You're Not Alone
By: Riley
Full Summary – How do you go from being best friends to dating? Take a bet, a misunderstanding, a secret, a 'good boy', a 'bad girl', and a rumor; mix it all together and what do you get? A strange love story.
Wanting to spend more time with his best friend Riley Jackson, Kendall hides it by asking her to do the impossible: to teach him how to be a bad-boy. Riley initially refuses, but when he decides to make it a bet she agrees. The loser has to be the other's servant for a week. Who will come out on top? Do they win something more than the bet? The drama from the bet isn't the only thing that's going to make things hard for them. A secret and a rumor are going to test their friendship as well. But they do say that love is friendship on 'fire'.
Rated 'T' for Language and Sexuality.
Panic sets in.
I start to run, my hair sticking to my face with my sweat, my breath starts in an erratic rhythm. I'm running, faster and faster away from the world, away from all the pain, away from you.
My legs are churning beneath me, I keep going faster, picking up speed, and my heart is throwing itself against my rib cage. I just need to get away, to hide and it hurts so much...I'm hurt. I'm running, but I can't run away fast enough!
Because you always catch up to me…
.:Chapter 01:.
Take two best friends; add their two bands, and a cup of nervousness into a large mixing bowl. Then mix it all together until you get the comfort and support that you need.
Kendall Knight was the sort of guy that prided himself on having loyal friends. Ever since he was young and first lived in Kansas, he made friends quickly. When his parents moved him out to Minnesota, which was when he was about two years old, he became friends with James so quickly it wasn't even funny. Mrs. Knight had taken Kendall to the park while her husband was clearing out space in the house and trying to figure out which rooms to paint first, and she met Brooke Diamond sitting on a park bench, watching as her son played with dirt. Mrs. Knight walked over with Kendall balanced on her hip and asked it if it was all right to sit down. Mrs. Diamond immediately said that it was ok and Mrs. Knight set her son down on the ground and watched as he went over to James and plopped himself on the ground, immediately playing along with him.
It wasn't until a couple of months later that they ended up meeting Carlos and his mother. Kendall and James were inseparable at that point, always asking their mothers to play with each other. When they met Carlos, he immediately fell into their friendship, making the group of three boys a lot louder than any of the mothers had expected. It wasn't much longer after that than Mrs. Knight was pregnant with Katie and Mr. Knight was teaching Kendall how to play hockey. Kendall's love for the sport grew pretty quickly and soon it was all that he talked about. He got James and Carlos into the sport and when Logan moved into town, he sucked the brainy boy into it as well. Kendall practically lived on the ice, when he was playing, he was thinking about hockey. But what made it really enjoyable for him was the fact that his best friends were there as well. He couldn't help but take things a bit personally whenever they were hit while playing a game. Kendall had been ejected from more games than he had played in due to 'unsportsmanlike behavior' because he was mad whenever one of his friends had been singled out.
Even when they weren't on the ice, Kendall did everything he could to show his friends that he was always going to be there for them and that tradition continued when he and his friends got out to LA. He helped them get through whatever problem it was that they needed whenever they needed it, no questions asked. He even went as far as to back-talk to Gustavo just to be sure that they weren't being wronged.
Kendall still showed that side of him, when he and the other guys found out that the band that Gustavo had pitted them to work with was being abused by their then father. That band, the famous Australian band, the DarkElements had signed a contract with Rocque Records to help Big Time Rush break into the American music industry. At the same time, the DarkElements were working on re-mastering their first CD to release into the American market while recording new songs for their next CD that they were going to release in Australia. Kendall, Logan, Carlos, and James had found out that they were being abused by their father and helped send him to jail.
The two bands had been working together and had been best friends ever since then; two years and counting. Riley Jackson, her twin, Rhuben, their twin younger brothers Patrick and Noah, and their baby brother, Sydney were all best friends with Kendall, Carlos, Logan, James, and Kendall's little sister, Katie Knight. Their music producers, Gustavo Rocque for Big Time Rush, and Ronan McGuire for the DarkElements, were friends as well.
Kendall would do anything for any of them and nothing would get in his way of doing that.
"Hello?" Kendall called, stepping into the costume closet. He pushed the door open slowly, taking in the state of the room. There were clothes flung everywhere and props were all messed up. He laughed lightly as he looked around at the mess, closing the door behind him. He hadn't seen the room that bad before and was slightly surprised that it had gotten to that state.
"Hi!" Kendall jumped when Sydney Jackson-McGuire popped out in front of him, a large grin on his face, his dimples appearing in his cheeks. He scowled as Sydney laughed, his dark blue eyes sparkling, as he removed the large cowboy hat that was sitting on his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Yeah right," Kendall replied, once he calmed down. He laughed when he noticed that Sydney had at least four shirts on top of his own regular t-shirt. "What are you wearing?"
Sydney shrugged. "It's easier to move things around when it's on you than when it is all over the floor." He then looked back at Kendall and crossed his arms over his chest, looking him up and down. "What are you wearing?" He shot back, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not one that actually cares that much about fashion, but, dude, you look like my grandpa." He commented.
Kendall looked down at his outfit and rolled his eyes. So what he was wearing a light gray cardigan over a t-shirt, loose jeans, and a flat gray hat? He thought that he looked good. But…he couldn't help but notice online that a lot of people did mention that he dressed like someone's grandfather occasionally. But he liked the way that he dressed and that was all that mattered. He couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed though; because an eleven year old pointed it out and because in the back of his mind he knew that he did, indeed, look like a grandfather.
"Thanks Little Man," Kendall said with a half smile. "That really made me feel better."
"Oh." Sydney's eyes widened a little and he gave a knowing nod. "You're nervous about your hockey game tomorrow aren't you?"
"You're too smart for your own good." Kendall couldn't help but smile.
"I get that a lot," Sydney said. He gave a smug smile as he crossed his arms over his chest. "If you're looking for Riles, she's on the couch." Sydney pointed behind him. "You know, if you can find her through all of this stuff."
"Thanks." Kendall gave Sydney a high-five before he pushed his way through a bunch of clothes racks and props. He walked over to the couch, where Sydney's eldest sister, Riley, was sitting with her knees up to her chest and a pen in her mouth. "What are you doing?" He asked, dropping down next to her.
"What's it look like?" Riley asked, shifting her eyes over to him. She held out her right fist and the two of them did their handshake. She sat up, crossing her legs and dropped her pen into her mouth. "I'm supposed to be cleaning-"
"Supposed to being the keywords?" Kendall smiled.
"Exactly," Riley said with a light laugh. "Ronan's having this open house sort of thing for the company so we have to clean like crazy. Syd said that he'd help me with the costume closet and the others are cleaning out the mail room."
"Again, I'm assuming they're supposed to, but they're not," Kendall remarked, slouching down and crossing his legs at the ankles.
Kendall and Riley considered each other their best friend of each other's band, just like Logan and Rhuben considered each other their best friend of their bands. They had a lot in common; they're the leaders of their bands, had younger siblings to look after, played the guitar, had a sports obsession (him hockey, her baseball) and went to each other for advice. Well, Riley usually made it hard for Kendall to get advice, since she usually tried to help him figure out his own problems rather than tell him right out. But they were opposites as well, Riley was blunt, realistic, and open with whatever she was feeling at whatever time and Kendall was patient, thoughtful, and loyal. Riley had a knack of being serious and knowing when to have fun and Kendall was all about having fun so they enjoyed each other's company.
"Dude," Riley's eyes lit up and she smacked Kendall on the arm, getting his attention. "Check this out," Riley leaned over and grabbed her backpack from the floor. She started to root around and pulled out a notebook and a mp3 player. "Some new music that we have."
"I thought that you guys weren't making any new music this year," Kendall said. He held his hands on his stomach, angling his head to look at her. "At least, that's what you said when you guys announced it…and your abuse."
At the beginning of that summer, when the guys were on their 'All Over The World' tour, the DarkElements had gone back to their home of Sydney, Australia to take a yearlong break from recording new music after they had cranked out CD after CD for years. While there, they also took their time of announcing their break publicly as well as using it to announce the abuse that they had endured as well as them being adopted (which cleared up a lot of questions and rumors). It was a touchy subject for the guys to bring up around their friends, so they went about it carefully.
"We are," Riley agreed. She flipped through the pages of the notebook. "But we can't stop writing songs, there's too much inspiration. So we decided that well write songs but not put so much importance on it. Besides, we still have so many demos that we're working through that we might put on our new CD." She flipped the notebook open and plopped it into Kendall's lap and pointed. "Those are the lyrics." She lifted her mp3 player and stuck one earbud in her ear and then leaned close to Kendall's side, putting the other one into his ear. "Listen."
"Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the pain attached to them. Sometimes I wonder why this is happening. It's like nothing I can do would distract me when, I think of how I shot myself in the back again. 'Cause from the infinite words I could say I put all pain you gave to me on display. But didn't realize instead of setting it free I, took what I hated and made it a part of me."
Kendall nodded along with the music and then pulled the earbud back out of his ear when the demo had finished. It was a short one with only the verse and what he assumed would be the melody to the rest of the song. "It's good," he said honestly. "I like the rap motif it's got there."
"Thanks." Riley gave a proud smile as she wrapped the headphones around the mp3 player. "We got a lot of good feedback with Forgotten on our last album, with the whole rap idea so we thought it would be good if we brought it back again here." She shrugged. "But we haven't fully decided if we're gonna use this demo or not."
"Speaking of, how's your CD doing back home?" Kendall laid down on his side, stretching out on the couch, resting his head on the arm rest, keeping his feet on the floor so Riley had space on the couch. "Do you know the certification yet?"
"Not for another month." Riley twisted her mouth to the side. "But we did get some reviews for our songs off of it." She sat up straight. "Hey Little Man," she called. A few seconds later, Sydney pushed his way through a stack of clothes, now having a football jersey over his own clothes with a fedora on his head.
"Yeah?" He asked, sitting on the side of the couch.
"D'you remember the review that we got for Emotionless?" Riley asked. She widened her eyes at her baby brother and tilted her head over to Kendall. "Hockey-Head here really wants to know what they said."
"Do not!" Kendall tapped her on the arm with his foot.
"Sure." Sydney pulled his phone from his pocket and started to navigate to a website as Riley grabbed Kendall's foot under her arm and pulled off his shoe, tickling the bottom of his foot. Kendall laughed and pulled his foot away, sitting up. He leaned over, moving his hands towards her sides.
"Don't even think about it," she warned. She grabbed onto Sydney and pulled him into her lap. "I have a barrier, you can't get to me now." She stuck her tongue out at Kendall, causing him to stick his out back at her.
"Oh, here it is!" Sydney lowered his phone from his face and turned it horizontally so he could read it clearer.
Emotionless is the eleventh song on the Black portion of the DarkElements' sixth studio album Black and White. Itis a co-write between DE's Riley Jackson and Big Time Rush's Kendall Knight and features the two of them on vocals. Most people wouldn't think that two bands that were supposed to be rivals (or two music genres that are total opposites of each other) would be able to create such a good song. When he was young, Kendall's father left his family and the feelings of that are represented here. The mysteriousness of Jackson's verse, which is a staple among DE's songs, is evident here as well. The acoustics are great, as well as the lyrics, and despite the depressing subject matter, they manage to make a somewhat uplifting song, especially the last chorus. This track has a sort of rising and falling feel to it. It starts off quiet and slow, then picks up for the chorus, then slows down again for the second verse, then builds up during the bridge, and then explodes for a final chorus before slowing down for a mellow ending.
"Cool." Kendall picked at the leather bracelet that was on his wrist.
"You could be a bit more enthusiastic about it," Riley said, her eyebrows furrowing together as she frowned. "What's wrong?" She studied Kendall carefully, a hint of concern in her eyes.
Kendall sighed loudly, knowing that he shouldn't try to deny it. Sometimes he forgot that the Jacksons were so perceptive of how other people were feeling. There were times that he liked it and times that he hated it. This time, he wasn't so sure what the feeling was.
"You're still coming to the hockey game tomorrow, right?" Kendall asked.
"That's what you're nervous about?" Riley raised an eyebrow and exchanged looked with Sydney. He shook his head, giving a cross between a smile and a relaxed look, before the two of them looked back over at Kendall, who looked even more nervous than he did seconds before. "Kendall, you're worrying over nothing."
"Yeah," Sydney piped up. He nodded. "You guys are great hockey players and just like all of the other times you've plaid, you make us proud."
"Yeah, but those were scrimmages." Kendall kept his gaze on his leather bracelet, still picking at it with his nails. He then lifted his hand to his mouth and started to bite at his fingernails. Riley reached over and knocked his hand out of his mouth.
Kendall looked at her and he saw that she was looking at him seriously.
"That doesn't make a difference," she said calmly. "Just play as if it was your last and you'll play like you always do." She tilted her head to the side. "Do you think that I would just tell you this for my health?"
"No." Kendall shook his head.
"So don't doubt me, boofhead." Riley exaggeratedly rolled her eyes, causing her brother to laugh. Kendall gave half smile, wanting to laugh as well, but was too nervous, thinking about the game. He wouldn't be so nervous if it weren't for the fact that it was for charity. Putting something like that onto a game that he typically enjoyed made it feel more real to him.
Sydney's phone buzzed in his hands and he opened a text message. "Ronan says that we can go and that he'll meet us at home later," He announced, turning to Riley. He then turned back to the costume closet and made a face. "Ooh, we probably should have cleaned more."
"We'll just blame it on Patrick somehow," Riley said, allowing Sydney to stand up before she got up as well. She then took the chance to look Kendall over. "Why are you dressed like my grandpa?"
Sydney laughed loudly as Kendall scowled, rolling his eyes. She used to be their stylist, that's what Gustavo had specifically hired her for when she and her siblings had signed contracts to work with Rocque Records two years ago. Even though she didn't style them anymore, at least not under contract, there were many times where Gustavo would call and demand that she did it, and other times she did it when she felt like it. And she was never hesitant to fix or comment on any of the guys's clothes when she saw something wrong.
"Just for that." Kendall stood up and held her notebook over his head. Riley and Sydney both flinched for a moment, but quickly calmed down. "You're not getting this back." He gave her a teasing smile.
Riley's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you want to lose your hand?"
"Not particularly."
"Then drop the notebook."
Kendall continued to hold the notebook above his head while Riley jumped up and down, trying to reach it. He merely watched as she continued to try and grab it. Sydney just stood off to the side, watching the two with a large smile on his face, his hands in his shorts pockets. Kendall tilted his head back and studied the notebook.
"Why are some of the pages dog-eared?" he asked.
"Because." Riley tried jumping up again, this time waving her arms, but still completely missed the notebook. "Those pages are private. Every song that I or we," she motioned to her brother. "Have written, are inspired by things that have happened to us. Some of that is really personal, so when Ronan wants to see what we've written, we dog-ear the pages that he's not allowed to see. And for that matter, neither are you!"
She jumped onto the couch and then onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and leaning over his shoulder. She reached up and grabbed the notebook, tossing it down to her brother before resting her arms on his shoulder.
"I hate you," she said.
"No you don't." Kendall smiled as he lowered her to the floor.
"I know," Riley said. She put her arm around Sydney's shoulders. "C'mon, we don't want to keep the others waiting." Kendall, Sydney, and Riley left the costume closet, turning off the lights and locking the door behind them, before going down to the lobby. Riley left the keys to the costume closet with the receptionist, Annaleigh, before the three of them went outside Blazing Phoenix Records, when they spotted the others. "Hey, I hope we didn't keep you guys waiting long."
"Not really," Patrick shook his head. "Just a few minutes, Ronan only just sent us the text." He rocked back and forth on his feet. "Besides, James and Carlos were starting to make more messes than what we were cleaning up." He nodded over to the hockey sticks that they were trying to hide behind their backs.
Noah laughed quietly. "It was a welcome change though; I was getting tired of trying to remember where we had put all of the stamps."
"Cool thing was, finding all of the old fan-mail that got lost," Rhuben said. Then she shook her head. "Though I don't think we need more ping-pong balls or ping-pong paddles, we have enough to last us a lifetime." She turned to Kendall, nodding over at Logan, Carlos, and James. "These three said you all wanted to go to the hockey rink?"
"Just to get some last minute practice in," Carlos said, taking his stick from behind his back. He mimed shooting a goal.
"But." Noah blinked once. "It's cold there."
Kendall laughed along with his three best friends. While they had grown up in Minnesota and were used to the cold, the Jacksons had lived in Australia, Texas, and California, and were used to the warm weather. They hated anything to do with the cold and loudly complained if they were forced into something that had to do with it. When Big Time Rush had taken them with them to Minnesota for Christmas, they refused to leave the house without at least five layers of clothes underneath their jackets. The hockey rink wasn't nearly as cold as that, but from the way that the Jackson reacted, you would think that they would be stepping into a blizzard.
"Practice makes perfect," Logan said. "Besides, if you guys help us practice for the game tomorrow, we'll be sure to make it up to you somehow."
"I think somehow is the key word there," Sydney commented. He looked both ways before stepping off of the sidewalk and starting to walk through the parking lot. "Might as well, we don't have anything better to do."
Kendall, Logan, Carlos, James, Patrick, Noah, Riley, and Rhuben started to follow him across the parking lot to their cars. On the way, they passed a group of guys that were walking down the street towards them. When they spotted Riley and Rhuben, they started to make cat-calls and wolf-whistles as they watched the two girls walk by them. Kendall glanced at them before turning back to the girls, who hardly batted an eye.
"How do you do that?" He asked all of a sudden.
"Do what?" Riley asked, turning to look at him.
"How did you ignore those guys?" He asked, motioning behind them. "I mean, they were blatantly being…rude, and you didn't do or say anything."
"Really?" Rhuben looked over her shoulder and then shrugged. "I didn't even notice." She looked over at Riley who nodded in agreement. "It's not even that big of a deal, like those idiots even have a chance."
"Now when they're around at least." Riley laughed, motioning to Patrick and Noah, who looked annoyed. Even though they were younger than Riley and Rhuben by two, three years, they had a tendency to be overprotective when it came to people that they could potentially date or male fans. "They probably just recognize us from our band. It happens a lot. I'm sure girls do that to you guys too, flirt with you all the time."
"No." Logan denied.
"Not really." Carlos added, looking sad.
"Speak for yourselves." James said with a grin as he ran a hand through his silky locks.
"It's not even just that," Kendall continued as he stopped walking, causing the others to stop as well. "You're the epitome of what people would call 'bad girls'." He used air quotes around the words.
"I wouldn't say that, Eyebrows."
The nickname caused Kendall to roll his eyes at the dig to his uniquely large eyebrows.
Ever since he had met her, she was constantly calling him by a nickname and never by his real name. It seemed that every time he saw her, she had a new nickname for him and they were always the kind of nicknames that got on his nerves. The one that she decided to give him the most was 'Hockey-Head', based off of his obsession for the sport. It annoyed him at first, but that was the one that he got used to the most.
"It's true," Logan said with a nod. "And in the music industry it's what everyone generally pays attention to. Your black clothes, the music that you guys do, the way you act, the fact that to most people you're so mysterious-"
"Ok, now you're exaggerating." Patrick interrupted him, slapping his hand over Logan's mouth. "Most of what you just said is just for our media image."
"But it's the things that you guys have done too, it only adds onto your image. You don't take crap from anyone; you're not even scared of Gustavo." Kendall continued.
Noah gave a modest smile.
Kendall looked away for a moment and then looked back at Riley. "I bet a lot of people would like to learn to be like that."
"Look," Rhuben rubbed her forehead. "It's not something that you could learn."
"Yeah," Riley moved her hands into the back pockets of her jeans. "It's just…something that you are, or it's the personality that you have. Just because we're not as open as other people and we're not into the bright girly colors…" she trailed off as she shrugged. "Besides, you're acting like you want to learn how to be a 'bad-boy. Not that it would matter, you couldn't be a bad-boy to save your life. Your act against WayneWayne wasn't even that convincing."
"With your help it could be." Kendall insisted, his face blank.
"I told you, it's not something that you can teach."
"I bet you could," Kendall retorted.
Logan turned to attention. It was like he had some sort of sixth-sense when something was going to go wrong. He was right about 90% of the time, and usually tried to keep something bad from happening. But this seemed like it was going to be interesting more than anything else.
"Did I hear the word 'bet'?" he asked a mischievous smile on his face.
"I think I did," Sydney said, holding up a index finger, his eyes flashing mischievously.
"You did," Kendall agreed and then paused the game. He turned to face Riley. "I bet you that you can teach me how to be a 'bad boy'." He said using quotes around the words. "How to be a proper one, not the one that I pretended to be to get Gustavo and Griffin off of my back."
"What about the 'not-turning-your-back-on-your-friends' crap that you spewed out last time?" Rhuben reminded him. "What happened to that?"
"Yeah," James reached out and slapped Kendall on the chest. "You're not going to give up on the band are you?" He then smiled, seeming to have second thoughts. "Then again, if you're not there, I have a better chance of branching out to go solo."
"Hey!" Carlos cried, insulted.
"And you can be my backup dancer." James continued, putting an arm around Carlos's shoulders, causing him to beam and give James an excited hug in reply. James, when he was sure Carlos wasn't looking, then turned to the others and mouthed the words 'no he's not'.
"So if we're going to do this," Kendall rubbed his chin with his hand, trying to think of the parameters of the bet. "It has to take a while; it can't just be in a week's worth of time."
"Anyone can help?" Riley asked, her eyebrows rising as she exchanged glances with Rhuben. "I mean, 'cause there may be some things every now and then that I might need my siblings to help me with."
"No problem, Sis." Rhuben reassured her. "I'm sure the kids would love to help."
"Sounds good to me," Patrick agreed.
Riley nodded at her twin before rolling her eyes skyward. "Even though I know that there's no way that I can do this, 'cause like I said before, it's not teachable," she said it in a sing-song voice.
"Anyone can help," Kendall agreed. "Only thing is that they can't be stuck in the punishment depending on who loses the bet, it's only between you and me."
"Nothing illegal though." Logan jumped in, always the one that was conscious of the consequences of their actions. He was probably the only one that thought ahead on things like that before he went along with everyone with some sort of plan that Kendall came up with. "And it can't be harmful to our image or work with Gustavo." He added. "Kelly and Gustavo already worked hard enough on the way we're being perceived in the media and I don't want their hard work to be compromised."
"I don't think Ronan would be happy with it either," Noah agreed.
"That's fine." Riley sucked her lips into her mouth before looking back up the sidewalk. Her eyes moved back and forth across the street before she crossed her arms over her chest and jutting out her right hip. She smirked a little as she tilted her head back to look at Kendall. "What does the loser get?" Riley asked, seeming to mull it over.
"We can figure it out later." Kendall leaned forward, holding out his right hand. "Deal?"
"Hockey-Head." Riley grabbed his hand with hers. "You've got a deal."
They shook on it.
"To make this official, let's start tomorrow, because it's the beginning of the week," Kendall said as they started to walk again. "We can start after the hockey game. Cool?"
He held out his right fist. Riley recognized it and rolled his eyes, knowing that he wanted to do their 'special handshake' to seal the deal.
"Alright, but this is so stupid," Riley held her right fist out and pressed it against his; they then twisted their wrists so with their knuckles still pressed together they gave each other a thumbs up.
She then nodded and Kendall smiled to himself, happy that she was willing to do this. He knew it was a privilege for him. She never let people get close. After about two years, he was quite aware of that. She was complicated – either happy or depressed, and that could change in a moment. She was lonely, she was outgoing. She hid her troubles so well that sometimes he was sure she was perfect. To him she was smart, talented, witty, and spontaneous. With her jet black hair (with red streaks), dark blue eyes, and a smirk that was her default smile, she wasn't built like a super model. She was better.
Whenever she laid her blue eyes on him, he felt as if she was looking into his soul. But Riley wasn't innocent, she was far from that. She was sarcastic. She was outspoken, never afraid to speak her mind. She told it like it was. She never really thought before she said anything. She wasn't afraid of anybody. It was one of the things that made the two of them such good friends. That and because they had a lot in common; being leaders of their bands, playing the guitar, having younger siblings… Kendall always went to her for advice and they were interested in a lot of the same things. Because she was his best friend and he would do anything for her.
She was everything he never went for.
And she was all he could think about.
A/N: So if you follow us on twitter you'll notice that I've changed my mind on how this first chapter has gone at least four times now (and I'm still not completely satisfied). But I hope that you guys liked it. Oh, you're going to see more of the Jacksons' home life with Ronan in this story, so I hope you're excited for that.
Yeah, I'm back after two weeks. That was long enough for a break for me. But because I said that I was (originally) taking a break until march, I'll a update on March 1st to make it up to you. Because this is the only story I'm working on (for now) it'll be updated 2-3 times a week, or just when I feel that it's time to update. It took me a while to decide between this story and Unsheltered and I got some people's opinion and finally did a randomizer site to choose one. I took the list of all of the stories I had coming up on our tumblr and put it into a randomizer and decided which one to go with, depending on which of the two came up first and this one did. So I'm doing this, then Words, Hands, Hearts, then Unsheltered, then Havoc. I'm not sure about the others yet.
So I plan it so that I only work on one story at a time and when I'm done with said story, I'm taking a week off before I upload a new one. So a week off in between each new upload. How does that sound?
The plot of the story was originally going to be when they were on tour, but I realized that with the timeline that that wouldn't work. I got the idea of this from some parts of the timeline we hadn't shown in a story before. The only thing I'm note sure of is whether or not Jo should be back or still in New Zealand when this story takes place, so what you guys think would be helpful. I'll update again soon.
*As a disclaimer, I don't own the review to Emotionless, it's from a review for Good Charlotte and tweaked a little to fit this story.*
Cheers,
-Riles