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"Call me what you want
Ask me what you will
We are doing this
For nothing but the thrills
This is all we know
This is all we need
I don't give a fuck
About how you feel."

The Blackout- Ambition Is Critical


An hour later, James, Kendall, Logan, Carlos and I were all sitting shamefully on a leather white couch in Rocque Records, Big Time Rush's record label.

"First, who the hell is this?" A nearly bald guy asked, wearing sunglasses a graphic peach t-shirt a hoddie and black jeans, his assistant standing next to him, clipboard on hand.

"I know this really isn't the right time but Gustavo, meet Echo, one of the VIP's." Logan said awkwardly.

Please don't ask if I like their music.

"Alright then." He answered pretty much dropping the subject as he was passed a white sheet of paper from the Palm Woods guy. "TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS."

Fucking hell.

It was a bill, a very fucking expensive bill. We gave him sheepish looks.

"And thirty cents." I wanted to punch this Palm Woods manager in the face. "They destroyed the Palm Woods computerised registration system, two lamps, three vases, and my pants." Throughout the whole thing the guys were giving awkward looks and hand gestures to Gustavo as I just tried to burn a hole through the guy with soggy pants, covered in soil from the vases breaking.

"But!" Carlos said with an impossibly huge smile, picking up the trophy from this morning. "I won the Palm Woods 500 World Cup, Wohoo!" He said, pointing at it placing it on the seat on the expensive couch, kissing it.

The Gustavo guy's assistant wrote something down, ripping it off her page; the cheque. Handing it to the bitter old man.

"Here you go." She said with an unhappy look on her face, the guy smiling greedily, taking this as his leave, walking out of the room.

"Well, guess that settles it." Kendall said lightly, standing up, pulling me up with him as everyone else stood with him at the exact same time.

Please be settled. Please be settled. I don't fucking have two fucking thousand dollars on fucking hand!

"No, I'm sick and tired of you dogs breaking stuff!" Gustavo shouted the sound vibrating slightly against the coloured glass walls.

"We don't break things!" The guys all said at different times.

"What about when you pushed Carlos through a wall in a bubble chair." The secretary said, a small murmur of 'oh yeah's' coming from the teens beside me. "And when Kendall knocked James' fruit smoothie out of his hand onto the electrical equipment in the recording room. And let's not forget that golf buggy at the Palm Woods just before the signings."

Wow, the guys did a lot of crazy stuff, weird for pop pretty boys that I still dislike...

"Okay, maybe we put a little wear and tear on things sometimes." Kendall said hesitantly, me the only one looking clueless as the guys gave more sheepish and apologetic looks and words.

"But that's showbiz right?" James piped in, raising both hands as a question. The guys started to agree when Gustavo scowled.

"Wrong. And it's time to take responsibility for your action by paying me back my TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS." His voice ended up getting louder and louder, frankly I was quite intimidated by him. He walked out of the room, his secretary following him, all the guys rushed forward calling Gustavo, Carlos holding his trophy while Kendall pulled me by the wrist along with him, we ended up waking into some large room with red painted walls, various guitars and instruments on the wall with also platinum little record things on there too. A piano and instrumental related objects were in the room it was like a practising room in a way.

Gustavo and his secretary finally stopped, turning around to face the guys and me who were all standing in a line next to each other again, Kendall dropping my wrist, thankfully.

"Isn't there a cheaper way to learn about responsibility?" Logan asked hesitantly, the secretary shook her head.

"Guys, Griffin is cracking down on us for over spending and Gustavo's right, this had got to stop." Urgh, I hated the name Griffin, brings back memories...

"Oh, and until you pay me back you will not dip a toe into your beloved Palm Woods pool." The guys started showing the kind of face you'd get when a child is about to get into a tantrum... wait a second.

I haven't even gone inside the fucking pool anyway!

"Does that include me?" I asked out of the blue.

"Were you involved?"

"Slightly..."

"Then yes." Bastard.

"You can't keep us away from our pool!" Carlos said, determined to prove him wrong.

"No, but Freight Train can." The burly bodyguard walked into the room in a life guard outfit, an orange jogging suit with a whistle and a hat that was labelled 'Life guard.' He smirked when he caught sight of Kendall and me, I groaned softly, balling my fists up.

"You guys, and girl, are on my no swim list." He said.

You have got to be fucking kidding me right?

Right?

"Gustavo, two thousand dollars? That's four hundred dollars apiece." Thanks you fucking douche bag Kendall, including me in your little sum.

"Ooh! Kendall's good at math!" The secretary said in sarcastic praise, if I wasn't so angry right now, I would be totally laughing and hi-5ing this woman.

"Well I guess you guys are gonna have to get jobs."

"I already have one..." I said Gustavo and his assistant who I still didn't know the name of looked at each other thoughtfully.

"You can work for Kelly here, be her assistant." Gustavo said that didn't seem that bad actually. I nodded, that wasn't the worst job ever.

"In fact, another one of you can work off you're debt for me right here at Rocque Records, who wants to be my production assistant? Step forward." Everyone stepped back but a dazed Kendall, when he realised everyone else had stepped back he attempted to as well but Gustavo started speaking again. "Kendall it is."

"Goddamnit." He muttered under is breath.

"Now the rest of you go and get jobs and get me my MONEY!" With that Carlos, Logan and James ran out of the room, Freight Train strolling out after them.

"Okay then Echo, come with me, I'll take you on a tour of the place and show you how to work the recording studio." And with that we left Kendall and Gustavo to do with what they had to do.

/

An hour and a half later all was going good, I had helped Kelly sort out some files and specify them into groups in filing cabinets, restocked the new coffee machine C.A.L, learnt how to operate the recording studio and know how to get around the place. If I got paid 400 freakin bucks a day to do this I would fucking love to do this job.

Easy freaking money as far as I was concerned.

I was in the little modern kitchenette; chopping up some bananas to put in the blender- Kelly wanted a fruit smoothie.

"I totally beat you." Came a recognisable voice behind me, footsteps echoing slightly of the tiled flooring in the small kitchenette as he leaned against the unit beside him, crossing his arms.

"Please Ken; I totally owned your ass." I mumbled, not bothering to look up as I threw in the bananas, chopping up some strawberries now.

"I'd prefer to own your ass." As Kendall said it, he leaned closer, which was getting a little uncomfortable for me. When I felt his hand on my backside I dropped the knife and looked up at him, anger flashing in my baby blue eyes, Kendall's reaction was to just wink and squeeze my ass.

What the fuck dude? Fucking perverted twat.

I wrenched my body away from his, raising my hand to slap his face, like I usually did, though he caught my wrist in his hand, clearly proud of himself, the smugness on his face grew. So, instead, I raised my other hand to slap him, I growled when he caught that one too. Using my last resort I was about to raise my right leg, so Kendall could experience the pain again, but the freakin bastard used his feet to cover mine, not enough to hurt me, but enough to stop me from moving.

"Kendall, get the hell away from me." I grinded out, locking my jaw, squirming in his hold.

"Look, I beat you and you still haven't given me the payment for lunch yesterday and for this week." Kendall murmured, getting far too close to my face.

God fucking help me. Get this bushy haired freak away from my fucking personal bubble.

"Kendall, I'm not gonna tell you again. Fuck. Off." He completely ignored me, looking straight into my eyes showing the cockiest smirk I have ever fucking seen in my life.

"Look, Echo-"

"No Kendall if you don't get off me you have no idea what I'll fucking do to you." I growled, attempting to rid of his hands that were clasped around both of my wrists still.

"You want to know what you fucking do to me?" Kendal said lowly, pressing his body against mine.

I really didn't like this.

As he leaned closer the ever familiar scent filled my nose, he smelt good. But I still fucking hate him. As he pursued by pressing his body even closer to mine, sandwiching me between the counter and his body, my frown only grew on his face.

"No Kendall I don't want to freakin know." I said, seriously. God, if you're fucking out there, please just help me out; let me do to Kendall what I am freaking imagining vividly right now.

My eyes went wide when I felt something... something familiar.

This has got so fucking awkward it's un-fucking believable.

Kendall Freaking Knight has a fucking big ass hard on.

Right now.

And so far right now, all I can freakin do is stand here.

"Feel that." His voice was so much lower and huskier right now, I felt tainted as my body reacted, shivering into his touch.

"I swear to God Kendall, if you don't get off me in three seconds I'll scream." I whispered venomously, ignoring my body tingling slightly. "Three..." He didn't move. "Two..." Why isn't he moving? "One." He moved, only because I opened my mouth to scream, but he fucking didn't move the right way.

Lips crashed harshly to mine, nibbling on my bottom lip and licking it in an animalistic way.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. Fuck!

I tried fighting him, biting on his lips violently, but unfortunately for me, that only made him moan, turning him on more ultimately doing the opposite to what I wanted it to do.

I nearly stopped breathing when a foreign moan could be heard... Fuck, I just moaned. Why the fuck did I just moan?

The question was shoved out of my head when Kendall managed to slide his tongue into my resisting one, my resistance growing weaker and weaker as the kiss went on.

Not because I liked him.

Because it had been ages since I had ever felt sexual frustration or lust.

It was nice to feel it again as it rushed to the surface, my arms falling limp in Kendall's hold, my mouth finally beginning to move against his.

Our tongues battled harshly as Kendall noticed the change in me, dropping my arms, them going straight to his hair, burying them in there. We both groaned as Kendall used his now free hands to good use, hitching my thigh up on his hip which caused Kendall's hard cock to hit my covered pussy, which had started to throb uncontrollably. Kendall lifted me onto the counter blindly as our oxygen level ran low, my legs were wrapped tightly around his waist now, letting out low, clear moans as his lips dipped to my neck, rough kisses filling one of my five senses, causing the feeling to filter through, sending straight to my pussy.

"Mmmmm." I hummed out as Kendall licked my shoulder, making me shudder into his touch, my hands pulled against his hair, only turning him on even more.

I bit my lip as Kendall's teeth brushed against my pulse joint, not to gently either. Then he decided to give me a hickey and sucked deliciously hard against my skin, I jolted forward, yelping slightly, ending up biting my lip again as my soaked pussy pressed hard against Kendall's jean clad cock.

"Why did you pick today to wear a playsuit and not just shorts?" Kendall groaned, burying his head into my now slightly sore neck, thrusting against me. I hissed as we started thrusting against each other, the friction sending my pussy on overload.

Something suddenly came over me as I tightened my hold around his waist, causing him to grind against my swollen slit, pleasure sifting into my system; I gripped onto Kendall's shoulders and started to wildly thrust against his cock, like there was no fucking tomorrow.

The intense feeling was clouding my mind as my pussy started to throb harder, our moans becoming louder. A light sheen of sweat was now covering my body as Kendall's tongue plunged into my mouth, quietening my moans as they got louder and louder.

The feeling was overwhelming when we both picked up the pace, even though it was only dry humping the feeling was so amazing I honestly would've started screaming if Kendall wasn't sucking hard onto my tongue as I desperately clung onto him, feeling my climax coming on, I dug my nails into Kendall's head.

Then it hit.

Such a powerful orgasm, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through my body, it was absolute bliss. I jolted forward, hitting the right spot for Kendall sending him over the edge.

We broke the kiss, both breathing heavily. I kept jolting from aftershocks which only made Kendall chuckle as he helped me down, even though I was a bit wobbly on my legs.

Oh my fucking God!

I just fucking dried humped with Kendall out of all freakin people.

I jumped away from Kendall, wide eyes staring up at him. I didn't know what to say. 'Oh, thanks for the dry hump! By the way, I still hate your music and your band, and I'm still not too keen on your perverted attitude... see you tonight at dinner?'

Kendall beat me to it.

"Echo-" He started.

"Let's just... never ever bring this up again." I whispered, darting away from the kitchenette to go and clear my mind. I couldn't get anywhere because Kendall grabbed onto my wrist, forcing me to face him.

"Echo-"

"Kendall, if you ever mention this to anyone I will-"

"I won't bring it up." The words on my tongue died as I stared up at him like he had a third head. "Promise."

"...Thank you." I finally said, still completely gobsmacked that he was going to be quiet, the sincerity and seriousness in his voice and face was completely believable, hopefully for the right reasons.

He dropped my wrist, I didn't move though, just staring up at his bright green eyes, still trying to comprehend what the hell had just gone on, eventually, I turned around and started to walk away, shaking my head at an attempt to clear my mind.

"Echo." I turned to Kendall, a questioning look on my features; he gave me a devilish grin before opening his mouth again. "I'll be looking forward to next time." He winked at me, easily falling into the same pattern before our hormones took over.

I smiled at him, still edgy about the whole thing though still.

"There won't be a next time." I called out to him, waking the complete opposite way to where Kelly was, I was heading to the bathrooms to clear my mind.

/

20 minutes later I turned up in the recording studio where Kelly was still sitting.

I decided to put it all behind me, I was acting slightly like an obsessed girl in the toilets, fretting over every single little detail about what had happened and what might happened next. In the end I concluded people have one night stands all the time and Kendall and I didn't even have sex, we weren't even near to it, so I needed to stop acting like a pathetic brat and get over it. No matter how wrong my body felt compared to my mind.

Over it I was.

But the problem was, I think I wanted more...

"Echo, where have you been? Have you got my drink?" Kelly's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I kinda abandoned her fruit smoothie... shit.

"Well..."

"Never mind, we'll just class that twenty minutes as a break, can you just go and grab me a soda or something, I'm really thirsty." I nodded; walking out of the recording studio and making my way back to the kitchenette.

I ignored the slightly awkward feeling that I had when I walked into the kitchenette to see Kendall, though it did make me laugh to see him talking to C.A.L

"I am Cal, your Coffee Assistant Liaison, what is your name?" Kendall leaned back slightly, freaked out by how it spoke.

"Douche bag." I said loudly, Kendall noticing me and giving me an awkward glance.

"How may I assist you, Douche Bag?" Cal asked, Kendall finally noticed what I had done, staring at Cal, then at me, we both broke into laughter.

See, everything was completely fine, no awkwardness whatsoever, put the things in the past behind you.

"Make Gustavo a coffee?" Kendall asked uncertainly when we finally calmed down as I fetched a glass, smirking at Kendall and how he was staring at Cal, his eyebrows furrowed. "Damn, that's a smart coffee machine." Kendall chuckled as Cal automatically turned on, letting the coffee fill the mug up as I poured in some cherry cola and shovelled in a load of ice into Kelly's drink.

"Hey, you know where the straws are?" I asked Kendall as he stared at Cal, a huge smile on his face.

Technology, such a powerful thing.

"Up there." Kendall pointed to one of the cabinets, I thanked him and turned, opening the cabinet and fishing around for a straw.

"Would you like foam?" Came Cal's automatic voice.

"...Sure." Kendall said. I smiled as I spotted the straws, though of course they had to be on the fucking highest shelf so I had to reach onto the balls of my feet to grab a straw.

"More foam, Douche Bag?" We both chuckled as Cal used Kendall's code name.

"Yeah... sure, go ahead."I turned to see Kendall standing near Cal, an amused grin on his face, I just rolled my eyes, smirking though as I popped the straw in the glass. Kelly's drink was all done.

Technology may be powerful, but it's hilarious when they are outsmarted.

"More foam, more foam, more foam, more foam, more foam." Okay, Cal was starting to sound like my freaking sister, Kendall and I gave each other worried looks as foam started to spill over the mug and onto the marble surface.

"Okay Cal... that's enough foam." Kendall laughed nervously. "Cal, seriously that's enough!" He lunged forward, putting the mug to the side as I passed him one of the recyclable cardboard cups as the foam just kept coming out.

"More foam, more foam, more foam, more foam, more foam."

"No Cal! No! Stop it!" Kendall started shouting at the machine as I kept passing him the cardboard cups; it would've been comical if it weren't for the whole 'we're already in deep shit' thing.

"Okay- just, stay in here. I'll be right back." I said, grabbing the soda for Kelly and running out of the room. I ran down the corridor to check if Kendall was doing okay, but I freaking saw him running with a coffee the freaking idiot. "Kendall!" I exclaimed.

"I have to give this to Gustavo!" Kendall told me, running into a nearby room; I rolled my eyes and ran to the recording room, stopping right before to look as if I was walking in casually.

"Here's your soda Kelly, need anything else?" I asked in a hurry, an evil freaking piece of technology was creating foam that could get my ass into such deep freaking trouble, Cal probably cost more than I have ever made in my entire life!

"Uh, no... Thanks." Kelly said hesitantly, taking a sip from the straw then going back to her work; as soon as she wasn't looking I bolted from the room, running back down the corridor to see Kendall running from where Gustavo probably was.

"Kendall!" I called; he turned and saw me as I caught up to him, both of us running towards the closed black door that lead to how ever much foam Cal could produce within a minute.

"Ready?" Kendall asked. I just pushed him forward, opening the door myself, stepping inside.

Damn, Cal was a fucking foam machine!

I skidded as I took a step forward, the foam reaching the bottom of my shins. I stood against the counter to support me as Kendall ran forward, me closing the door behind him so no foam could escape.

"More foam, more foam, more foam, more foam, more foam-"

"No more foam Cal!" Kendall shouted at the robotic object, hitting it multiple times. "For fucks sake, I only want to make 400 bucks." Kendall groaned loudly, shaking the object slightly.

"400 cups, coming up." Cal said.

"Oh no." Kendall shouted, looking at me.

"You actual douche bag!" I hissed at him, 400 fucking cups, we're so screwed right now.

"There's gotta be a way to shut this thing off!" Kendall said to me as Cal carried on with his 'More foam.' Scripted speech.

I looked around the surfaces, trying to think fast when an idea came to me, I pushed the microwave out the way, smiling when I saw what I wanted, pulling it out and showing it to Kendall.

Cal just had his electricity supply cut off. We're saved.

Cal voice got lower and faded out as I threw down the plug and sighed in relief.

"Yes." I sighed, breathing heavily. Kendall turned to me as we both gave dramatic sighs of reliefs.

"Switching to fridge's power. More foam, more foam, more foam-" You have got to be kidding me.

"What?" Kendall said pushing his hands through his hair in worry. "No, no, no, no!" Kendall exclaimed sliding over to Cal, I joined him standing next to him helplessly looking around as he started thumping Cal viciously.

"Self defence mode activated." How the hell was a coffee machine going to use a self defence mechanism?

My answer was given to me when Cal squirted out foam, Kendall moved out the way slightly so it hit me square it the chest, took completely off surprise I tried to move away, only ending up slipping and ending up on my ass.

Kendall came rushing over, trying to help me up but he was in Cal's firing line now, white foam hitting Kendall on the cheek, causing me to laugh, regardless of the situation as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

My feet went out from under me as I stood up so I had to cling onto Kendall, both of us getting raped with foam.

"No, no!" I shouted as Kendall shielded us with his hands.

"I just wanna go to the pool." Kendall groaned as more foam was flinged towards our bodies, by now I was completely covered in it considering the fact that I fell over and Kendall was rapidly beginning to look like a foam snowman as I stood behind him, coughing out foam from my mouth.

"We need something to smash it with." I said, through Cal's voice, Kendall nodded, pulling open the kitchenette door and grabbing my hand pulling me out and closing the door behind me, Kendall broke out into a run, I helplessly followed him, trying to wipe away all the foam off of my body, luckily none of it had gotten into my hair or on my face.

"Round here." Kendall called, turning sharply to the left.

"I'll just stand here." I called, out of breathe, I really needed to get into shape. Kendall yelled in agreement disappearing out of my sight within moments as I started furiously scraping the sticky substance off of my body.

Within seconds Kendall was running back in my direction, urging me to follow him.

He had a baseball bat in his hands.

We jogged round the corner, just in time to see Kelly rushing out of the recording studio, staring up at a vent which was oozing with foam.

"Hey Kelly!" I called, as we ran past her and around the corner, most likely leaving a foam trial.

As we reached the kitchen door most of the foam had came of our body but a white sticky substance was noticeable of Kendall's skinny jeans and all up my legs.

We both stopped to take a two second rest in front of the kitchenette. I then lunged and wrenched the door open, foam flowing freely from the room; it was taller than me and Kendall.

"You cannot stop me Douche Bag, humans are futile." Cal said, Kendall just gave a war cry, jumping into the mass of foam until he couldn't be seen, I looked around helplessly, grabbing a microphone stand beside me as Kelly came bounding round the corner.

She screamed loudly as she saw the damage that had been made.

"Don't scream!" Kendall called, emerging slightly from the foamy suds, an actual foam-man this time. "I'm just making coffee!" he said simply, holding his hands up, unintentionally showing her the bat as well.

Kelly stood there, her mouth agape as I stood next to her, holding the microphone stand. Kendall jumped out, coughing and spluttering coming to stand next to me as Kelly started chewing onto her nails anxiously.

"We have to destroy it!" We turned to her, Kelly's eyes went wide and she shook her head, raising her index finger.

"No, Gustavo says you can't break anything else." We froze as Cal spoke up again.

"Kelly is dumb, women are weak." The hell they are not, it's like an even more arrogant version of Kendall.

"Oh what did he just say?" Kelly asked, raising her eyebrows, putting one hand on her hip.

"You heard me cupcake." Damn! Cal is a freaking evil machine, Kendall raised his bat, I raised my mike stand, and Kelly grabbed the spare mike stand where I had gotten mine.

"Oh it's on!" Kelly shouted, we all screamed, running forward into the white mass. Kendall guided me towards Cal, taking a swing at it as we all pummelled Cal.

"Tell the blender I love her..." What weird final words for a freaking machine, yet quite ironic. And with that, Cal was in millions of pieces scattered all over the unit and somewhere in the foam.

Kelly started coughing violently, grabbing onto the door and hauling herself out as my right hand grabbed onto Kendall's left forearm as we blindly made our way out of the kitchenette.

And just when the foam had started to come off, it's all freaking back on my clothes, clinging onto my body again...

"I'll call the cleaning crew before Gustavo finds out." Kelly said, as we all breathed heavily, Kelly leaning against the mike stand and me leaning against Kendall for support.

"...By the way, do I get a lunch break?" Kendall asked randomly as I threw my microphone stand down, jumping on the spot to get as much foam as possible off of me.

Was he serious?


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