't too pleasant about with wet hair. Another reason why I loved my coffee so much.

I walked down the cobble-stone pathway to my first and only class of the day. It was an English class, which I was kind of happy about. It was one of my easiest classes I had to take. I didn't know why I had to take English when I wanted to teach little kids, but whatever, it was school policy. Couldn't argue with that. I could, but I wouldn't win. I was never good at standing up for myself. In fact, I was the reason our team lost when we had debate or mock trial projects in History and Sociology. Anyways…

I walked past the cafeteria/student recreation center. Outside, a couple of guys were tossing a Frisbee back and forth, and many other students were coming in and out for breakfast. I would have too, but I woke up late, and wouldn't have time to eat a bagel or anything. Like Camille said, my class was on the other end of campus, and it would take me about twenty minutes to get there, minimum.

I snatched my iPod out of my bag and put it on Shuffle, shoving the earbuds in my ears. I put it in my jeans pocket, and continued making my way to class. As I walked, I noticed a large poster plastered on the building next to the cafeteria.

It was an advertisement for a concert that would take place tomorrow night, and the night after. The logo for Big Time Rush was in the center with four guys standing behind it. They were a pretty popular band, and were presented as the next Jonas Brothers. I had to admit, they did make great music. I had a couple of their songs on my iPod, but I wasn't a really big fan.

Now, what I wanted to know was why they were playing at a college. And better yet, a college in South Jersey. We were no where near any major cities. Okay, Atlantic City, but there weren't any concert venues or malls or TV studios or anything you would expect a band to perform at anywhere around here. There were maybe a few at AC, but you had to be over twenty-one to go in them. And their general fan base consisted of teens and preteens. I think.

However, guess who had a major crush on one of the guys? Yup, you guessed it. Camille. Actually, she liked all of the guys. But her favorite was probably Logan, the only tenor of the boy band. She mostly talked about him, and even bought one of those teen-gossip magazines with twenty-some celebrities on the cover just to get a poster of him for her side of the dorm. But that was Camille for you. She even got us tickets to see them perform both nights. Oh, joy.

I continued walking down the walkway, sipping at my coffee and listening to whatever song was playing on my iPod. Currently, it was one of Bruno Mars' songs. I was obsessed with his album. Why couldn't he come perform here? If Big Time Rush was playing at the theater, Bruno Mars should come down here and perform too, right? It only made sense.

At that time, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I snatched it out of my pocket, seeing a text from one of my friends in North Carolina. I smiled, seeing as how I hadn't talked to her in weeks. Months, even. My fingers glided across the keypad as I typed my message to her. And just like anyone, I didn't pay much attention to what was happening around me. So it was only natural for me to run into someone while texting, right? Right.

That's exactly what happened. Being the natural klutz I am, I walked right into someone. A guy, I noticed. Some coffee splashed out of my To Go cup and oh so coincidentally landed on his shirt and jacket.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I apologized quickly, taking the earbuds out of my ears.

I heard the guy chuckle. "It's okay," he tried to reassure me.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry," I repeated, surveying the damage. Sure enough, there were light brown stains on his black jacket and white t-shirt. Wonderful. "Oh God, it's all on your shirt and-"

"It's okay!" the guy repeated with another laugh.

At this point, I realized I never met the guy's face, mostly out of embarrassment. So I looked up, and was mesmerized by what I saw.

It had to have been one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever seen. Corny, much? Yeah, I think so. But seriously though, it was. He looked familiar, too, but I couldn't quite put my finger on where I'd seen him before. Maybe he was in one of my classes and I just never paid any attention to him or something. He was tall, but not too tall. He was probably stood around 5'10". His dirty blonde hair was in its usual shaggy cut, hidden under a dark gray beanie. His bangs were still visible, though, stopping over a pair of dark, thick eyebrows. His eyes were large and soulful, with a nice green tint to them.

"I'm so sorry," I repeated again.

A smirk appeared on his thin lips. "You know, one of my biggest pet peeves is when people use 'sorry' more than they should," he replied. Well, then.

I let out a nervous chuckle and examined the stain again. "Okay," I said, not knowing what else to say. "I can't believe I did that to you. I'm so-" I cut myself off when I looked back up to his face, seeing one of those thick eyebrows raised, his green eyes locked with my dark brown ones. "Right," I chuckled nervously.

"It's okay, really," he said, extending his hand out for me to shake. "Kendall Knight," he introduced.

Then, it clicked in my head as to where I'd seen him before. Big Time Rush. "H-hi," I stuttered, smiling a little as I met my free hand with his. It was big compared to my own, and felt warm, despite the cold weather. I felt my stomach do flips as we made contact with each other. "Jo Taylor," I introduced myself.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Taylor," he replied as our hands separated. I was sad. Couldn't we continue shaking hands?

"Likewise, Mr. Knight," I said with what I hoped was a flirty smile.

I heard a loud chime from the campus clock. It wasn't too far away, maybe a good ten or twenty yards away from where Kendall and I stood. I looked over, seeing it was now ten o'clock. Oh, crap.

"Shit, I'm late" I muttered, adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

I looked back up at Kendall for a brief second. "Leaving so soon?" he asked with a somewhat cocky, playful smile.

I tried to think of a witty comeback because, well, that's who I was. A naturally witty and sarcastic person. But my brain wouldn't cooperate with my mouth properly. "U-unfortunately," I said with a slight stutter. Damn him for making me like this. I started to walk away as the clock chimed again, turning around to face Kendall again. "I'll see you around, maybe?" I questioned, then mentally kicked myself. It was Kendall Knight! Why in his right mind would he want to run into little old me again? Especially with his crazy schedule.

"See you around," Kendall said, smiling. Not one of those fake, polite ones, but a real, genuine smile.

I smiled back, biting my lip. "Bye," I muttered before turning around and rushing to class.

Not bad, I hope? :)

Again, I really hope you guys enjoyed this. And please review back? I promise that this will be a better story than it seems.

PEACE!
-Megs