Disclaimer: Big Time Rush is not my property. Sadly.

So, OSAMA BIN (FUCKING) LADEN! About time too. Let's celebrate with an update! How'd all you guys find out? I read about it on Facebook when I first signed in, at exactly the same moment as my big sister. Complete and utter freaking shock. So glad though. Keeping my eye on the news now though, waiting for a mass backlash. Opinions?

I should probably point this out: I have a love of different points of view. More, I really like third person, and I ADORE second person. So, sometimes, second person will be added in, if I think it adds a little something more to the story. Not in this chapter though. =]

Thanks to everyone that reviewed =] it really made my day! (So don't stop there!)

Let Chapter Two Commence

The sun was shining brightly down onto the Palms Wood pool, where multitudes of teenagers were relaxing comfortably, in the relative safety of the hotel/apartment block (relative safety, because whenever there was a member of Big Time Rush around, there was bound to be accidents occurring).

Logan was reclining on a beach chair, in the company of Camille, a massively thick maths text book in his hands, he had tried several times to quiz his girlfriend, but she shut him down every time, not even trying to deny her disinterest in maths. After all, she liked him for his looks and his personality, not his talents in mathematical equations and maths was not her strong point.

Carlos was busily trying to see how far away he could get and still land in the pool. So far he had managed two and a half metres, but he was absolutely positive he could make it from the lobby doors, so he kept trying, despite the constant face-planting of the ground that was occurring. There was a reason he wore a helmet after all, he wasn't that stupid.

James was happily working on his tan, eyes shut, hair just so, and topless. He was positive he could hear a few girls sigh, whenever they walked passed him. His mouth twitched into a grin, and he adjusted his position slightly, hands behind his head, ankles crossed. He really loved his life.

Meanwhile, Kendall was sitting, hunched over on his beach chair, not too far from his mates, hair gripped in his hands, glasses covering his green eyes, and thoughts racing through his head. Why was he the one getting a stalker? He didn't want one. Seriously, he could happily go without. He sighed, shaking his head, and jumped when a voice spoke from above him.

"Why are you moping? Did Carlos break your favourite hockey stick?" Katie asked casually, looking down at her big brother.

"No," he groaned, barely looking at his little sister. When she continued to stare at him, one hand on her hip, eyebrows raised, he continued. "We opened some fan mail today,"

"And, you're sulking because? You didn't get any?" she laughed, patting her brother's shoulder. Kendall glared her down.

"As a matter of fact, I did. A beanie and several disturbing letters," his sister laughed again.

"Oh, what? Did someone describe how your eyebrows remind them of caterpillars, and you should wax them?" she joked, but stopped laughing when her brother continued to frown.

"It wasn't like that, Katie; they were kinda creepy and really possessive. Then, straight up after I read the letters, I got a message," he said, holding his phone out to her.

Katie's eyes widened marginally, her mouth narrowing.

"Who is it?" she asked, her defensive attitude coming out. Nobody messed with her big brother and got away without at least some form of retaliation from her. Teasing and mocking Kendall was her job and hers alone.

"That's the thing, we don't know, none of the letters were signed with a name. Gustavo says not to be too worried, but I can't help it. I never wanted crazy stalker fans. This was never meant to happen!"

"Aw, come on, Kendall, even if it is a really crazy person, you can take 'em on. 'Sides, you have the other guys backing you. They rarely leave your side. You'll be fine," she turned to walk away, but looked back at him.

"If anything does happen, let me know. I'll hunt 'em down and destroy them!" the two siblings grinned at each other, bumped fists, and Katie continued on her way to scam some more money out of people.

Kendal watched his little sister walk off. It never ceased to amaze him, how easily she could deal with any situation, or how protective she was of him, despite the age difference and him being the elder one. Though, he was just as protective of her.

"Come on, Kendall, afternoon tea time!" Carlos suddenly yelled out to him, from where he, James and Logan stood in the door to the lobby, waiting on him to wake up from his day dreaming.

He waved at them, hurrying over. Carlos wasn't one to keep waiting when there was a possibility for food. Actually, none of them were, growing males and all that.

"You aren't still worried about the stalker fan are you? Cos I'm so jealous right now, I mean, seriously, why you? You haven't got The Face!" James said, half joking, half serious. Kendall rolled his eyes.

"You can have 'em,"

"Ooh, really? You're the best!" James said mockingly. Kendall shoved him as they walked up to 2J. James shoved him back, and the two started bickering and shoving each other, until Logan turned and hit them both with his maths book.

"Ow, what was that for?" Kendall complained, staring at his friend with fake hurt eyes. He would not let the whole thing bring him down. He was stronger than that. Who would let three letters and a message get you down? Besides, it was probably just a hoax from Gustavo, trying to keep them on their toes.

"Cos! Now shut up, and stop shoving each other, you almost knocked me over," Logan snapped, grinning.

"You just wanted to hit us with your book, tryna make yourself feel like a teacher?" James yelled, whirling on the smaller boy.

Logan laughed.

"You know it,"

Kendall and James rolled their eyes and stopped dead.

"Where's Carlos?" they both exclaimed at the same time, all three turned to look for him, and found him several metres further back down the corridor, standing still, eyes distant.

"Carlos? What's wrong?" Kendall asked, rushing towards his unusually quiet friend worriedly. Carlos looked at him.

"I can't remember the routine, how does it go after…" he crossed his arms and did a quick spin. Kendall sighed in relief, smiling and then showing his smaller friend the next step. The other two joined in, and they walked the rest of the way to their apartment doing the dance moves for their newest song.

By the time they reached the door, they were all laughing and almost falling over themselves. The four of them barged through the door and entered the apartment, rushing for the fridge and the food it held.

A few minutes later, food piled up before them, they were contentedly eating, when Kendall's phone went off in his pocket. Casually pulling it out, expecting a message from Jo, he was shocked to find another message from the unavailable number.

"Srsly. U don't even hav the decency to respond. I thort U were better. I no where U live. Im comin 4 U kendall." He read out to his friends. All their mouths dropping open, food spilling from Carlos'.

"Guys, I'm kinda getting really freaked out," he muttered, staring at them.

"Calm down, Kendall, it's probably just Gustavo messing with you. You know how he likes to keep you on your toes, probably getting you back for something you did before," Logan said logically. They all knew he didn't really mean it though, but they let the conversation drop. Kendall put his phone back in his pocket, but didn't delete the message.

Later that night, Kendall sat on the couch, in the living room, while everyone else was in bed, and pulled the messages out of his pocket. His eyes read, and re-read each letter.

You will pay!

It was becoming a mantra in his head. He tried to figure out what they meant. What he had done wrong.

You're ruining everything!

What was he ruining? He didn't remember ruining anything, except his chances of being a hockey star. He stared blankly at the TV before him, eyes not seeing the black screen, just seeing the words written on the paper.

His phone vibrated.

Nervously, shaking hands pulled it out of his pocket, bringing it before himself, reading the message on the screen.

One… two… coming for you ;)

The phone slipped from his fingers.