Author's Note: This is chapter eight basically Big Time Demos. It's Logan's POV for how he felt when Mercedes asked Kendall if he loved her and what he was thinking during the bathroom/shower scene. :3 I hope you enjoy it! and remember if you don't recall the scenes you should go read them :3 Also, special thank you to Ashley for telling me to update today you all have her to thank for the slew of updates. xD

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR

My jaw literally dropped when Mercedes asked Kendall if he loved her. What the hell? Like Kendall could possibly even toy with the idea of loving a selfish little brat like her! It took James' hand on my shoulder to keep me from moving. That bitch thought she could steal Kendall from me...I mean Jo. Of course I meant Jo. I didn't love Kendall like that...there was no way. Sure I had confessed to James last night, after the whole...dress thing, that if I ever decided to sleep with a guy, it'd be Kendall...but sex and love aren't the same thing. Maybe to girls it is, but not guys. But really, I meant to say Jo...didn't I?

Carlos barged into my line of vision, making up some excuse as to why Kendall hadn't responded. I let my focus be taken off Kendall. I was straight.

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Carlos rescued the band. He got on his knees in front of her, telling her that of course Kendall loved her because no one could resist her. Mercedes dumped Kendall and took Carlos as her new boyfriend. James was pissed about it. I thought it was because he was once again rejected in favor of one of the other guys. But he didn't have to worry, I was almost 100% positive Mercedes would pick him before me. So he'd be third which isn't that bad.

"Mercedes said she wanted homemade cookies," Kelly said looking to Gustavo and Kendall.

"The apartment," we all exclaimed and ran up to 2J. Somehow, we beat the two love birds.

"Bathroom," James yelled, leading the way to the public bathroom in the kitchen, which really, thinking about it now makes no sense. But I had been trying to figure out the logic there since the first day I moved in. James got into the bathtub stepping to the side, Kendall got in next to him so I stood infront of him, Gustavo and Kelly getting in next to us.

We could hear Carlos come in, Mercedes close behind, but behind the closed wood door of the bathroom, we couldn't make out words, just the tones of what they were saying. It sounded like she was ordering him to do stuff.

"Don't be mean," James chastised in a sharp whisper, shoving Kendall's shoulder. "Carlos is doing this for us because you couldn't handle saying yes." I had no idea what Kendall had done to start this but whatever it was, it was making the diva of the group angry.

He glared at him. "You know I'm not just going to lie about being in love with somebody! Especially someone like her!"

James' glare turned colder. "Well now Carlos has to deal with her and it's your fault!"

He shoved at him. "Maybe you're just angry cause you're not hot enough to be her boyfriend!"

"I am too! Look at my face," he whisper yelled, his jazz hands accentuating his face.

"Enough," I sighed, hitting them both on the head with my tooth brush. This was ridiculous. Carlos was fake dating her. He knew what would happen if he did and yes, he was doing it for the band, but that wasn't Kendall's fault! It's not like he asked the other boy to do this. "You're going to make them hear us!"

He smirked and grabbed his loofah hitting me over the head gently. "Don't hit me," he challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"Or me," James said, nudging a shampoo bottle against my shoulder.

"Don't hit Logan," Kendall said, hitting James hard with the loofah. He glared at Kendall, shoving at him with the bottle.

"Don't hit me," James countered glaring annoyed.

"Guys," I growled, hitting them again with my tooth brush. What were we like four now? "Stop it." If I was honest it was really amusing to see the two giants arguing like this though.

"You stop," he said as he hit me gently with the bathing item turned weapon.

I giggled like a little kid that just discovered a new game and hit him again with the toothbrush. He grinned and we went back and forth, continuing and ignoring the stares from the three other people until Kelly grabbed his mom's back scrubber and hit us both with it.

"Focus," she whispered, nodding to the door.

Kendall glared at her before his attention was snapped to the door by a scream. Suddenly the door opened and closed. Kelly held the back scrubber up, ready to hit whatever may threaten us, and pulled the shower curtain back. Carlos stared at us as he caught his breath, confused by what he found.

"This looks weird right," Kendall asked, looking at all of us in the shower then back to Carlos. He nodded, smiling weakly before Gustavo interrupted.

"Who cares," he said, pointing back to the door Carlos came through. "Get back in there!" Kelly and James nodded agreeing with him. Carlos shook his head, fear in his eyes.

"Okay, we're close to near to almost being halfway there," I explained, using my hands to make a visual.

"Go on," Kelly urged, waving the back scrubber at him.

"I can't go back! She hurts me," he whined back still pressed against the door.

"Are you talking behind my back with shower people," Mercedes' voice cut through the door.

"No," Carlos called back faltering for a cute nickname, "apple blossom!"

Suddenly the door was kicked open, Carlos was thrown to the shower and Kelly screamed. Mercedes stood in the doorway glaring at us. Carlos turned around and stared at her afraid.

"You lied to me! We're finished! My new boyfriend is," she began, pointing to all of us, James moving with it to get her to point to him and Kendall avoiding it, before her finger landed on me, "him!"

I gasped and my eyes widened in dread. This could not be happening! She was supposed to pick James before me! James is the pretty one! Who wouldn't wanna date James? Why'd she have to pick me? I wanted to cry. Instinctually I pressed back slightly into Kendall, trying to get him to protect me as James stepped in front of me.

"Him? Do you not see this," James asked, his voice full of the offense he felt. "Huh?" He did his jazz hands again as he smiled, trying to show off just how pretty he could be.

I stayed behind him and nodded, pointing to James, trying to get Mercedes to change her mind.

"Let's go new boyfriend," she said, not amused by James. "We're going to dye your hair to match my bag!"

"What? No," I squeaked, my voice shaking with worry as I grabbed my hair. James turned to look at me with wide eyes, suddenly not envious of his position.

"So," Gustavo began once she had left. "You gonna do the right thing?" The right thing? THE RIGHT THING? If the right thing involved me dying my hair green to match my fake girlfriends purse in the hopes of getting this demo off the ground then…yes. I mentally sighed as I pictured the others. They had all done everything they could for this album…it was my turn and I was ready to face the music.

"No," Kendall cut in, glaring after her. We all turned to him, separating so we could all see him. "I am," Kendall said, looking at me before his gaze went back to the doorway. "Hold my loofah." He handed it to me, ignoring my shocked expression. James watched him with his brows furrowed, like he knew something the rest of us didn't.

We stayed in the shower, all silent and worried as Kendal walked out. What was he planning? How could he possibly fix this?

"Hey, you're my old boyfriend, where's my new boyfriend?"

"He's dumping you," Kendall grinned.

"What?"

"WHAT," we all screamed as we burst from the bathroom shocked.

"Because you're spoiled, pushy, mean, and he and me, and we would all rather go back to Minnesota than spend one more second pretending to be your boyfriend." Kendall smirked. I couldn't believe he said that. He was willing to risk everything we had worked so hard to build just so that none of us had to fake date Mercedes anymore. I pressed closer to his side, wishing I could be as reckless as him. To not think about the possibility that he just threw away our dream by doing this. "And man it felt good to say that," he grinned wide, stomping his foot and pounding his hands on the air as if it was a table.

"Well let me tell you something, there is no way I'm picking your demos now! Big Time Rush is Big Time Done!" She glared throwing our CD on the ground before stomping her heel into it. We all screamed in dread as we watched her. She grabbed her dog in a purse, opened the door, glared at us, and left.

And so that was how the dream of Big Time Rush ended. I just hope I'd figure out a way to steal the encyclopedia's from the library to take back home with me.