A/N I do not own Big Time Rush or Bob the builder, MTV or any other brand name I mention in this story.

James POV

I went upstairs to the apartment, showered, blow dried my hair to perfection, and sat down. I turned on the TV and Bob the Builder was on.

" I kinda of like this show…" I scanned the room hoping no one was there and proceeded to watch a little kid's show. Or at least I tried to watch it. What is Mitch doing right now? I've never had these feelings about her up until recently. Every time she would come over I felt so clumsy as opposed to my normal suave-ness.

I was deep in thought when I heard the door slam and things dropping on the floor followed by multiple plops beside me on the couch. I groaned.

"Busted again!" Kendall said taking the remote from me, "Bob the Builder?" he shook his head causing his blonde locks to fall in his face.

"Dude, that's almost as funny as you getting pranked by Mitch." Carlos hit my shoulder playfully. Kendall changed the channel to some MTV junk. "Now this is what I'm talking about." Kendall put his hands behind his head and became engrossed in the TV.

"Hey are you ok, man?" Logan was probably the only one who actually noticed I wasn't myself.

"Ummm…yeah…dude…sure." I got up and went to the balcony. I can't get this girl out of my head.

Mitch POV

I ran upstairs and into my apartment.

"The hammer! Use the hammer Bob!" I heard my best friend, Isabella say to the TV.

Must be Bob the Builder. Again. Isn't that James guilty pleasure too? Stop it! NO more James!

"Hey, Isabella, can I ask you something?" I came and sat down next to her.

"Sure…" she looked kinda worried. She knows that when I call her by her full name that means that something is wrong. "What's wrong?" She caressed her long black braid.

"What if "this girl" likes "this guy" who only thinks of her as a friend. But she can't stop thinking about him. And they've been best friends for a while. And I…uh.. know this sounds totally weird and…"

"James?" she said cutting me off.

"What?" How did she know?

She examined her nail, "You heard me." She looked up at me, "I already knew for like ever. It's not a secret"

"Wait you can't tell anyone!" I grabbed her hands, "Please."

"I won't but you will." She squeezed my hand and walked to her room leaving me in stunned silence.

The Next day…

James POV

"But Mr. Bitters these kids are ruining my prime tanning time!" I yelled at the pudgy hotel manager. This little kid beauty pageant was happening this weekend and all the kids decided to run around obnoxiously around the pool during my annual tanning time.

"And that's my problem why? They are bringing me sweet moolah. So leave them alone or you're out of here!" H e pointed his pudgy little finger at me. Then there was a microwave beep and the smell of slightly burnt popcorn coming from the front desk. Giving me one last glare he ran back to his office leaving me standing there.

" But Mr. Bitters!" I ran after him and pounded the bell at the front desk.

"Well you sure have strong arm." I heard a girl with an accent behind me giggle.

I turned around and my heart literally stopped. There stood Michi Sama the Japanese supermodel. She looked even more stunning in person. Her long black hair shined like the stars and her dress hung like a masterpiece over her tall, slender frame.

She held out her hand. "I'm Michi Sama." She smiled the most beautiful smile.

"Umm, hi. I'm…uhh…James." I shook her hand. It was very soft.

"I know who you are. You're from that band, Big Time Rush." She reached in her bag and showed me her iPod. It showed our song "Stuck"; "I listen to you guys all the time. I am huge fan!"She was my fan?

"No way! I watch you all the time on the runway!" I gushed. She giggled. "Umm not that I watch fashion shows or anything..." I was so done.

"You're funny, James." she slapped my arm. She used as mush force as a feather.

"What are you doing here in America?" she never really left Japan that much.

"I was asked to do large campaign add for Chanel and could I say no?" she shrugged, "I just wish I understood this large strange city?" she sighed.

Suddenly my suave instincts kicked in, "May I show you around?" I held out my arm. She took it and smiled.

"Of course!" she giggled. Score!

Mitch POV

Maybe Isabella was right? Maybe I should tell him.

I ran downstairs toward the lobby. As I was running I felt light, like I was floating. I can do this. He is the man of your dreams.

Finally I came to the lobby. My heart stopped. I saw a tall boy with really nice hair leading a gorgeous girl to the pool. I could recognize those muscly arms anywhere. It was James. With another girl.