OMFGBTR! Happy Birthday Jamie! I LOVE YOU! Whoa. I just said that out loud. Now I know I'm insane… Anyway, I bet the new episode "Big Time Merchandise" was THE bestest ever birthday present ever! AAAAAHHH! I am still totally fangirling! SMELLEVATE! O_o
Enjoy this story about James' Birthday! Just so you know, it is NOT a One-Shot…
Disclaimer: If I owned Big Time Rush...I would marry Kendall or Logan and then send myself some BTR Horse shampoo, Toilet brushes, and Action Zombie Flying Figure Thingamajiggers...
The moment his eyelids fluttered open, the sunlight flooded his vision. James lifted his hand and shielded his eyes from the blinding light. As he adjusted to the brightness, he glanced over to the other bed in the room, which usually housed a sleeping Carlos on a sunny Saturday like today. Oddly, the bright red covers had nothing under them. James swung his feet off his bed and made his way to the bathroom. There was no sign of anyone anywhere.
As he opened the door, he noticed that he was more tired than when he had gone to sleep last night. He also had a dull headache. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and sighed. Opening them, he grimaced at the sight of his reflection. His usually vibrant tanned skin was strangely pale, and there were bags under his dark brown eyes. James groaned and washed his face, and applied concealer to hide the dark circles. Today he didn't really have the energy needed to spend half an hour on his hair. Yawning, he plodded to the kitchen for some cereal. He had just pulled out a bowl when he heard a scratching noise from behind him. Putting down a spoon, James cautiously approached the couch.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
One second he was standing upright, and the next, the tall brunette was curled into a ball on the floor, clutching his throbbing head in pain. Hyperventilating, he groaned and felt himself be pulled up from the clammy tiles.
"James. James! Can you hear me?" A vaguely familiar voice aroused him from his stupor. Vision blurred and head still aching, James slowly opened his mouth and tried to put weight on his feet.
"Oh. My. God. WE KILLED HIM!" Carlos could be seen and very much heard in a panic, pacing back and forth, fidgeting.
"Relax, he's okay. He just fainted," reassured Logan after he had splashed James' face with water. "Bring some food and a full bottle of water."
James slowly came to, and sat himself up on his knees. He rubbed his temples and shook his head, dazed. "Did I faint or something?"
"Yeah. When was the last time you drank fluids?" Logan asked, concerned.
"Uhh…I think…last night before dinner." James' words seemed slurred, and his movements were still sluggish.
"Well, okay. Get up to bed and we'll bring you some food." Kendall, Carlos, Mrs. Knight, and Katie knew to stay out of Logan's way. He was the junior doctor, and knew nearly everything you could imagine. James clutched onto the countertop, and heaved himself to his feet. He was now sweating and shivering. But before he could take even one step, he felt incredibly lightheaded and swayed on his feet. Logan, seeing the impending injury, instinctively steadied his friend by the shoulders.
"You all right?" Logan helped James take a few footsteps forward before an answer came.
"I-I-I think I-I'm s-sick, Logie." James had never been so frightened in his life. Never before had he fainted, or been so sweaty and shivery at the same time, or felt so incredibly gross.
"I know, Jamie. You have a fever and a cold."
"Th-that's it?" He felt a little better now, knowing that it was just a cold. But you can't faint just from a cold, can you?
James was now resting, trying to get to sleep. But he couldn't, not when he felt like a Hot Pocket in a freezer. Logan was still trying to get the fever of 101.9 to break, by keeping James covered in icy-cold washcloths. And adding to the long list of horribleness, he was completely congested with a stuffy nose and cough. There was nothing James hated more than being sick. The barfing, the sweating, the shivering, the snot, the sluggishness, and the barfing. He hoped with all his heart that there was nothing wrong with his stomach. The only thought going through his mind was, "Eeewwww. I feel like crap." Although he knew that everyone was doing their best to help, James couldn't stop feeling sorry for himself.
So he lay there, feeling the washcloths lose their cold against his burning skin. He heard the door creak, and all his friends piled in.
"Hey, we heard you were sick, so we came to visit." Camille said, tossing her brown hair to the side with a wave.
"Hey, dude. I wrote a song for you." Guitar Dude lifted his instrument and sang, "James, we hope you get better soon!"
"I brought Plungy," Buddha Bob said, waving his favorite plunger.
Kelly nudged Gustavo, who reluctantly held out a bouquet of flowers. "We uh…came to say hi and…you know, we, uh, we're all really bummed out that you're sick." As much as Gustavo hated showing affection to his Dogs, you could tell in his eyes that he really was upset.
"And…and you can use my Sippy-Cup if you want to. I put Mountain Dew in it." Carlos smiled and set his special blue sippy-cup on James' bedside table.
"And the best part! Your fever has reduced to-" Logan stuck a thermometer into James' ear and when it beeped, checked it. "-Ninety-nine point three. So now you can enjoy this cake, handmade by Kendall, Katie, and Mama K!"
The three came into the room holding the largest birthday cake a guy could ever want. It was red and blue, with orange icing spelling out "Happy birthday, Jamie!"
James grinned from ear to ear. He had never been so happy on a sick day. No, he had pretty much never been so happy. "You guys, a-all of you. You g-guys are amazing. Really. Th-thank you."
"Time for cake!" shouted Mr. Bitters, wearing a rather large cone birthday hat. "When I heard that one of my Hockey-Head Hooligans got sick, I realized that I wouldn't have anything to do today, because there won't be anyone causing ruckus in my lobby. So I came!"
James decided to be nice to him, this one time. "Thanks, Mr. Bitters." The grumpy PalmWoods manager was smiling, something that you don't often see.
When the happy birthday song was over, James was even happier than before.
"Now blow out your candles!" Katie cheered from beside him. James didn't have to think.
"I wish for today. This is the best birthday ever, even though the getting sick part was the lousiest present I have ever gotten. I have all my friends here, and the only thing that could make it better is if this cake had strawberries in it."
"I knew it! I knew he would like strawberries! I told you!" Kendall exclaimed. James gasped. You wouldn't have guessed it, but strawberries were James's secret weakness. He blew out the candles and everyone cheered. Although he was sick, James David Diamond might as well have been the happiest person on Earth.
It's a strange place to end a chapter, but you know.
I loved the new episode! Logan got pantsed by James and Kendall and Carlos in third grade! Apparently they have Katy Perry horse shampoo and One Direction toilet brushes! I want one of Zayn! AAAAHHH! Those action dolls were so stupid. BUT I WANT THEM!
Action Kendall: "Action Kendall make a boom-boom! Better change me!"
Real Kendall: "I DO NOT SAY THAT!"
OMFGBTR they named their perfume SMELLIVATE! And they added pulverized hockey puck… ;)
Hahahahahaha…I laughed so much. My dad came in the room when I was watching and was all like…Uhhhhmmm…I'm gonna leave now.
Happy 22nd birthday, James David Maslow!
Peace love, and ELEVATE!
P.S. I realize this birthday wish is eighteen minutes late…DANGNABBIT!