Ring Ring Ring! My phone started ringing.

" 'Lo?" I mumbled to the phone.

"Can I speak to Anabelle Jones?" A gruff, deep said.

"She's speaking, whadaya want?" I was annoyed.

A new voice spoke, "You have just won a free trip to Hollywood!"

I frowned, then heard laughter in the background.

Then it dawned on me, "Oh my god! Carlos! James! Logan!" More loud laughter followed.

"You idiots!" I screamed good naturally.

"Bella! I can't believe you fell for that!" Carlos teased.

I smirked "I'll be expecting that free trip."

"WHAT?" I heard the boys' voices mingling together.

I beamed widely, "I'd like to see you guys by Friday!"

"No way!" James protested.

"You don't have a choice." I sang, then hung up.

I've been best friends with Kendall, James, Logan, and Carlos for as long as I could remember. We are closer together than blades of grass. Inseparable.

Until they were sent off to California to become Big Time Rush. I was as happy as anyone could be. But it felt like a piece of my heart was ripped out. I still miss them terribly.

I sat back on my bed, and stared at the pictures on my wall. There was me, me and the guys, me and Kendall, me and my girlfriends, and me and my…..parents. My parents were killed in a car crash many years ago. My grandma took care of me for awhile, but when she passed, I inherited her everything. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and I wiped them away angrily. I don't know why I miss my parents. I barely even knew them. I sighed and glanced at the time. Midnight. It would be about 9 in Hollywood. I resisted the urge to call the guys. How desperate was I to talk to them? Pretty desperate, but I didn't want to show it. I had to be strong when I saw them.

STOP IT BELLA! I screamed at myself. I didn't have to be strong in front of my best and oldest friends. They have seen me in finest and worst moments. Especially Kendall. Say what you will. He's just my bestest friend in the whole world. I froze dead in my tracks, and felt a heat rise to my cheeks. In the last few weeks, every time I thought about Kendall, I blushed. Maybe I have developed feelings for him. Maybe they were always there. I slapped myself slightly across my cheek and grabbed a coke from the fridge. Sipping it delicately, I decided to watch George Lopez. With each passing minute, I felt sadder and sadder. I needed to speak to one of them. Now.

Dialing their number, I waited four rings until James answered.

"Hello?"

"James?" I huddled closer into my blanket.

"Bella, are you bugging us at 10 o'clock about that trip?"

"No, I just… is Kendall there?" I swallowed back tears.

"He crashed earlier, do you want me to wake him up?"

I sighed loudly, "No, let him sleep. Just, tell him I called ok?"

"Sure. Hey Bella.. You ok?"

"Yeah," I blinked hard, "I just really miss you guys. A lot."

"Hey, we miss you too Bebe. Can't wait to get you out here!"

I smiled as he called me Bebe. An old nickname when we little. Kendall was trying to say Bella, but he said "baby" and somehow that turned into Bebe.

"Hey Bella, Mrs. Knight's yellin' at me to get off the phone. See you Friday!"

"Ok, James. Love you."

"Love you too Bebe. I'll give Kendall your message in the morning."

"Alright. Bye James."

"Bye Bella!"

The click of the phone echoed around the house. I laid my head down on the couch pillow. The last thing I heard was George saying to Angie "I love you."