Author's note: Hello everyone. So, I've been gone from fanfiction for a while, with occasional updates, but I am always reading new pieces. While I was reading, I got this idea and knew I just had to write it; I'm hoping it'll do well. But I wouldn't be able to have written this without the help of some lovely people on faniction (nic98ole, Sum1cooler, After the Fame and XxxAnimaniacxxX) So if you like it, please feel free to leave a review, recommend it to your friends and check out some of the lovely authors above stories if you haven't already. Happy reading!

Note: that there are tones of Big Time Rush real-life references in this story but it is not a real people slash. If anyone is confused by anything or does not get a reference, feel free to PM me and I'll be happy to fill you in. And also, in no way do the portrayal of the real life BTR girlfriends in this story reflect how I really feel about them. Although, if you really are curious on my opinions, just ask. I love to talk BTR!

Kendall looked across the kitchen counter, making sure that all of the necessary materials were ready for what he was determined to make the best street performance ever. He figured it was only fair since he had been the reason him and his band weren't going down to the beach for some quality - yet pricey surf time. At least he was the indirect reason.

Kendall had to admit it did sting a little that his roommate James didn't want to go with him to Coachella last month but in his defense, even if he really did love his mother and thought she did a wonderful job of raising him on his own, a mother was not a suitable date to Coachella. Not that him and James were dating, but bringing a bro was better than bringing a rent. The blonde had assured his friends that they should just go on without him but they refused, saying that it wouldn't be the same without him. . .even if they were quite ticked that they missed the Tupac hologram. . .but Kendall just told them to blame James.

His roommate, James Diamond, was the epitome of the word perfect. Tall, gorgeous hazel eyes, a great shiny mane of chestnut colored hair. . .not to mention the washboard abs. While the two were great friends. . .

Kendall lacked most of those qualities.

His own blonde hair and scrawny body was no match for "The Face", as James sometimes referred to himself as. It's not as if Kendall resented the other for his looks, though. The two had been best friend's sense high school. Heck, they even went a little further then "just friends" once, but it had been a stupid drunk mistake. In Kendall's defense, they're hockey team had just won state and there was call for some celebration.

They never talked about that night, though. Mostly because Kendall wasn't ready to admit to himself that maybe, just maybe, he liked that night much more then he should have.

"Dude, you ready?" Kendall turned around to see his bass player, Dak Zevon, standing by the door while swinging his car keys back and forth in an awaiting manner.

Kendall nodded back. "Yeah, chill your shit for a moment, would ya?"

Dak laughed. "Pissy much?"

"Just want to get this over with."

"Sense when has performing ever been a chore to you?"

Kendall shrugged. "It's not. I just don't want to get stuck in traffic and miss the good crowd on 54th."

"Then you better hurry your ass up." Dak replied as he stepped out of the door way. "Don't forget your guitar."

Kendall gave him a cocky smirk. "I never forget my guitar."

Dak just shook his head with a small smile and made his way out of the apartment. Kendall turned back to yell, "James! I'm heading out!"

When the blonde heard a muffled groan coming from the other's room, he took that as a sign of acknowledgement and followed Dak out.

For a street performer, Dak really did have a good life.

Maybe it was because the brunette was dating Kendall's younger sister Katie, who worked for Seventeen Magazine, or maybe the bass player was just better at handling his money then Kendall was. Either way, it was nice to get to ride in a Porsche to work. Kendall never did consider his art of performing to be work. It was simply a hobby that got him money. That was why he never took James's offer up.

When the time came to graduate high school, James wanted to pursue his dream of singing out in Los Angeles. And modeling. And acting. But he didn't want to do alone so he dragged Kendall's ass out to L.A with him and together they bought apartment 2J in the famous Palm Woods and did everything they could to get James's name out there; which proved to be very difficult at times. James even suggested doing a porno together once.

That idea was quickly scrapped.

Eventually James got picked up, after performing with Kendall and his band on 54th street, by Gustavo Rocque and his beautiful assistant Kelly. James had tried his all to get Kendall to join him but the blonde always had this theory of not working for "the man".

Something he had learned from his father.

Ever sense then Kendall and his band, which consisted of Dak, a random stoner they found at the Palm Woods named Guitar Dude and himself, have been performing on the center square of 54th street. Not only did record producers daily scale the street to find new talent and famous actors like Josh Hutcherson visit their favorite shops and eateries but people and tourists flock to the 54th like birds in migrating season. It was just the place to be. Kendall and Dak had made a name for themselves too, there. Their performances were how the blonde got the money to pay his half of the rent.

This was where Kendall felt at home.

Kendall and Dak made their way to the center of 54th, occasionally stopping to peak at all the neat venders and sales going on. Once they reached the center, they quickly settled their stuff around the giant water fountain that lay as a sort of land mark for the center. It was nothing special, besides having very blue water, but it gave a good refreshing mist that was to die for on hot California days.

"There's Guitar Dude." Dak pointed a little down the street where Guitar Dude had just exited his hippy-van and was making his way towards them.

Kendall grinned excitedly as he finally reached them. "You learn the new piece?"

When Guitar Dude nodded, the three sat on the edge of the fountain and did what they did best.