Hope you don't minded that I did this but I couldn't stop thinking about this so I had to do it. I know you are all mad that I didn't update What I don't understand but I just couldn't stop thinking about this until I wrote it down and share it with you all. But don't worry I will update my other story. So please be a dear and read this little thing I wrote. Sorry if this was bad but I wrote this at one o'cloak in the morning.

I DON'T OWN BIG TIME RUSH IF I DID I WOULDNT BE HERE WRITING ABOUT THEM NOW WOULD I. Even then I want nothing more then to own them but sadly I don't


As the best friends drove through the night, thinking back on the events that just happened, they couldn't stop buzzing about it. The radio was loudly playing music. The moon light barely shining against the red glossy paint of the car. Laughs could be heard a mile away. "Wasn't the ride awsome" The hyperactive latino asked. "Yeah but it wasn't fun when you got us sent to the back of the line" The paled skined best friend commented "I said i was sorry how many time do i have to say it" " Not doing it in the first place would have been fine." Said the blonde with a chuckle. " Yeah but keep it down I'm trying to drive here" Replied the pretty face of the bunch. There were no sign of life for miles but that didn't bother any of them. Slowly getting closer to their destination a greyish car was making it's way towards them. But inch by inch they noticed that the car was on the wrong side of the road. " Umm... you guys I think the car is going the wrong way," Said the now worried latino. "That's ridiculous," Replided the smart boy. "Whatever just avoide him okay." Snapped the leader Trying to avoid collsion the pretty boy moved to the other side. It wasn't the brightest idea because the car moved to the other side. Yelling was heard and car horns were ringing but it was to late the two car collided. The red car was sent flying backwards and landed on it back with the four teens trapped inside. The driver to the grey car didn't stop, or care, at the impact but simple keep going crashing into the red car. It pushed past the wrecked car and drove away like nothing happened. Moans and groans were heard as the teens inside tried to register what happened. " Is everyone okay?" Moans replided to the blonde. " I can't feel my head" the Latino silently sayed. One by one the teens slowly faded to unconsciousness. A white car came slowly driving by with a teen girl trying once again not to be late. Behind her a van was coming up, speeding to pass by . The light haired blonde gasp as she saw, clearly a wreck car off to the side. Speeding up and going beside the car she got out and sprinted towards the trashed car. 'Oh my god please don't let anybody be dead under there.' after what seems like forever she finally gets to the car. Slowly she trys to get a look under the car. Her hand flies to her lips trying to hold back or screams or lunch from coming out. "Hey you alright?" The voice sents her flying out of her spot from the floor. " Wow their little miss'y sorry if I scaried you their." Turning she caugh the sight of what looks like a old man dressed up like a cowboy. " No it's okay it wasn't our fault," she replied trying to set her nervousness to eaise. The cowboy nodded then turned his attention the accident. "Do you know how this happened," he asked as he bent over to get a look of what's under the car. The blonde shook her head but feeling stupid that he can see her she answered "No I didn't just saw it on my way to work." The cowboy got up and looked at her "Well little Miss'y I say that someone was drinking a little and manged to flip the car." The blonde srunched her brows at the elderly man. " I don't think that's right," she responded getting a feeling that, that's not the whole truth. He shrugged and reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Well shot their is no signal out here," He put his phone away and looked back to the car. "Mind if you helped me getting them out?" The blonde thought about it before nodding. The old cowboy smiled and walked towards the car. "Okay I needed you to go to my van and move some stuff around while I get this fellows out of there," she nodded and sighed in relief, happy that she didn't have to see those bodies again. Making her way to the riggity van she paused to think why the cowboy was moving them to his van? And where does he plan on taking them? She shrugged those thought away as she opened the trunk of the van. It wasn't really a trunk because the back and the trunk connected.

But looking at it she can tell the cowboy was a farmer. Garden clippers were laid or thrown in a pile. A green worn out tool boxs was laying beside it. Rope was piled slightly on top of a chopping axe. A broken saw and hammer were lazliy laying on top of a potatoe sack. And a crate of tomatoes were sitting in the middle of the mess. She groaned a little but got to work after ten minutes she had finally been able to make some space. Even if it meant to move almost everything to the passenger seat. She turned and made her way back to the cowboy only to be meet by him carrying a pale boy in his arms. " Well all be darned you happened to make room in all that mess," He said with a smile as he looked in the back. She smiled at the complement and moved for him to get to work. He slowly but the pale boy down and went to go get the others. She looked at the face and felt as if she saw him before. She shoke her head and thought that it was impossible for her to have meet him. A minute later he came back with a latino with a deep cut on his forehead. She looked at his brusied face and felt a ping of sadness, guilt, and reconision. She swore she's seen him before but she couldn't bring a name to that face. Another minute goes by and the cowboy is back with a brunnett. This one face was completely covered in blooded and a metal stick was jammed into his arm. She shiver and tried to pry her eyes away from him but she couldn't her minded was screaming at her that she knew him. But she couldn't bring her self to remember. A minute later the cowboy comes back with the last victim. This one way worse then all the others. His blonde hair coated in dirt and blood. His cheeks scraped up from impacted. His shirt slightly torn and his jeans ripped. One of his shoes were missing and again she thinks she's seen him before. She shook her thought away as the cowboy closes the trunk. " well thank you for the help but I'll take it from here," he said with a tap of his hat and moved to the front of the van. "Wait can I ask where your taking them?" the blonde teen asked getting a bad feeling about the man. "I'm just going to take them the nearest hospital." She nodded her head "Do you mind telling me your name?" she asked wanting to make sure he wasn't on the most wanted list. The cowboy grinned and replied "Why sure little miss'y, my name is Sammy Morts, mind if I know your?" she hesitated. She doesn't want to get in any trouble but she responded "Jo Taylor" The old cowboy nodded and got in his van. "well Jo thanks for helping me out." she nodded. They said their good byes and the cowboy drove off. Jo made her way to her car and pulled out her phone. Not getting any bars she sighed and drove off, after a mile or two she finally got one bar and decided to call 911. She reported the accident and gave a location to the wreck. They told her that they were on their way. She hung up after that and made her way home, completly forgetting about her job. She made it to her apartment room at the famous palmwoods and went inside to crash in her bed. Her mind quickly drifting off to the teens in the car and how they looked so familiar. She dismissed the thought and let sleep take her away. As the old cowboy silently chucked to him self and how the plan worked a whole lot better then he thought. He didn't know that the girl would be there but she did help him a lot. He felt a bit of sadness for her to have to see that but he didn't think much of it. All he cares is that he had what he wanted and nothing going to stop him. He felt his blood bump in his veins with excitment. He never ment for them to flip the car but that's okay. Getting a little irratated with his disguses, he slowly took off his hat and then pulled of his mask. Letting the moon light show his dark skin. He evilly laughed to him self as he thought what his worst enemy would think when his most prized possesions went missing. He speeded his way to his destined loaction. Wanting to ended this fast to see the look on his rivals face in the morning. Slowly the sign leaving Los angels came into view and the darked skin man gave a sigh of relief as he past city limits. "Now to get ridded of Gustavo once and for all." He once again laughed to himself.


To make things clear at first I wasn't planning on Jo being there but I need to make this a little bit more longer. I was going to make it from her point of view but that wouldn't make seen at the beginnig when they crashed. Another reason I wrote it like that was I wanted to write in third person because I was doing that in my English class and I liked it. Don't worrie more shit is about to happen in the next chapter. Sorry if me cussing is upsetting you but it was neccessary. And sorry that this author note is to long. Anyway hope you liked it and tell me what you think the "cowboy" is going to do to the boys! Be a darling and leave a pretty little review.

-bigtimerushbtrforlife