I was so excited. Big Time Rush were coming home tomorrow, and I felt like a little kid all hyped on sugar on Christmas Eve right before bed, too excited to go to sleep.

"La la la la la la la la!" I sang, jumping up and down on my bed.

"OH MY GOD, KAYLEE, SHUT THE HELL UP! IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT, YOU ARE SOOOO FUCKING! ANNOYING!" Sam screamed from her bed across the room.

"Bitter!" I mumbled to myself.

"I HEARD THAT!" I just smiled and rolled my eyes.

La la la la la la, I hummed to myself, bouncing all around on my bed. La la..I'm so excited...la la...Imma see Carlos tomorrow...la la...AAAHHHHHH!

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" I screamed just to annoy Sam, and I wound up with a pillow thrown in my face. =C

THE NEXT MORNING

I woke up at 7:00, before anyone else in my family, and went downstairs to make myself a bowl of popcorn for breakfast. =P

I texted Jo and Camille, and they were both up, too. Big surprise there, right? They were both too excited to sleep, too.

It was later that day, around noon, and I was at the airport with Eva, Sam, Max, Jo, and Camille, waiting for Gustavo and Big Time Rush's plane to arrive. And it was running late, and we were all getting pretty impatient.

Right now I was on my 11th Root Beer.

End of story.

"There they are!" Camille yelled out of nowhere, making me jump. Everything was making me jump...I was hyper...

I looked and saw them walking out of the doors, Freight Train and some other bodyguard carrying their luggage.

I started jumping up and down and waving like a spaz. "HIII CARLOS!" I screamed. He smiled and waved like a spaz right back.

"HI KAYLEE!" He screamed back, and I bounced around the airport until they walked over by us, and Carlos had to hold me down.

"Hey, hey, Kaylee. Calm down."

"Make m-" It just occured to me that Big Time Rush, and Carlos was back in LA with me. To stay.

I wrapped my arms around him in a hug, and buried my face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, too, just as tears sprang to my eyes, and all my hyper-ness melted away.

"I missed you..." I whimpered, tears leaking from my eyes.

"I missed you, too. So much." We were quiet, while I cried silently into Carlos' shirt.

"Let's go somewhere," he whispered into my ear.

"Do you really want to leave the guys?"

"Oh please. I've spent the last 6-months with them. I'm SICK of them." I giggled. "So, let's go."

"Where?"

"Who cares?"

"...okay..."

We ended up just heading back to 2J, and cuddled on his bed. I know it doesn't sound too special, but he held me in his arms and stroked my hair, and I had my face in his neck, and he just smelled like Carlos, a smell I hadn't smelled in so long.

"I love you..." Carlos whispered, and I whispered that I loved him, too.

"Don't leave again," I begged, and right now I didn't care how selfish I sounded.

"I won't," he promised. "But if I have to, then I'll bring you with me." I giggled.

"I'm not joking."

"I was hoping you weren't."