California Dreaming

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush

It was the next day and Jo was throwing a birthday party. Normally, Logan wouldn't want to go near Jo, just because Kendall would be next to her. He would rub her in everyone's faces, make them smell her hair, and force them to look at her nails. It made everyone sick and tired of them by the end of the night. Sadly, Logan couldn't leave without getting yelled at.

"Ugh," Logan moaned. Her birthday, this year, was at some fancy restaurant. Kendall had Logan, James, and Carlos all dress up in tuxedos.

"I know," Carlos agreed. He was picking at his nails with one of the forks. James snatched the fork out of his hands.

"Carlos, next time, use your fork." James sighed. No one was having any fun at the party except for Jo and Kendall.

"That is my fork." Carlos gave a fake chuckle. So James grabbed his napkin with his silverware in it and took out his fork.

"It's my fork. This is your fork." James gave him his fork. Being happy, all of the time, Carlos grabbed his fork again and started to pick his nails.

"Look, if your nails bother you that bad, cut them." Logan said. Carlos stood up from the table and gave a big yawn, realizing that he needed to do some "business".

"I got to go to the bathroom ladies. See you in a sec." Carlos winked and sped off. Both of the boys looked at each other. There was an awkward silence between the two of them. So Logan decided to break the ice.

"Hey, how are you feeling today?" He asked, his eyes filled with concern. James looked up at Logan and was holding his stomach. His facial expression said the whole thing, it was almost and sad and scared look mixed into one. Logan couldn't just wait and watch him suffer, it hurt too much.

"I am having the worst day. You know that feeling where you feel like everyone is watching you? I have it right now, and I feel claustrophobic, and I feel sick to my stomach, and Kendall rubbing Jo in everyone's faces is not helping." James was freaking out. "My head is spinning. Can we go get some fresh air?" Logan nodded to the request. He grabbed his friend by the arm and helped him up. They quickly rushed to one of the balconies and Logan shut the doors behind them.

"So, what do you think it is? The flu, you're sick, what?" Logan asked. The only response he received was James holding his head, trying to make his vision clear and still.

"My head is the problem. It's spinning and it's making my stomach sick. I don't know what to do." James said. He looked up and into Logan's eyes. James' were filled with hurt, in desperate need of comfort, almost as if he had been abused. "Logie, please help me." Logan couldn't resist his plea. He was too cut and irresistible with that face, plus he loved his nickname. Logan dropped down to where he was and hugged him.

"I'll go get you some water and crackers and maybe that'll help." Logan whispered in his ear. They split apart and Logan sprinted through the restaurant to his table. He grabbed his own glass of water and some of the packets of crackers that were put on the table and he started to go back, only to be stopped by Kendall. Of course Jo was under his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kendall glared at him. Logan just rolled his eyes in response.

"You're not the queen of the restaurant. Though you sure act like one." Logan said with a sarcastic smile on. "I hope you and man hands here are very happy together." He referred to Jo. Kendall gasped for her, and her face was pissed off. "Happy birthday!" Logan grinned and ran away.

Back at the balcony he found James, curled up in a ball. "Here you go." He handed James the water and crackers.

"I don't feel like eating." James whined. He looked at Logan who groaned.

"It'll help." Logan said. There was another groan as James sipped the water. Logan didn't know why, but he felt like James might have been getting worse. Not worse with the sickness, but a lot worse with his "problem". Maybe James just didn't want to be fat, or maybe he's bulimic. Then suddenly, Logan's imaginary light bulb flipped on. Maybe that was what caused James to be like this. He had never seen James act like this before. He must have been pretty good at hiding it.

"Look, why don't you go and dance with Camille and I'll-,"

"Are you bulimic?" Logan asked. James caught off guard on the middle of his sentence. Logan had never accused him, or anyone for that fact, of being bulimic.

"Look, go dance with Camille, I'll be fine here." James ignored his question. Logan sat down next to him and looked at him.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not bulimic." He demanded. James turned away from him.

"Whatever," James sniffed. "If you're going to be just like Kendall, then why don't you leave?" He asked. Logan stared at him; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hurting James was the last thing that he wanted to do.

"No James, unlike Kendall, I actually care about you and-," Logan stopped between words. He didn't want to give anything away. Especially to James. "I love you," James hugged Logan. Logan knew that James thought, like a brother, but to Logan it was so much more.

"Love you too." James returned. Hugging James was like hugging Logan's favorite teddy bear when he was three on Christmas morning. It brought back so many memories back to Logan that made him over flow and made him start to cry. James could feel the tears fall onto his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" James asked. Logan wiped his tear away.

"Don't ever leave me. Just with them. I couldn't do it." Logan sobbed and hugged James tighter. James felt his heart jerk inside of him.

"I won't," He answered. They separated and James' vision turned black and he fell. He fell off of Logan, seemingly lifeless.

"James? James? James!" Logan screamed.

That's it for this time. And I won't be able to update for like 2-3 weeks. Sorry.