AN: Hello, readers! Alright, I have been working on this story for most of the summer. Without RumbleRoar846, this story would not even be close to possible. She is a wonderful editor and plot-developer! She's my super!muse! (Check her out on LiveJournal, she's amazing.) Well, I hope to update the next few chapters somewhat quickly, after that, I need to continue writing the rest of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the BTR Boys, obviously. I only own Dahlia Tessin and the shenanigans she and the Boys get into.

"James, you love her. We love her. You can't just give up on this! We all finally found love! Granted, all of us love the same girl, but you can't just let this thing go. We've all gotten over the jealousy, and you need to, too!" the voice of reason, Logan, screamed at James. "I cannot let her go! I know I will not. I don't care if she loves the rest of you, too," he motioned to Kendall and Carlos, "I can deal with that and make her happy! I'll buy her a house and nice things, take her to beautiful places. I'll tell her I love her every day even though I know it's not enough. But I won't let her go!"

Kendall spoke, "Dude, I can't let her leave either. I'm in with you on this one." Carlos nodded, agreeing with Kendall.

"Oh, so you're all against me. Just great." James paused, thinking about the current circumstances. "She wants to go! So let her!" James felt the deep dread in his heart. He didn't want Dahlia to leave them. He wanted her to stay forever. Stay and love Logan, Carlos, Kendall, and himself for forever and ever.

"James…you love her too." Logan whispered sadly, his voice almost cracking. The tears welled up in his and Logan's eyes and threatened to spill over. "We all know this is unconventional, but…with love this deep…we can outlast anything. Our Big Time Rush career, our future singing careers, our acting careers. If we let this happen…it'll stay forever. We can be her everything and she'll be ours. Let it happen, James. Please." The emotion in Logan's voice caused the tears James was trying to hold back fall uncontrollably. James fell onto the couch in their hotel room, his face buried in his hands. Logan was right. Kendall was right. Carlos was even right.

Logan should be the one completely against this, saying that no one on Earth could happily share someone with another person, let alone three other people and have it look good to the public.

Kendall should think the same as Logan, agreeing that it would rip them apart and that they were friends until the end, that nothing would tear them apart.

Carlos should think it was too crazy even for him.

"Guys," James sobbed, "we need her." All their heads shot up, eyes wide. "We need to stop her."

Kendall's eyes lit up and his face contorted into his 'I've got a plan' face.

Dahlia's tears fell down her face like rain. She packed her things quickly into her suitcase, not even bothering to fold clothes or put them in the right places. She needed to get out of there. Needed to go back home. Needed the solid things in life. Not four boyfriends who got uncontrollably jealous of each other. That could, and would, easily leave her. Just as they did with the other girlfriends.

She was close to hysterics as she thought about the nights with the boys. The soothing kisses, the comforting hugs, the long nights of staying up and talking. Just being together. They became her best friends within the space of almost a year. They meant so much to her. But it was mostly fake.

But she couldn't be friends with them. The feelings she developed for the boys, whatever they were, were too strong to just be platonic. Too strong to ignore.

James was her love; everything about James had invited her in. He was so gentle, safe, he was an ideal boyfriend.

Kendall became Dahlia's protector. When guys harassed her in clubs, Kendall leaped in immediately to diffuse it, half of the time ending it before the other boys had to jump in. He was always the first to defend her, unconditionally.

Carlos was like a human puppy. He was fun, random, exciting. Whenever they hung out he made her laugh hysterically and made her do the craziest things. Like jumping onto the field during Dahlia's last homecoming game and doing their own cheerleader routine they made up the week before.

Logan was sugary sweet. He was her husband-without-marriage, yet there was always something deep, dark, and dangerous about Logan sometimes. His adrenaline junkie habits freaked Dahlia out enough, but something else was there. It scared her, yet she felt utterly safe with him.

As she was packing, she remembered how this all started. Her lungs constricted as she thought back on all the amazing moments. Dahlia sunk down onto the mattress, as everything raced through her mind, seeming to take up hours, days, even weeks, but only took a few seconds…