AN: Alright ya'll...chapter 2! I really want to get these up, so I'm speed-updating tonight. Hope you all like!

Disclaimer: Still don't own the Boys.

Dahlia POV

"Well why are you here if you don't like me so much?"

"Because I like the old boy band music. I don't like you specifically."

"I think you do."

"I know I don't."

"Go on a date with me."

Go on a date with me.

Go on a date with me.

I never thought ever that I would hear those words, directed at me, from James Maslow's angelic mouth. I didn't want to be like the squeeing fangirl everyone knew I was, I wanted him to think I was completely different. But James' cockiness was a little annoying. So annoyingly sweet.

He looked lovely tonight. It was after his performance as Big Time Rush, the Jonas Brothers were playing at the moment, and my friend Mira was watching them as I sat alone. James' hair was slightly damp, probably from a quick shower he took, because he didn't smell neither sweaty nor like intense cologne. He smelled like vanilla mostly. But not a bland vanilla, the kind that makes your insides melt from the intense pure aroma. He wore a purple V neck tee under a gray and purple plaid button up flannel. Dark, low slung jeans barely stayed on his hipbones; they threatened to slip at any moment. His hazel eyes sparkled under the many colored lights flashing from the stage. He was indeed just so pretty.

"Uh," I froze, unable to truly comprehend, "you're kidding."

"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p.'

"You totally are. And…you're…old. You're old." Old? That's the only excuse I had?

He scoffed. "I'm only twenty. You're what, eighteen? Nineteen?"

My face morphed into an un-amused 'really, now?' face. "I'm seventeen actually." I turned to the bar to get water; he made it too hot in here. I felt like pouring it down my shirt it was so hot. Then again, he would enjoy it way too much. Better not give him the satisfaction.

I could practically hear the smirk as I paid and took a drink. I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned down slightly, chest ghosting against my back. "Well, you're the age of consent aren't you?"

The drink was sprayed across the floor; I looked up at him, jaw slack. A laugh rumbled in his chest, "I'm just saying, we're allowed to date."

"Uh huh, now you're gonna tell me you don't care about sex." I face-palmed mentally. I was being totally smooth the one of the four guys of my dreams. Mhmm. Totally.

"No, I totally care about sex. Love it, actually. Kind of addicted. But since I can tell you're a closet BTR fangirl, one who is probably part of the PalmWoods, BTR Kink, and Big Time Rush communities on LiveJournal, aaannd probably read the Big Time Rush fanfiction, you know how we all have wonderful sexy-times." I made the mistake of taking another drink, because that ended up sprayed on the floor as well. I turned to him again, trying to back up slightly. He was so close.

"I—you—you read those? The fanfics and the communities?"

"Oh yeah, we all do, it gives us new ideas in fact." He had the audacity to smirk while I was flabbergasted.

I gave credit to Carlos mentally as I thought of puppies and cupcakes and kittens to regain my composure. "Do you tell everyone this or am I just special? Because this is pretty intense stuff to be telling a person. It could have a way of killing your careers." I playfully seethed. Actually annoyed with his antics now, but having fun.

He smiled a genuine smile, one that was unlike his photo shoot smiles, one that reached his eyes and made them twinkle brightly, that also melted my heart. "I trust you. And you are indeed very special. Already."

I exhaled shakily. The sweet look on his face showed that he wasn't kidding. His eyes showed it.

I was thrown out of my reverie when someone slammed into my side. Hard. "Hey pretty lady." A man slurred. "Wanna come home with me tonight?" This drunken guy garbled at me rudely, eyebrows waggling, hands on my waist. "Get lost fuck-o." I snapped then practically growled at him. I tried to turn back to James. Drunken Dickhead didn't let go.

"But you're so pretty—" One hands drifted up to my breast while the other snatched the nape of my neck.

My fingers circled Drunken Guy's throat, my long nails digging in to the thin skin leaving crescent shaped indents. (They were oddly sharp...I must have gotten a little too enthusiastic while filing earlier.) "Get. Off. Before I make you bleed, douchebag."

James grabbed me and pulled me behind him while I flailed at the sudden movement. The guy flew out of my grasp before he could start another sentence or reach for me again; my nails raked across his skin when James pulled me, probably drawing blood…oops. (Not.) James held me behind his back in a protective stance, ready to pounce. Drunken Guy's friends came didn't they…I can't believe I drug him into—

James took a steadying breath as he straightened slightly. "Thanks, Kendall." Whaaaaaa?

"No problem, man." A distinctive voice growled out. I peeked over James's shoulder, I was only a little shorter than him, so looking over his shoulder wasn't too hard. A man I adored very much stood there, holding Drunken Guy by the neck onto a wall. The very-much-adored-guy was indeed Kendall. Kendall as in Schmidt. Standing there. Saving me.

Whaaaaa?

I get that they were probably all walking around the venue, but the chance of two of them saving me? That was almost next to none.

"Uh, James, you can let me go now." I tried slipping out of his grip, to no avail, "And not that I don't appreciate it," I breathed, hopping a little to get loose of his clasp on my forearms, "but I totally could have handled that."

James' muscles were still tense as his light, yet protective, hold lessened; finally letting me slip out of it.

As the guy ran off it was Kendall who spoke, "Hey, I never mind saving a pretty girl from drunken dickheads, just sayin'." He smiled that Kendall smile, the one where that little white fang peeks out, I internally fangirl!swooned. Kendall was lovely.

"K-dog, meet…well then. I feel stupid. What is your name?" James flashed me that wonderful smile again as he leaned on the bar seductively.

Kendall rolled his emerald eyes, flopped his head in James' direction, plastering on his 'you're an idiot' face as he did so.

He voiced his obvious opinion under his breath. I giggled.

"I'm Dahlia." I held out my hand to Kendall, seeing as he was the new one to this conversation. But I was surprised when it wasn't Kendall or James grasping my hand delicately. I turned to the person.

A breathy voice spoke low in my ear, "My favorite flower." I gasped and jumped-turned. Logan. As in Henderson. His hair had grown out slightly, but the black-brown locks still looked like the softest fur. I think Logan had the quirkiest smile, it was so ridiculously crooked, but it made him irresistibly adorable.

I smiled at the adrenaline-junkie-back-flipping cutie as I realized something, "Alright everyone else is here so where's—"

"RAAAHHHHH!"

"Never mind."

So, after Carlos coming over and dragging Kendall and Logan with him into the mosh pits, and inviting me along, we all sat at one of the round tables near the bar. I sat to the right of Logan and to the left of James, while Kendall was to Logan's left and Carlos to James' right. It made sense. Since everyone knew that the main boyfriends were Kogan and Jarlos.

"I told you moshing is fun!" Carlos yelled excitedly.

"Moshing is not fun." James grumbled, holding a cold coke can to the back of his head.

"It is when you take advice from showverse!Carlos and wear a hockey helmet." Carlos said, patting said helmet.

"You didn't have to come you know." Logan reminded, lifting his eyebrows.

"Yes, but then I'd look like a wimp to her." James said, tipping his head at me as he grimaced.

I stuck my tongue out at him and patted his shoulder.

"And thank you, dear Logan, for swiping me out of there…" I faded off, remembering a very un-fun-filled moshing experience that involved a broken nose and sprained ankle.

"My pleasure milady." He said, doing his showy half-bow from the high spin-y bar stool.

"Hey D," Kendall spoke, then paused, "Can I call ya D?" I nodded happily; I've never ever had a nickname that cute before… He continued, "I know it's weird considering you, technically, barely know us…but do you wanna spend the day with us tomorrow? We're headed to Chicago and we wanted to go sightseeing or whatever."

I knew my eyes lit up as a big gin split my face, "I'd love to, I live only an hour south of here, and only an hour away from Chicago, so it's not that much of a jaunt." I looked over to James with an 'I was gonna say yes to you anyway' face. He smiled knowingly.

Carlos' face lit up, "Oooo! Are you gonna come to our Chicago concert?"

I debated agreeing and seeming too eager, telling them I already had tickets (VIP tickets actually, where you get to meet the band in the tour bus afterwards) or being aloof and saying I couldn't, then surprise them.

Logan scoffed, "Dude, I highly doubt she's that obsessed with us." He looked at me with an obvious 'please be that obsessed with us' look, with a little toothy half grin and questioning eyes.

Surprising them won over the obvious fangirl. "Sorry but…I kinda already have previous engagements…" all their faces fell a little, only James looked at me funny, "but I would absolutely love to spend the day with all of you."

James' face lit up the most as he put an arm across my shoulders. Carlos spun a few circles on the barstool excitedly; Logan and Kendall gave their happiest smiles. "Sorry if we seem eager," James said slowly, "but you're really different than the other girls we have met. And I'll tell ya what; Carlos doesn't invite just anyone to mosh with us." I giggled at his sentiments. Carlos blushed.

Kendall's face was bunched in worry, "How old are you? Aren't you a little young to be here by yourself if you live an hour away?" And with that I remembered Mira.

"FUCK!"

They all jumped a little.

"My friend! I didn't tell her I moved from my spot." I texted Mira a quick 'hey I'm over at the bar with BTR.' Earning a 'lol your so funny' from her, not believing me. She would see eventually. "Sorry, I met up with Mira here tonight and I kinda forgot about her. And yeah, I'm only seventeen, I'll ask my mother, but I'm 90% sure she'd be okay with it. I mean, she knows how obsessed I am." Fuck.

"Aha!" Carlos shouted at Logan, "I told you she's obsessed." Logan only rolled his eyes.