Another story, because I'm completely dissatisfied with my last chapter on 'One Step at a Time.' It was shit and im probably going to delete it. I want this to be a three story chapter, tops. So here we go, trying to cure my writers block once again. I wanted to do something different, but I don't know how this is going to turn out. (Nose Goes: when there's a group of people and one task someone has to do, somebody shouts, "nose goes!" and whoever touches their finger to their nose last has to do the task.)
I don't own Big Time Rush or anything you recognize in this story.
James Diamond was always confusing to people. Friends that have known him for long periods of time saw the truth, but to people who had just met or seen the pretty boy; they seem to think he's a little bit on the 'flip side,' if you get what that means. Gay, in simpler terms. The consistent combing of the hair, the hip popped out stance he usually held, and always stopping at mirrors for a quick look over wasn't helping his case that he was in fact, not homosexual. The only person who seemed not to notice that people thought he was gay was, well James. He never payed attention, what with all the egocentric actions. And besides, he had had plenty of girlfriends in the past, and continued to flirt with girls now! He was completely oblivious to the gay comments people whispered about him, but that would soon change when a new, upcoming star moved to the Palmwoods.
The boys were lounging pool side as usual, soaking up the white hot L.A. sun in their half naked bodies. The blue padded patio chairs were almost comfortable enough to sleep in as they layed stretched out in their swimming trunks. A shadow crossed their path, causing the boys to open their eyes concelled by dark sunglasses. "Hey boys," Jo smiled, dressed in her light blue string bikini, her yellow shades straddling the bridge of her nose. They smiled, greeting her in unison as she set down her tan beach bag. Kendall scooted over and tipped onto his side, making enough room for his girlfriend to slip in beside him, spooning his body.
"Hey baby, lookin' good today." Kendall smiled, planting a soft kiss on the apple of Jo's cheek as he wrapped his arm around her skinny waist. She smirked, turning her head so their lips could meet. The two blondes had been dating for almost two months now, ever since their successful date to the movies. Kendall's friends all seemed jealous, but applauded him for snatching up the girl of his dreams. Now if only the Jennifers would pay any mind to James, Carlos, and Logan, they could have beautiful girlfriends as well. There was silence among the five friends as they relaxed on this, one of their rare days off...until a certain drama queen made her way over. The inevitable was about to happen as the click of high heels hit the pool's cement surrounding. A quick slap to the face sent Logan gasping in pain.
"How could you?! I waited up all night for you and you stood me up! I never want to see you again Trevor, never!" Camille, the method actress princess stomped away in tall pink high heels. Logan rubbed his cheek, which was beginning to turn an irritated pink color. Jo chuckled at the expression on the boy's face.
"So, when you gonna ask her out?" The blonde haired girl teased, pushing Logan's shoulder softly. The brunette's eyes narrowed, giving Kendall's girlfriend a well deserved death glare.
"I can not stand that girl, much less ever ask her out." Logan scoffed, slipping the sunglasses Camille had literally slapped off of his face back into their rightful place. This caused a laugh from the entire group, knowing that there were truth in his words. Yes, they might have treated the girl nice, but in reality, everyone thought she was annoying and overly dramatic. The mere fact that she had this full blown obsession with Logan made him feel queasy. But nevertheless, the bright day was fading into dusk, and the friends decided to head up to their apartment for a movie night. Jo came along, seeing as she was the only sane girl among the ones at the Palmwoods.
It was Carlos' turn to pick the feature tonight, and everyone smiled when he came back to the apartment with 'Step Brothers,' in his hands. It was his favorite movie of all time, and couldn't wait to pop it into the DVD player. After gathering up some snacks and drinks, Carlos reached into the cupboard to find popcorn. When he turned up empty handed, he frowned, turning back to his friends. "There's no popcorn...NOSE GOES!" He shouted rather loudly, his finger shooting up to touch the tip of his button nose. Everyone else followed suit, their fingers flying to their faces. James ended up losing, a let down expression plastered to his face. He didn't have his licence, which ment he had to walk to the convenience store down the block from their apartments. Sighing, he began to walk to his room. "Where do you think you're going?" Carlos called out, making James glance back.
"I can't go to the store looking like this!" He shouted, his hands grazing down his body. A wife beater and red sweat pants were covering him, which looked perfectly fine. But no, not for pretty boy James. In public, he must look his best, always. After five minutes, the teen exited the bedroom dressed in dark skinny jeans and a white 'Taking Back Sunday' shirt. Kendall gasped.
"I've been looking for that shirt damnit!" The blonde pointed his finger at his tall friend, who was indeed wearing Kendall's favorite band shirt. It was noticably tight on James' physique, but he liked the way it formed around his toned muscles. James stuck his tounge out, grabbing his wallet from the kitchen counter and slipping his Rainbows flip flops on. Taking one last look in the mirror, he smiled at his reflection, causing everyone to groan. "Will you hurry up?!" They screamed in unison. James smirked, closing the door on his way out.
He really didn't mind walking to the gas station down the street from the Palmwoods, it was just that James really just wanted to sit down and relax, and walking for ten minutes was not his idea of that. Finally making it to the store, the teen walked in, hearing the small bell ring above his head. Venturing into the snack aisle, he picked the blue box of popcorn he was sent for, but decided to look around for some more snacks. Spotting a bag of Sour Patch Kids hanging on a rack, James smiled, reaching for them. As he pulled back, he accidentally bumped into someones arms, causing them to drop their items all over the stone floor. Quickly turning, James began to apologize immediately. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you like that dude," the sandy haired boy quickly said, helping the guy pick up all his items. The boy smirked.
"No dude, its no problem really," the teen stated, picking up the Coke bottle that had rolled down the aisle a small way. He stood, facing James. He looked quite familiar to him. His hair was dark brown and halfway covered by a beanie, reaching just below his ears, swooping over his forehead like James' own. His bright green eyes were shielded by black rimmed glasses, standing out on his lightly tanned face. His lower lip was grazed with a single lip ring shining in the fluorescent lights of the store. He wore a purple and white horizontally striped wife beater and a pair of skinny jeans similar to the taller boy's. Something behind his hair shone a bit in the light as he pushed his locks back, revealing a gauged ear. James studied him. He looked to be about seventeen years old.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" James bluntly asked as he and the mystery guy walked up to the counter.
"Probably not seeing as how I just moved here from New York City." The guy chuckled, setting his items onto the counter for the woman to scan.
"Really, that's where i was born," James factually stated, gaining a smile from the boy.
"No kiddin'? That's cool dude. By the way, I'm Reed." The teen said, shaking hands with James as he was being checked out. His wrist was lined with hemp bracelets.
"I'm James," the sandy haired boy replied as he gathered up his plastic bag and walked with Reed outside. "Good meeting you." James smiled, waving his hand as Reed removed the keys from his belt loop. The shorter boy then looked around.
"Did you walk here? I can give you a ride if you want," Reed offered, leaning against the hood of his Jetta. James bit his lip. He contemplated saying yes, but then he remembered how short the walk was.
"No dude, I'm just at the Palmwoods down the block." James shook his head, but smiled giving thanks to the offer. Reed chuckled again.
"For real man? That's where I stay! I'm just too lazy to walk," Reed laughed, pushing his dark hair from in front of his eye. He motioned James to hop in, which he didn't feel so bad about seeing as how Reed stayed there too. That's probably why James had recognized him, he lived in their apartments! The sandy haired boy eagerly obliged, strapping himself into the passenger seat as Reed pulled off from the gas station's small parking lot. They chatted idoly as they walked into the elevator of the Palmwoods, both fingers pushing 2 at the same time. The two glanced at one another. "Really?" Reed laughed, pushing his glasses up on his nose. As they reached the second floor, James found out that Reed lived in apartment 2G, four places down from him and his friends. "Well alright dude, let's chill sometime, hit me up," Reed and James exchanged cell phones, typing their numbers into the other's devices. Reed handed the taller boy the phone, smiling before shuffling into his apartment. James stared down at his cellular, reading over his new contact.
Reed Michael Phongvonsa
It hardly seemed necessary to put his entire name into the slot, but James thought it was sort of funny. Phongvonsa? That was the weirdest last name James had ever heard. He figured that Reed must have been some kind of asian. Sliding his cell phone shut, the teen pushed his way into his apartment, catching sight of his friends all cramped up on the red couch. "What took yah?!" Carlos shouted playfully with a hint of anger to his tone, making James snort.
"Oh chill, I got the popcorn!" James smirked, throwing the box at Logan and pulling the candy from the plastic bag. Carlos immediately began to stare at it, licking his lips. "No way dude! I walked to the store for your dumb ass popcorn, this is mine!" James held his sour treats behind him, chewing on one while doing so. After Logan had popped the popcorn, they all sat to start the movie. Throughout the entire thing, all James' mind could ponder up was Reed. He liked the guy, he seemed pretty cool. And the fact that he lived at the Palmwoods interested the pretty boy. He wanted to know what kind of talent Reed had to stay at the 'home of the future famous.' And most of all, he thought about just texting the guy, asking him all of his questions, but James didn't want to come off weird or clingy, so he decided to wait until his new friend called him. Carlos couldn't help but to glance over at James every couple of minutes as the consistent lighting up of his phone was driving the Hispanic mad. What could James possibly be anticipating that would make him check his cell phone every two minutes?
