I don't own big time rush.

Bailey's POV

I was the one they left behind.

Sure, the four of them left behind countless hockey buddies, a trail of ex girlfriends, and plenty of classmates. But I had always thought I was a little more special to them, that I would never be forgotten.

My name is Bailey Allen. I have been best friends with Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan since I was 7.

Correction I had.

The five of us had always done everything together, I had thought that nothing could break us. I was wrong of course.

The day those boys left, I stated slipping through the cracks. I tried being friendly, but I could tell I no longer belonged at the lunch table where the boys' old hockey teammates sat. I couldn't fit in with anyone really

It was like the whole school was a puzzle, and without the boys piece's, I just couldn't fit in it.

It wasn't like people we're mean to me, I still got the occasional wave in the hall, or smile as I bought lunch,but really I was just forgotten.

Maybe I could have tried a bit harder to be social, but it was just so damn hard. To try and join conversations I wasn't a part of. To hang out with people who I had nothing in common with. I could tell no one really cared if I joined them or not, so why try?

Eventually I just sort of stopped trying to find friends.

I stopped trying to make plans for the Friday nights that had used to be devoted to sleepovers with the guys. Stopped trying to find people to sit with at lunch, the library was much quieter anyway. I just stopped trying to be what I used to be.

And things were fine for those first few months. My mom got a little worried when I stopped having friends, when I no longer texted anyone, no longer needed money to do anything fun, but it was fine. I was fine.

Then the boys first song came out, then another, then another. And the whole town became Big Time Rush crazy.

The whole thing was kind of a shock though.

I kept telling myself they would call, or text, or something. But they never did.

The whole thing was just a reality check really. They forgot about me. They forgot.

I thought that with the whole popularity of Big Time Rush, kids at school would start asking me questions, and hanging out with me with hopes BTR would notice them in the same way they did with the rest of BTR's old friends. But no one ever did.

If they did, I don't know what. I would have said though. That I lost all contact with them? That I knew as much about them as the next person did?

Maybe I should be glad no one did.

A year past, they never called, never texted.

They missed my birthday. I had sent them each a happy birthday text, but I never got a reply.

On my birthday, I had woken up and thought that maybe, maybe today, they'd remember.

The only thing I got that day was a store bought cupcake from my mom, and a stupid gift card. No message, no phone call. Nothing.

There was no party, no special surprise, it was just a regular day.

That was the day that it hit me. I had really fallen through the cracks, been completely forgotten.

The worst part was that I couldn't even tell my Mom the one thing, the only thing I wanted, for fear of sounding like some sort of friendless loser. Which I guess now I am.

The only thing I want though. Is my friends back.

I guess the whole Birthday thing changed my opinion on them entirely.

I found their music to be mindless pop.

The spray tans and pop star outfits stupid.

The way they acted like they cared the worst. If you look at them, you would never think that they left behind a best friend, and completely forgot about her.

I tried to keep telling myself they remembered me though, the girl who they used to do everything with. That they just got a little busy, nothing more. I hoped as much as I could that something would change, that they would make some effort to reach out to me.

Time passed though, and I just tried to forget rather than keep on trying.

It was a cold November day, the kind that in movies people spend snuggled up on a big couch, in front of cozy fire, drinking hot cocoa.

My life is not a movie, because in no movie do people freeze their butt of in a sweatshirt and skinny jeans with knockoff Uggs, walking home from school, and being pelted by freezing rain, all while lugging a 20 pound backpack with 3 hours of homework in it.

By the time I got home from school, the chills running through my body were so bad, I could barely last a second without shivering.

I changed into a pair of comfy sweats, and an old sweater, with the fluffiest socks I could possibly find, before deciding to head back to the living room, and procrastinate on my homework, and watch some tv.

I flipped through channel, after channel, watching snippets of animals jumping around, over dramatic actress flailing around, and mindless kids tv shows just being stupid.

In between some channel that was playing an old soap opera, and a reality tv show about people in skimpy swimwear cooking in a tropical island, while crying about there 'oh-so terrible problems' something caught my eye.

"Welcome back to Stau-R TV. We put the U-R in Star!" Some over the top, too much make up wearing, definitely not enough clothes wearing, talk show host announced. "Today's guest, is the ever popular boy band. Big Time Crush. Whoops, I mean Rush. But when look at these boys you'll certainly get a crush."

The cheesy joke wasn't the only thing that left me feeling ready to break the tv. Seeing my best friends on live tv made me get heartbreak from missing them all over again.

"So boys, I heard that you guys are going on tour?" The TV announcer said, giggling a little.

"Yea, were going on tour in a little over a week." Kendall answered, smiling at the audience. Tons of clapping, and various shouts were heard off camera. I wanted to cry. I missed them so much.

"But first we're visiting our old hometown. We're going to spend our last couple days there before touring for the next few months." Logan answered, obtaining just as many cheers.

"Exciting." Miss Perky Pants said, "Anybody special back home?"

"Girlfriend wise, no." James started. This was my chance, maybe they'd say how much they missed being the five of us, and how they actually remembered I exist.

"But we have some great friends back home. Our old hockey teammates, and our old neighbors."

"Oh yea." Kendall chimed in. "Some one very special to all of us. She's very kind, and we miss her like crazy. Carlos' dog Sparky!" The audience laughed, but I felt tears start to fall. Did they really not remember me?

"No special girls back home?"

"Not really, just the four of us, some hockey teammates, pretty much it." Carlos said.

It's official.

I'm the one they forgot. I'm the one no one remembers.

The minor character in the story of Big Time Rush that no one realises was a part of the story.

I fell through the cracks of everyone's lives.

That is what started me to fall through the cracks of my own life too.