Hi so i am making a new fiction because the idea have be eating me alive and i don't know if want to continue "getting the boy" but if you want me too just tell me and i will.

So in this fiction the guys and the other cast from big time rush that i use act different then their normal self.

They are normal people meaning they don't have cars and not rich, they are just normal.

James is an art boy so is Jett

Kendall want to be a musician but doesn't follow his dream and let it go and focus on college but plan on being a singer after college is over

Logan still want to be a doctor and Carlos want to be whatever the future makes him

Kendall is a little girly in this...like quarter girly and and 75% man

And i think that is it so ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I do not won big time rush but i so wish i do, i only own the idea and the OCS characters

Kendall P.O.V

This is what you need to know to understand my story.

Moved to Minnesota.

Started at college to do my A-levels and had like no friends.

Fell in love with a moody art boy called James on day two of college.

Are now best friends with his best friend since toddler Dom, Carlos.

Am deadly enemies with Jo, James' former and skanky ex who also want her paws on Carlos ex boyfriend Logan except now they are back together.

After months and months of many passionate kisses and James acting like a complete jerk afterwards, we went on a college trip to Paris and ended up together as a couple boyfriends!

My dirty blond hair keeps getting blonder so I decide to let it keep getting blond.

8th April

I have a photo of me and James tucked into my journal. We're standing on the deck of a ferry looking around Paris. James got his hands around my waist and he is squinting down at me and smiling fondly like I'm the greatest thing in the world. Even greater than our recent discovery that chopping up chocolate chip cookies and scooping them into vanilla ice cream will give you twice the sugar rush you normally get. We're standing in a force 10 gale, so his beautiful brunette hair is going up in all direction and his smile make him look even more beautiful.

He certainly looks happy to be my boyfriend. But over the last week I've made the startling discovery that having a boyfriend is nothing like I imagined. No Scratch that. Having James as a boyfriend is exactly how imagined it. Or thought it might be in my worst nightmares. All that stuff he told me on the boat about how being boyfriends was going to be like we were before but even better? We hang out with each other like we did before but there was all this amazing kissing and touching and I don't know boy friendly behavior. Well not so much, because now that James is my boyfriend, I have to handle his weirdness head-on. His weirdness has, like, rules. Not that he has giving me a written list but if he did it will probably go's like this.

Don't ever come round to my house. Ever.

Don't hold hands with me in public.

Kissing and touching and boy friendly behavior should be restricted to dark corners.

Pet names are strictly prohibited.

Don't expect me to call when I say I will or be on time for anything or come round for Sunday lunch with your parents.

Some of it is good. A lot of it is good. And my kissing technique is drastically improved with all the extra practice I'm getting but, I mean, James was way more affectionate when we were bickering mates.

9th April

I was sitting by Minnesota State University also know as MSU fountain (I don't know if the college has a fountain or not so if they don't, let just pretend they do) with Carlos when James sauntered over to us.

"God Kendall," Carlos muttered when he caught sight of James," you can't be planning to go off and make out again. You look like you've had a collagen lip implants as it is.

"Shut up" I said plaintively. "You make me sound like a kiss slut."

He arched an eyebrow. "oh, am sorry I must be getting you confused with someone else then."

Then James was there. "Which hand?" he drawled putting his hand behind his back. My heart leapt. Had he brought me a present?

"The left?"

James gave me a huge sunshiny grin. "That was the right answer," he said swinging a key in front of my eyes.

"What's that?" I asked, though it was pretty obvious what it was, but I felt like I needed some clarification.

"It's the key to the darkroom. You coming?"

"Who said romance was dead?" I heard Carlos hiss to no in particular as I jumped off the wall and followed James in the direction of the art room.

And I had been planning to tell James a few truths, I really had, but once we reached the darkroom he immediately reached for me and I kind of forgot. James had me against the wall so I couldn't move but is not like I wanted to move. I felt sort of boneless and lethargic like carrot does when she's all sleepy and lying in the sun. (Carrot is my cat and I call her that because she is orange and has green fur on her head). James' tongue was sending sparks through my skin and we were suddenly interrupted by the door banging open.

"Fuck off" snarled James, not bothering to turn around, which was a pretty stupid thing to do. Or at least that's what Marcos our photography tutor, said when he proceeded to give us a major, major bollocking. With, like, knobs on. No pun intended.

God, we got into major trouble. I was summoned by my personal tutor and sent home for the rest of the afternoon. This actually is my kind of punishment.

As I was standing outside the college gates and applying some lip bum on my lips, which seem to be permanently desensitized from over use theses days, James caught with me.

"Soooo, are we going back to yours?" He purred.

"I was this close to being sent home with a note," I snapped. "You know my parents don't trust us to be alone.

It's true. They didn't seem overjoyed at the idea of me dating James and he's forbidden from my room unless the door is open. It hasn't occurred to them that we could get up to all sorts of inappropriate touching in plenty of other venues but I'm not going to be the one to shatter their illusions.

"Oh c'mon Kendall," he said, nudging me. 'I don't wanna go home and Martyn told me to get out of his sight for the rest of the day." (Martyn is their principle….are there even principle in college? If there are not let just pretend.)

"Well, ok then," I conceded grudgingly. "I need to talk to you anyway."

"That sounds ominous," James said out of the side of his mouth but I quelled him with a look and we spent the rest of the walk to my house in silence, which pissed me off. It was like James had forgotten how to speak to me.

"What the hell is your problem?" I shouted at him the minute we got inside the front door. "Why aren't you talking to me?"

"I am he protested, following me up the stairs. "You are the one not talking to me."

"You're treating me like a…..a….a kiss slut!" I said furiously.

James snorted. "Like, you don't treat me that way too."

Then he sat down next to me on the bed and put an arm round my shoulders. "Look Kendall, this is a bit weird for both of us. So, what do you want to talk about?"

I shrugged. "Stuff. Like, you know, stuff about each other. You never tell me what's going on with you or in your life."

"The only thing going on in my life is you," James snarked. "There's nothing to tell."

Then I snarked back at him. He got sulky. I got pouty and we ended the argument the way we ended every argument. By investigating each other's mouths with our tongues.

Two minutes later we were rolling about on my bed. I think it was when we landed on the floor with a loud thud that my mum realized that the house wasn't empty. She came charging up the stairs and banished James from the house for daring to lay his evil hands on her innocent, virgin son. It was all I can do to keep her from grounding me.

so tell me if you guys like it and if i should continue