Carlos and I practically fell into the limo, and he shut and locked the door.
"Oh My God!" I panted as the driver slowly pulled away from all the screaming fangirls. "Was it always like this while you were on tour!"
"Well, no, not rea-yes!" I laughed, and put my head on his shoulder.
"Things sure are different now that you're back from your tour," I said.
"Good different or bad different?" Carlos mocked, and I playfully punched him in the shoulder.
"I don't know..." I admitted, sighing and playing with his helmet strap. "...I mean I love that Big Time Rush is getting more popular, but it's like we can't go anywhere without being mobbed my fans or paparazzi."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. But you'll get used to it. I promise. Maybe you'll even like it. Who knows?"
"Yeah.." I said, and Carlos tilted my head upwards and then gently kissed me. I smiled into his mouth, and wrapped my arms around his neck..
*
I was sitting at a table at the Palm Woods pool with Sam, Camille, and Jo.
"It's like Kendall and I can't go anywhere without a pen and paper or a microphone shoved in our faces," Jo complained, andCamille nodded.
"I know what you mean. Logan and I-Kaylee, are you listening to me?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm listening."
"No, you're not," Camille said, frowning. "What's going on?" I just shrugged, andblushed.
"No, it's nothing..I was just thinking about...never mind..."
"What is it?"Camille, Jo, and Sam all practically screamed.
"It's just..I was thinking about yesterday, in the limo, when me and Carlos..." I trailed off.
"When you and Carlos what!" Sam yelled.
"Did you guys...?" Jo hinted, and I frowned.
"Ugh, no! We didn't..." I made air quotes. "It was just like a really heavy make-out session, but it was something special...like we got farther in our relationship...more mature, in a way, you know?"
Camille, Jo, and Sam all nodded like zombies.
"But anyway, come on, you guys. Maybe Big Time Rush being famous won't be all bad. I mean, we can make videos for their website-that would be fun-and we can go with them to famous events and answer stuff for the paparazzi, and we could be Big Time Rush's awesome, and extremely hot girlfriends. You dig?" I asked, looking from one girl to the other.
One after the other, they all nodded.
"And Camille, Jo, aren't your careers in acting and singing taking off?" Sam asked. "You guys could be like those famous couples."
"Yeah," I piped up. "And me and Sam could be the daughters of our boyfriends' boss, and will threaten to fire their asses if they dump us." I smirked, and Camille and Jo laughed nervously, cuz they didn't approve of James and Sam going out, either.
*
That night, I went back into Carlos' room, and jumped into bed next to him.
"Hey cutie," he said, smiling. "I've been expecting you."
"Hey, sweetie," I murmured. "Sick of me yet?"
"Not yet," Carlos teased, and I giggled. I leaned over and kissed him, and then things started to heat up.
"Whoa, whoa...Carlos. Can we slow things down a little bit?" He leaned back and looked at me.
"Huh?"
"Can we take things down a few levels? I'm getting a little uncomfortable.."
"Okay, it's-"
"I mean, I love you and I want to be with you, but I don't know if I'm ready for...that. Not yet...and I'm sorry-"
"Kaylee, Kaylee, it's fine. I don't even know if I'm ready. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"Okay, thanks, Carlos. You're the sweetest."
He smirked at me. "Oh, I know." I twirled his helmet straps around and around my fingers.
"I didn't know you wear your helmet to bed."
"Well, I don't, but since I invited you to sleep in my bed with me, I figured I could use the protection.." I giggled, and smacked him on the helmet. He laughed, too.
"Shut up!" I moaned, giggling, and laid my head on the pillow. Carlos leaned forward and started gently kissing my neck. I smiled, and wrapped my arms around his neck, tracing his and my namewith my finger on his back.
"You stupid bitch!" Steve screamed. "You can't do anything right! You'll always be a failure, and no one will ever love you!" The truth in his words hit me likea thousand sharp knives, as I blinked away tears. "I'm sorry..." I murmured, staring at my feet. "Look at me!" Steve snarled, and his hand connected with my cheek, leaving a red imprint of where he slapped me. My fearful eyes met his angry ones...
"Mm, Kaylee?" he said, drowsily. "Hey, Kaylee, are you okay?" He cried, snapping awake and wrapping his arms around me. I shook my head into his chest. "Did you have another nightmare?" I nodded.
"Hey, you're gonna be okay. Steve's gone, remember? He got his ass thrown in jail after he...you know. The point is, he's gone now, and he can't hurt you."
"You love me right?" I sniffled.
"Of course I do."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
I started lifting up my shirt, and Carlos put his hand on mine, stopping me.
"What are you doing? I thought we agreed-"
"No, not that.." I whispered, and I pointed to my scar from the razorblade on my stomach.
"Oh My God..." Carlos muttered, tracing the scar over and over again with his fingers.
"I'm sorry," I pleaded, more tears tugging at my eyes. They started to slide down my cheeks, but Carlos kissed them away.
"Don't be..." he whispered, pulling my shirt back down, and casually throwing an arm over my shoulder.