ChapterTwo

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The best concert ever…then, hospital

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"Hollywood smells like crap," I commented as we stepped out of the airport.

"What did you expect to smell? Roses and daises?" Travis said sarcastically as he grabbed our luggage. Well, more like struggled- he could only carry one of my bags with his. "What did you pack, rocks?"

"No, I packed things I will need, promise," I answered, grabbing the rest of my suitcases.

"Oh! We have a ride, I guess." I looked to where Travis was pointing and saw a man with a board in his hands that read "Jenna/Travis." Crazy he knew our names! We walked up to him and nodded and he dropped the sign.

"Follow me, guys," he said, grinning. We followed the well-dressed man through the crowd and he led us to a long black limo peppered with BTR stickers and headshots that were really quite hot, I had to admit. He opened the door for us in a true limo-driver fashion, to my amusement. As we climbed in the television turned on to a Big Time Rush episode (my favorite, too- the first one) and a mini-fridge opened, revealing several flavors of pop.

"Oh my word," I whispered in disbelief. "We're halfway famous."

"You mean all the way famous," he replied, grabbing a pop and cracking it open. It all seemed to come so naturally to him. I just sat there and stared at the tv as we started to drive off towards wherever the concert was.

I had carefully concocted the perfect concert-type clothing; a purple fender guitar shirt with a black vest over it, the sweetest dark-wash jeans I owned, and my old beat-up converses. I felt awesome and probably looked awesome, too, but Travis would never tell me that, so I went by my own judgment. My red hair fell in loose curls around my face and I had my good 'ol aviator sunglasses on top my head.

The limo finally stopped and I looked out the window to see we were surrounded by a bunch of screaming girls.

"I LOVE YOU BIG TIME RUSH!" one screamed into the window. I rolled mine down halfway and narrowed my eyes.

"Well, they don't love you. Give us some breathing room," I said.

"Dude, look at all these girls," Travis said, mesmerized. Myself, acting as the mature older sister, gave him a singular piece of advice he wouldn't forget.

"They aren't going to have sex with you unless you're famous, Travy." They all seemed to part as the limo driver opened the door and Travis and I got out, wearing our awesome VIP passes around our necks. Stylish and amazing! We walked the length of the red carpet and I expected the fans to quiet down because we were nobodies, but cameras still flashed around us like nuts.

"ARE YOU SOMEONE'S GIRLFRIEND?" one yelled at me.

"No," I answered quickly and with a hint of disgust. Travis and I walked into the building and went all the way to the front row, which was standing-room only, and put our arms up onto the concrete of the stage. The place smelled like fame- everything was new plastic, and roadies were setting up fog machines, the Big Time Rush logo sign, and several can lights. That's when I saw one of the roadies struggling with a light and began to watch it slowly plummet to the ground. Having knowledge of lights from my Dad's DJ-ing service I hopped up on stage (some guy was yelling at me, but I could care less) and caught the light right in front of the poorly-trained roadie's eyes.

"Wow, lucky you were here," he said. "That's the last can light we have extra."

"I'm glad I could help," I answered, extending my hand. He took it and I helped him up. To my surprise I found I was looking into James Diamond's eyes, and he grinned.

"I'm not very good at this job….," he admitted, putting a hand behind his head.

"I uh…..I guess not," I answered, but just barely. This was it- I was meeting them! AHHHHH!

"I'm James. James Diamond," he said, flipping his hair. "And who are you, beautiful?"

"Jenna," I told him, regaining myself. "Help me get this light up before you almost drop everything else." He kept a good spirit up as we hooked the light onto the iron brackets on the sides of the stage.

"Dude, hurry up!" complained a familiar voice backstage. "We finished setting up thirty minutes ago! You should have done your hair last!"

"I couldn't help it!" he yelled back, pulling out his nasty black comb and brushing it back. "Now, where were we, Jenna?"

"We were done. Have a good concert, James," I said, rolling my eyes but still smiling. He smiled back and ran backstage. I jumped off the stage and stood beside Travis, which was becoming increasingly difficult as the fans began to pour in.

"That was cute," Travis said sarcastically. "Is that the one I'm murdering?"

"You can tell by the rejection I served him that that's not the one you're murdering, m'dear," I answered, smiling. "Now, grab onto this stage like your life depends on it, because it's going to once all these girls get in here." Suddenly the theater shook with the screams of thousands of fan girls and we were being pushed in every which direction but up. Travis turned around for one second then looked back at me in horror.

"I'm the only guy here," he said. Good thing I could read lips.

"You're fine! I'll protect you!" I yelled, laughing. He smiled a little but still looked nervously ill. Just as the last fans were pouring into the now-tiny arena Kendall Knight, Carlos Garcia, James Diamond and….da da da DA!...Logan Mitchell ran on from backstage, clapping and grinning. The entire crowd seemed to light on fire with spirit, and the screaming and yelling became impossibly louder.

"What's up, Hollywood?" asked Kendall Knight. I turned to see dozens of "I Love Kendall" and "Kendall, Marry Me!" signs being extended into the air. He grinned, but I could tell he didn't like the signs very much. "We're gonna start with our new song 'Til I forget about you!'" The music started and the boys started their dancing and singing, and quite beautifully, too. I watched as Logan did dozens of backflips and vocal solos, but he didn't even look at me once. James looked at me several times, winking and flipping his hair. Even Carlos stopped to look at me (after James nudged him several times in my direction) and smiled. I totally blushed then. Still, Logan didn't even look at me. The song finally ended and they started yet another one. The concert continued on like this for a good two hours, then finally it was done and all the screaming fans had left.

"I think I lost a good twenty years of hearing," Travis complained as we walked out.

"You loved it, secretly," I answered, giggling.

"VERY secretly."

"Oh shut up." That's when I saw the man with the gun, and that's when the real story begins.

White. White was the first color I saw when I opened my eyes. Not a pretty, welcoming white either; a sickly, blank white of a hospital room. A few bed sheets covered my body, and I was wearing the most ugliest hospital gown that man had invented. The worst part of all is that my ass was cold, and I KNEW it was backless. Come on, I took a bullet! Can't I get a closed gown?

"You're awake!" Travis said from beside me. He looked absolutely relieved when he stood beside me and looked at me face. "I can't believe you took a bullet for one of those guys. You don't even know them!"

"Hey, I don't know them, but they don't need to die," I answered weakly. He managed to chuckle.

"I'll give you that," he said. "Oh, the one you like so much is pacing in the hallway outside. Should I go get him?"

"Logan Mitchell is pacing outside my room," I gulped nervously. "I can't do this. Can you sneak me out through the ventilation shafts?"

"I could do that, but that's not nice to do to a guy that you saved the life of," Travis grinned. "Plus it's embarrassing you and you're turning red, so it has to happen."

"Cruelty!" I shouted after him as he went into the hallway. In stepped Logan Mitchell, a face full of worry and anxiety, but it all washed away when we met eyes.

"You're alive!" he cheered.

"Mostly," I answered as my arm throbbed in pain. "It still hurts."

"Let me see," he said quickly, walking right up to my arm and examining it. Well, he did want to be a doctor someday, so maybe this was just him being normal. "Good thing they have a cast on this. It'll heal quickly. Well, mysterious fan girl, I really should thank you. You saved my life." He dropped my arm and sat beside me on the bed. I leaned up a little bit so I was sitting and looked him straight in the eyes. They were a beautiful, chocolate color.

"I'm glad I saved your life," I admitted. "Who else would sing with Big Time Rush?"

"They could have definitely found someone else," he grinned.

"And you know that's a lie," said a voice from the doorway. I looked over to see the rest of Big Time Rush standing there, grinning at me. First there was Kendall Knight, the blonde leader one. I liked him second best (Logan always came first). Then came Carlos Garcia, the cute but slightly dangerous one. Last was James, who was giving me that stupid grin. The voice was naturally Kendall's. I wasn't too surprised.

"And she saves the day again," James laughed as he walked up next to me first. "Nice cast. Got a sharpie?"

"Well, I just woke up, so there's not much I know yet," I answered. "You'll have to search around." I left him to looking for a marker and turned to the other boys. "I'm really just glad I saw the guy- that was really close. Who would want to shoot you guys, anyways?"

"Who knows?" Kendall asked wearily, sitting in one of the few chairs in the room.

"My bet is the same people that want to shoot the Jonas Brothers," Travis shouted from outside. I groaned for his displeasure and shook my head.

"Just ignore him," I told BTR. "He's just jealous because he isn't in a band."

"NOT YET!" he yelled even louder. This time I just let him go and laughed a little.

"We seriously owe you though," Kendall said. "And we don't even know your name."

"Jenna," James answered suddenly, finding a black marker. "Her name's Jenna. She's the one who helped me with the lights."

"OH!" Carlos said, getting excited. "You're the girl James kept pointing at!"

I had to laugh at that. "That would most likely be me."

"So we owe you even more," Logan grinned. "Then again James can't do anything unless it's his hair."

"Not true!" James argued, starting to write a humongous paragraph on my poor arm. "One time I made chocolate chip cookies….and Carlos liked them!"

"That's because Carlos had a cold and couldn't taste anything," Logan said. "Those cookies were black, awful, and really gross."

"I dunno- they tasted good to me," Carlos grinned widely. "Kinda like the inside of a campfire!"

"Okay guys, back to reality here," Kendall chuckled. Yeah, he was definitely cute, but I was staring at Logan, who was turned towards the window in the hospital. "What can Big Time Rush do to thank you, Jenna?"

"You already are doing something for me," I admitted. They got very quiet and stared at each other, obviously confused. I started to giggle at their handsome faces, and James finally capped the pen and stared right into my eyes.

"What are we doing?" he asked.

"I won that contest thing," I told them. "You're supposed to be-"

"-YOU'RE THAT JENNA?" they said loudly in unison. I raised a very confused eyebrow and gave them a weird look.

"Uh…yeah, I guess so….why?"

"You're hot!" Carlos said quickly, still smiling like a moron. Logan slapped the back of his head, and Carlos lost the smile. "I mean….you're….not going to need a favor 'cause you already won!"

"I guess that's right," I agreed, smiling. "How did you guys know about me?"

"They sent us your information," Kendall told me.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we got a picture and know things about you," James said nonchalantly. "Nice picture- I personally would have enjoyed a 'girl next door' kind of look, but what you gave us was good."

"I'm not going to lie, guys, that's mildly creepy."

"Well, we wanted to know you weren't a stalker," Logan said. "After all, we have a few of those and we didn't want to hang out with one."

"Oh. So you think I'm a stalker." Logan held up his hands in innocence and shook his head quickly.

"That's not what I meant!" he said, obviously annoyed. "I meant that we didn't want someone who was going to be in love with us, so-"

"-So you think I'm in love with you?" I asked him, confused.

"I HOPE NOT!" he said even louder. My face fell, and he must have noticed, because his tone dropped. "Not that I would mind that…I mean, I don't want you to….you see….oh, I give up."

"It's fine, Logan," I laughed, patting his hand. "I'm not desperately in love with you." Lie.

"Okay," he said, almost looking relieved. I frowned and looked at the rest of the guys.

"So, how long am I in here for?"

"A few more days, then you can go," Carlos explained.

"Which reminds me- we should go," Kendall said, getting up. "We have a music video to shoot. See you later, Jenna." They all stood and left, except Logan.

"Are you okay?" he asked. My stomach had fell since he was happy I wasn't in love with him. He was hot, I was nobody. Who was I kidding? He hadn't fallen for me at all; he was the smart one! He had his head on straight! That mean he would be the least likely to go anywhere near my heart.

"Just fine." Second lie.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay? I mean, you don't look good."

"I'll be fine." Third lie. "You need to shoot your music video.

"…I guess so," he said slowly. "But if you need me…." He grabbed the Sharpie from beside me and wrote his number on my cast. "Call that, okay? I'll see you soon." He smiled and walked out the door, leaving me a mess.

"Wait, you took my heart," I whispered, looking at the number now permanently etched into my cast. I just had to look at that paragraph that James had wrote:

Jenna-

I secretly hope you're a fan girl of BTR, because you're almost as hot as me. Well, I take that back. You're hotter than me. So, if you're not busy Friday night, we should go see a movie or something. I'm glad you saved Logan's life, too- then we wouldn't have met. (winky face)

James Diamond

"Oh dear," I mumbled. Travis walked in the door and frowned.

"What now?"

"I think I have a date written into this cast."

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So this was chapter two already! Hurrah! Please review, lemme know what you think, and check up on my story Boys On The Wall: Big Time Rush for more BTR goodness! Loves you guys!