Oh Yeah- BTR
Yeah, I lied about being able to write a lot. My sister got married over Spring Break, and the whole week was nothing but running around everywhere and having very little time to myself. Jeez, remind me to never take a 12-hour road trip with my mom, grandma, and younger cousin in the same car. I love them all to death of course, but my grandma (Nana) was all asdfghjklqertuio the WHOLE week. –is dead-
So the only reason I'm updating now is because I have no homework- for the first time in about three months. Meh. =/
I don't own anything, especially the club name. That belongs to Panic! At the Disco.
The next week passed by much too quickly for any of the teens' comfort. Kendall, James, Logan, and Carlos had all been working sixteen hour days to prepare for the first leg of their tour. Sam was back in the studio recording; her album was getting pretty close to being finished.
Friday, Sam found herself in Camille's apartment, both getting ready with Jo, Stephanie, and Olivia. The group was going to the local teen club Vices and Virtues, and they were certainly dressing for it. Camille wore a black sequined one-shoulder cocktail dress that clung to her frame slightly and her hair was up in a simple messy ponytail. Jo and Stephanie were wearing miniskirts- white and dark blue respectfully- with matching zebra-print tops. Sam was wearing a poufy black knee-length skirt with a silky red spaghetti-strap tank top and strappy heels. She was currently putting a fidgety Olivia's hair in a French braid. "But, Livi!" she whined. "It's gonna be so cute!"
"Well, will you stop pulling my hair so tight?"
Sam chuckled. "Sorry, Liv. Almost done."
A minute later Olivia stood up and everyone examined her completed outfit: she shone in her dazzling short blue dress and black leggings; she had cold ballet flats on her feet and beautiful matching gold necklace across her throat. Stephanie wolf-whistled. "Ooh, dang girl! James is gonna love you tonight!"
The ravenette blushed at the prospect. "What? No! James doesn't like me like that!"
"Are you kidding me?" Jo interjected. "Seriously, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since he met you."
Sensing the tension in the room, Camille broke the silence. "Anyway…let's get going, Sam. We've gotta go downstairs to catch the limo the guys sent for us."
They all cheered and grabbed their things before heading out the door.
In the limo, they immediately turned the music up, speakers thumping from the heavy bass of the song. The driver looked back at them in the rearview mirror and laughed playfully. He had picked them up several times before and loved all the kids to death. He also loved how crazy and fun they were; they were entertaining to say the least.
"Who's ready to rock this town?" Sam shouted over the noise.
"We are!" everyone yelled back in unison, even the driver, Simon. Sam looked at him up front, giving him a raised eyebrow. He merely glanced back and winked in a joking manner. The brunette rolled her eyes at his antics and turned back to her friends, waiting for their arrival at the club.
A few minutes later, Simon slowed the car down, and Sam saw the four boys waiting right outside her window. All the girls smiled brightly stepping out of the limo into the cool night air.
Everyone could hear the music thumping inside. James and Carlos were practically beside themselves in anticipation; Livi and Stephanie giggled out loud at the silly boys.
Kendall approached Sam and threw an arm around her shoulder, kissing her temple sweetly. "I'm so glad you guys came tonight," he told her.
"Of course," she replied. "You're going to be gone for a while, so the more time we spend with you all before you leave, the better."
Walking inside, Livi glanced over at James, who was talking animatedly to Stephanie and Carlos. There was no doubt that Livi found him extremely attractive, but did he really feel the same way, as the girls had teased earlier? As she thought it over, James turned away from his conversation and flashed Livi his million-dollar smile. Livi blushed a deep crimson, leaving James chuckling inwardly at how cute she looked when she did that. Wait, what?
Once inside, the teens quickly found themselves lost in the sea of people gently rocking back and forth to the beat of the latest Top 40 hit. Blinking lights all around created an electric feel, and overall, the club was glowing blue, but still felt somewhat melodic and rhythmic.
The group quickly sat in a booth and the four band mates told the girls to sit while they got drinks up at the bar. They came back soon enough with handfuls of glasses filled with various sodas and non-alcoholic beverages; they had all memorized everyone's drink orders. Once the drinks were distributed properly, the boys sat down together.
"Well, I must say, you boys do look very good tonight," Jo commented noncommittally.
James chortled at her 'naïveté'. "Of course we do. We are the Hollywood Super Party Kings of Hollywood, aren't we?"
Logan rolled his eyes from beside the pretty boy. "What he really means is that we wanted to have a lot of fun tonight, so why not look nice doing it?" the girls all laughed at the genius's paraphrasing.
Suddenly, a new song came on over the sound system, and the nine teens were antsy to get on the dance floor. They split up into a couple groups: Sam, Kendall, Logan and Camille; Carlos, Stephanie and Jo; and then Livi and James were left alone by themselves.
Livi was suddenly nervous to be alone with the tallest band member. She wouldn't outright admit it, but she'd been crushing on him since that breakfast several weeks ago. His charming good looks were very intimidating now.
On the other side of the table, James saw how tense the blue-eyed girl was. Feeling a sense of need to help her, he smiled softly and held his hand out to her. "Care to dance? I know how much you love Kesha."
Livi looked up at him, surprised. Of all the girls in the club to dance with, he was choosing her? Not that she was complaining, of course, but still. A small grin spread across her features and she reached over to grasp his hand. "I'd love to," she replied, forgetting to question how and why he knew one of her secret favorite music choices.
Sam and Kendall watched the two move to the bustling dance floor hand-in-hand. She locked eyes with her boyfriend and smiled knowingly. Looking to her left, Stephanie and Camille were giving her thumbs up, having seen the whole thing as well. She returned the gesture and went back to dancing with Kendall.
As the minutes and songs passed, Olivia began to loosen up and enjoy the thumping atmosphere and the fact that she was dancing at a club with the James Diamond. After a few more songs, the club was getting a little too toasty warm, so both teens had a light sheen of sweat on their faces from jumping up and down, but both were sporting matching smiles.
Eventually, the groups went back to their booth to rest briefly and grab more drinks. They finished a round and then another bass-heavy song erupted through the speakers. James' eyes lt up as he stood up and grabbed Livi, dragging her to the dance floor excitedly. She looked back at Sam and the other teens and shrugged, not knowing what exactly had gotten into the hazel-eyed boy.
They both arrived in the middle of the mosh of people giggling at nothing, and James instantly put his hands at Livi's hips, swaying both of their bodies to the song.
Oh, baby, light's on
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever, yeah
My one and only
I wanna get you alone
Give you fever, fever yeah
As sexual as the song actually was, Livi could tell that James was totally playing around and being funny when he sang it to her. He had his goofy-singing face on, singing the notes perfectly though she could hardly hear him until he sang a repeated phrase:
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
Would you be m-mine?
She stopped dancing because he had a serious look on his face during those words and his eyes bored into hers. Was that his subconscious way of asking her out?
Realizing what he had done, James stopped moving as well and bit his lip nervously. There was something about Livi that made him act like an even bigger idiot sometimes. It had never happened before with any other girl he'd more or less 'gone after' and he was probably just as confused as the ravenette was.
They stood there staring at each other for a few more seconds before James moved them from the throng into a more secluded corner of the club. Once they sat down, there was an awkward silence; neither of them knew how to start off. Livi was blushing furiously once again and had her hands tucked in her lap, while James was clenching his hands in a distressed fist on the table, searching for the right thing to say.
Olivia had never seen James so timid before. 'Mr. Confidence', the 'face', was coming unraveled in front of her eyes. He looked like a child with the way he was biting his lip, his bangs shielding his wide hazel orbs, a childlike apprehension rolling off of him.
Somehow, the singer found enough courage. He took a deep breath to ready himself, and he spoke. "Livi…I'm sorry- I don't really know what that was. I just-" he sighed in frustration, knowing he was on his way to a big rant full of word-vomit. "Look, there's something about you. I don't feel like myself when I'm around you, but I've only been one-hundred percent true to you. It's strange- this has never happened to me before. And don't get me wrong, it's not a bad thing," he reassured her when a semi-hurt look crossed her face. "I'm just new to these feelings I'm having. I think I've come to realize that I-" How could he say it? Before he could stop himself, he pulled Olivia's head to his and brought their lips together.
To say it was unexpected to Livi would be an understatement. When his lips touched hers, her eyes shot wide open, but they slowly eased shut as she kissed him back. This is what they both wanted. James wasn't drunk, Livi wasn't dreaming, and the only thing either teen was aware of was each other's soft lips moving in synch, seeming to it just right. Livi suddenly pulled away. "Wait, James, what was that?"
To her surprise, the brunet was laughing, almost hysterically. "I told you, I don't know! All I've wanted to do for a while is that. It just felt so right, I can't even stand it. You're making me feel things I never imagined I'd be feeling! I like you a lot more than any girl I've ever met out here or in Minnesota." He took one of her hands in his. "I really like you, Livi. You're adorable, smart, fun, energetic, and I like the way you make me feel. You're different, and it's what makes you, you."
Livi just sat there in silence. He actually reciprocated her feelings? She'd come to know him as the loveable narcissistic, and he was so much more than that now. The lady-killer was actually capable of feeling more than just lust. After the initial shock wore off, she responded, "Really?"
James beamed. "Yes! I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you."
Over the speakers, James' own song, Boyfriend, came blasting through their bubble. Livi chuckled at the irony and smiled brightly at the boy beside her. "I think it's a sign." She motioned with her head in no general direction, but aimed at the music.
He laughed back, sending a pleasant shiver up Olivia's spine. "I guess it is." He then gently sang to her again. "I don't know what kind of guy that you prefer, but I know I've gotta put myself forward. So do you think I've got the kind of love that you deserve?"
Livi had had enough waiting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. This time, there was no uncertainty, only care and passion. They kissed slowly but in no hurry. Now that the truth was out, they just wanted to enjoy each other's presence. James rubbed his thumb along Livi's jaw as she gently tangled her fingers though his chestnut locks.
They pulled away seconds later and rested their foreheads together. The azure-eyed teen shut her eyes contentedly. Then James' melodic voice floated to her ears again:
"If you tell me where, I'm waiting here, everyday like Slumdog Millionaire; bigger than the Twilight love affair, I'll be here, girl I swear," he sang quietly, beaming.
Livi reached over to intertwine their hands, glad to finally have him. "I think It's kind of obvious," she started, running the pad of her thumb along the top of his hand. "But I really like you, too."
"Ha! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my charm for long," James joked.
"Shut up! You're such a ham!" She kissed him chastely again.
There were a few more seconds of silence between them before James spoke up. "I know I'm leaving for Europe in two days, but I really do want to have a relationship with you."
Livi was ecstatic. "Yes! A thousand times yes! I know we'd be able to work something out- just…as long as you don't meet some prettier German girl or whatever."
The pretty boy smirked. "No one could keep my attention like you do. You're beautiful, Liv. I will make a promise right now: you are the only girl for me, and I know we can survive starting a 'long-distance' relationship for two months. So, to promise my trustworthiness, I will run up and kiss you the minute I walk off the plane when we get back. I'll be faithful and loving and we'll talk every day. as long as you're willing to do the same…?"
There was no question about it. "I promise, James! I'm just so happy that you feel the same way." She scooted over and rested her head on his muscular shoulder. They both sighed in contentment, letting the music wash over them as they continued to sit in each other's arms.
Across the club, Sam and Kendall were slow dancing with all the other couples on the floor. Resting her head on Kendall's chest, her eyes landed upon Logan and Camille in the same position. Logan was looking into Camille's eyes with complete adoration, the way Kendall always did to Sam, and he leaned down to give her a chaste but passionate kiss.
"They're so cute," Sam commented.
Kendall followed her gaze and smirked. "Yeah, but we're cuter."
Kendall sighed. "I don't want to leave," he said, hugging her tighter.
"I know," Sam responded. "But it's your dream! And I want you to go because of that." She spotted Olivia and James walking back toward them, hand-in-hand. "Besides, it looks like none of us want any of you to leave." She indicated the new couple. "But we know you'll be fine over there."
A few seconds later James and Livi approached them. "Hey, we're pretty tired. Are you guys? We were going to go back to the house for a bit."
Kendall could hardly believe it: the Hollywood Super Party King of Hollywood was 'partied' out. "Yeah, we'll come with you. We'll go find everyone else." Sam and Kendall separated and walked to the other groups.
They all trudged to the waiting limo after rounding everyone up. Looking at clocks and watches on the way, they'd found out it was 11:45, much later than they'd thought. "Time flies when you're having fun," Carlos said with a yawn.
By the time the group piled in, most of them were half-asleep, so Simon figured he'd just take everyone to the mansion. He trusted the kids and knew they weren't the kind to do anything inappropriate.
Soon enough the headlights fell upon the front gate, and the teens were inside minutes later. Each of the boys helped their date- Kendall had a hand around Sam and Jo- upstairs to change into some comfier clothes. As soon as everyone was changed, the girls collapsed into their respective partner's bed, while Jo took the guest room down the hall.
Too exhausted to speak, they all fell asleep a little restlessly. They only had one more day together, after all. But Kendall had something special planned for Sam tomorrow before he left for Europe, something she'd probably never see coming and definitely wouldn't forget.
Okay, so yeah, FIRST of all, the guys are actually in Europe right now. -sigh- If anyone asks, it was MY idea for them to go. C:
Secondly...wow. Very James/Livi-centric chapter. It won't necessarily be like that anymore (I don't think) but I needed to develop their relationship.
Thirdly- YAY! A long chapter! -cheers- BUT I've been very angsty thanks to Miss Fenway. I watched the Lion King late last night before fangirling like crazy and exploding from the awesomeness of Big Time Rush. I cried. A lot. Tears of sadness at the movie, and tears of I-don't-even-know-what because of the videos of the boys in London. -swoons-
So be prepared.
Oh god. Lion King. -dies-
And it doesn't help I've been singing "Circle of Life" ALL DAY. Like WTH?
Ugh. Review if you must. I love you all. I must now go into my Weeping Corner. (credit goes to Miss Fenway for creating a corner for all of us. I love you, Laura, if you ever read this.)