I'm not saying I love you,
I'm not saying I don't.
I'm not saying I trust you,
I'm not saying I won't.
I'm not saying I need you,
The day I say that, I'll rue.
There's a lot of things I'm not saying,
Because I know they're all too true.

- iheartyou -

I'm not going to tell you I knew Kendall Knight before Big Time Rush - or rather, my sister's obsession with said group. I didn't. I'm not an old, abandoned girlfriend from Minnesota, either. In fact, I was born in Simon Town's Naval Base in South Africa. Which makes me a legal American citizens, but with the cool fact that I was born in a foreign country and don't require a green card. I'm, also, not in anyway related to the four boys of the boy band, Big Time Rush. I was born to Lieutenant Michael Boswell and Martina Boswell, who were both only children and high school sweethearts, so never before married. My only brothers are the five goons I call Stephen - the eldest, at twenty-one, Peter - rounding second at twenty, Greg - a fine nineteen, Richie, eighteen and Roy, a mere two years. The only sister I have is Regina, my eleven year old Big Time Rush obsessed sister. And, finally, I'm not some bleeding heart songwriter, nor am I an actress. I'm just Audra Lee Boswell, an unbelievably awkward girl living with four obscenely protective older brothers, a father who gives "strict" a whole new definition, an overbearing mother, and an obsessive sister, and a constantly shrieking infant brother with no real dreams of my own.

Just Audra.

Audra Jean Boswell, that's all. Five syllables. Spectacular.

Now, since we covered that, let us now move onto the important part of this tale. The love story. Because we're all suckers for that. The part where I tell you how I mysteriously met Kendall Knight and the boys of Big Time Rush, struggled, fell in love, fought the love and rekindled the love after some dramatic fight - sealing it with a kiss in the rain. But it didn't really happen like that. I wish it did, considering how it really went down, but alas, right? I met Kendall under the most awkward and disturbing way.

We had been in L.A. three days. 'We' being the nine members of the Boswell family. Today was beach day on Lieutenant's clip board of pre-scheduled, pre-rehearsed fun. However, Greg, Richie and I had…other plans. We were only going to be here for a month, which was unusual considering we normally spent the whole summer at the Boswell Condo, and our trio had bigger and better things to do.

Lieutenant and Mom sat under their umbrella's reading Military Monthly and Home and Garden. To their right, Regina and Roy built a sand castle - or rather, Regina built it and smacked Roy's hands away when he tried to "help". Peter and Stephen were nowhere to be found, more than likely scoping out hot girls or playing volleyball. The two were self-proclaimed studs. In the water, however, Richie, Greg and I played a riveting game of Marco/Polo. I was the undefeated champion until two minutes prior. Now, I was struggling to find my brothers in a literal sea of people.

"Marco?" I called, desperately, reaching out.

"Polo." I heard Greg, but no Richie.

"Fish out of water!" I shrieked, hoping I was right.

I could practically hear Richie smirk, "Underwater."

"Jerk." I sighed, still reaching, "Marco?"

"Polo." This time, both replied.

"Can I surrender?" I sighed, letting my hands fall, "This game is only fun for so long."

"Don't be a sore loser just because you're it now, Audra." Richie scoffed, "Come on, I'll make this easy for you."

I could feel what I thought was Richie swim behind me, "Marco?"

I barely heard their reply before I pounced, eyes closed. I laughed a victorious 'HA!' and raised one hand in the air, triumphantly, opening my eyes. Before me, however, was not my brother. No, he was behind me, laughing along with Greg. Before me was an dripping wet, tower of a boy, who would have been very attractive, had he not been glaring at me…

I covered my mouth, a bit late, "I am so sorry."

He wiped his face, then stared at me for a moment. I couldn't tell if he was angry or peeing, he gaze was so concentrated, but I certainly hoped it wasn't the latter. Finally, he cracked a smile and laughed a bit, "It's cool. Just water."

He kept looking at me, making me feel slightly self-conscious. Like I had a booger on my face, or my top fell off, "What's your name?"

I hesitated, "Audra…"

"Audra?" the boy prodded.

"Jean? Boswell?" I raised my eyebrow, "You can pick one."

His friends, who were now tuning in, laughed. I wasn't trying to be funny. The boy chuckled along with them, "I'm Kendall."

"Nice to meet you…?"

"Is everything a question?" Kendall smiled.

"Maybe?" I half-joked.

In the midst of this awkward introduction, I heard the Lieutenant's call. Greg and Richie pulled themselves from the water, turning around to see if I was coming. When I didn't move, Greg spoke, "Come on, Jeanie. Let's not get Lieutenant pissed, huh?"

I sighed, starting to follow. Kendall, however grabbed my arm and stopped me, "He called you Jeanie."

"That he did."

"Dude, we gotta go." One of the boys, tall with dark, shaggy hair and brownish green eyes said, pulling Kendall's arm, "Gustavo's calling."

I wanted to ask who Gustavo was, but didn't, realizing it was really none of my business. Simultaneously, Kendall and I raised one finger, indicating we'd join our respective groups in a minute. He looked back to me, or down at me, being considerably taller than I, and smirked. He started backing away, "Audra Jean."

"Sure." I said, doing the same.

"So, in theory, I could call you A.J."

I nodded, smiling, "That's new."

"Good. Great." he grinned, "I'll see you around."

"How?" I almost scoffed.

"When I pick you up. For our date. 7 o'clock work for you?"

I stared at him in disbelief. We were now screaming across the crowds on the beach, trying not to trip over those tanning or building sandcastles, "What? I can't go on a date with you!" I shouted, "I don't even know you!"

"That's what dates are for!" He countered.

"Touché." It was my turn to have some fun. I smirked, "But eight would work better!"

WABAM! Big Time Rush story. Don't own, wish I did. Cry. Cry. Cry.

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