This sorta just popped into my head out of nowhere so it's probably really dumb but whatever! Enjoyyy! Might be a multichapter...I dunno :P oh and this is set to take place in the future a few years, like the guys aren't teens anymore, they're in their 20's. Ugh, it sounds confusing now...just read, it'll make sense, I promise!

Logan's alarm clock went off at 5AM rather than 6 that morning, causing the man to groan and practically throw his phone away from his bed stand. He rubbed his eyes and let out a sigh; there was no use in going back to bed for an hour, so he decided to just stay awake and get ready a little earlier...hey, at least he wouldn't have to rush.

He flicked on his TV carelessly, hoping the noises would keep his tired eyes open. The news instantly flashed onto the screen; he must've left it on the previous night before falling asleep. A middle-aged lady stood there with a huge smile attached to her face. She was yammering on about some guys that went by the name of "Big Time Rush". That's what caught his attention. It sounded so familiar, yet it didn't entirely ring a bell.

"Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, and James Diamond are sweeping the nation with their music and good looks; so the question is...are you going to hop aboard this bandwagon and become a Rusher yourself?"

"What?" Logan sat up groggily and stared at the TV. There stood his best friends; I mean, sure he knew they were in a band and they even lived at the hotel he worked for...but they were that big?

He felt a small pit feeling form into his gut when he remembered that he turned down the opportunity years ago. He wanted to be a doctor; joining some silly band seemed like a dumb idea...but the idea of becoming a doctor was thrown out of the window when he failed his admission test. So there he was; stuck as an assistant manager at the Palmwoods Hotel, constantly being mocked by all the future stars...something that he could've very well had been if he just chose a different option.

Logan slammed his head back down onto his pillow with a grunt, "I'm such an idiot." he snapped back up, though, when his hand felt as if it were to be vibrating. He glanced at a lit up, ringing, cell phone and then spotted his boss Bitters name across the screen.

"Hello?" Logan questioned bleakly.

"Logan, I need you to work early today. Buddha Bob spilled the garbage can in the lobby and you need to clean it up for me."

"Are you serious?" Logan sighed heavily.

"You live right upstairs, just put on your uniform and come downstairs. Hurry, people are going to start coming down soon and I cannot have them see this mess!"

"Fine." Logan added, "I'll be right there."

So without hesitating, Logan literally rolled out from his bed and grabbed his yellow button down shirt. He pulled on some slacks and added a tie, getting a hold of his suit jacket on his way out the door.

The second he stepped out of the elevator, he noticed that he hadn't done his hair and that it was still flopped down on his forehead; it'd have to do for that day.

"Clean it up." Bitters snapped, leaning against his desk and shoving a French fry into his mouth, "Go on." He shooed his hand in Logan's direction and watched as the man dropped to his knees and put out his hands for Buddha Bob to toss him a bad and some gloved. The smell was atrocious and made his stomach turn.

He cringed and picked up banana peels, along with used plastic plates, and napkins and paper towels. He felt even worse when people started to cross the lobby and give him odd looks. His cheeks became bright red and he tried to look down to take the attention away from himself, but Bitters wouldn't have it. Every few seconds, he'd snicker and ask "Almost done?" causing the entire crowd of people to look his way and giggle a little bit.

Suddenly, things got silent, minus the few gasps and squeals.

"It's Big Time Rush!" One girl called out.

Strutting through the lobby, Jennifer-style, were three men, wearing the most expensive of all clothes; their hair done perfectly to match the quality of their outfits. As James past Logan, he kicked some of the trash with a sneer. Carlos laughed at what his friend had did and added to the nastiness by throwing a gum wrapper to the pile. Kendall stopped, though, causing his pals to become shocked.

"So this is what you wanted, aye?" Kendall asked in a snarky tone, "You were too good for a boyband so you went off to become a doctor-oh...wait..." He chuckled.

"You know what, Knight?!" Logan stood up with anger in his eyes.

"You wanna know what? I'm successful and your nothing more than...some miserable hotel manager."

"That's it." Logan shoved Kendall away from him, only resulting in Bitters dashing over in a frenzy.

"LOGAN! Get your hands off of Kendall! He's famous, you can't just go over there and attack him!" The chubby man exclaimed, "Now get back to picking up the trash! It's starting to make the lobby smell!"

"My life sucks." Logan mumbled under his breath, bending back over to finish his job.

"It really does." James, Carlos, and Kendall burst into laughter as they walked off and continued to snicker at what a failure their friend had become. He could've been a star like them, but he chose to leave it...and now look at him. Nothing more than some miserable hotel manager, sounds about right, actually...that's all he'd ever be, anyways.

Yeah; soo...continue or not? If you want more, than I'll add it...but if not, this will stay a one-shot! :) thanks for reading!

xoxo

~EMiLiE