Author's Note: In this story, Big Time Rush isn't a show, just a band. So the characters are unaware of the Palmwoods and the other people inside of it. I do not own BTR.

Oh yes, and if you're keeping up on my story Boys On The Wall: Big Time Rush, I'm working on another chapter, I PROMISE! Also, YouTube stars story coming up as well as a Charlie Puth. If you don't know who that is, look him up. Okay, here's your chapter three guys!

ChapterThree

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Travis tells me all & we get out of the damn hospital

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There was a soft knock at the door and it stirred me from my restless sleep. Travis was grinning at me.

"Good morning," he whispered. "Can I come in?"

"I guess," I answered. "But only if you pay up. Five bucks. It's expensive to see Hollywood's finest bodyguard in the hospital."

"I don't think I have that much to spare, Jen," he said, rolling his eyes. "How about you just sneak me in."

"I guess so." We both grinned and he sat in the chair beside me, where Kendall had sat earlier that week. I kind of missed the BTR guys….well, maybe just Logan. Only James when I was bored. They hadn't visited since that painfully awesome day.

"How are you feeling?" Trav asked, jarring me out of my thoughts.

"Better. Doc says I can leave today," I told him proudly. He smiled and gave me his usual cheesy thumbs-up.

"Good, because we have a lot of Hollywood to see," he said excitedly. "The radio station heard what you did! They're excited to interview you after the trip. Plus the record company wants us to stay an extra week here on them to make up for all this hospital time."

"Extremely epic." I grinned and we high-fived. "What's first?"

"First is the Hollywood walk of fame. I need to find Betty White."

"….Why, Travis?"

"Because I want to get a picture with Betty White's star!" he said, throwing his hands into the air. "Why else, Jenna?"

"I dunno, I guess. Have you heard from the guys yet?"

"Yes." I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?"

"YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THESE THINGS!" I shouted, throwing my good arm into the air. "What did they say?"

"First off, dear, there are several flower arrangements around you," he pointed out. I looked around me to see dozens of gorgeous vases full of flowers everywhere. I couldn't help but smile, since most of them had my name on them in a ribbon.

"Travy, will you bring me one?" I asked him. He nodded and stood, grabbing the one beside him and handing it to me. "This one says, To Jenna: You're amazing. Logan." My heart skipped a few beats and I blushed a deep red. Travis merely laughed at me.

"Secondly, I took messages, don't worry," he reassured. "Kendall said to tell you hi and ask how you were doing- he was the first to call. Second was Carlos- apparently he wants to know if you'll be his bodyguard for real?" I laughed at Carlos' obvious cuteness.

"Third was James- and that wasn't the only time he's called, either. He's pretty serious about that cast date. I'm feeling getting a new layer over that cast so you don't have to see it."

"Be nice, Travis. And…?"

"Oh yes, and Logan called. He really wanted to talk to you, but every time he called you were asleep. He sounded kind of upset- what did you do now?"

"Har har har," I said sarcastically. "Hand me my cell phone." He tossed me the phone and I held up my cast, reading the numbers that were in bold. A few rings and, to my horror, the line clicked with life.

"Hello?" Logan asked hesitantly. I could hear some singing in the background, and it was good singing, too. He must have been with BTR.

"Er, hi Logan," I answered nervously. "This is Jenna."

"Oh! Jenna!" he half-shouted into my ear. It sounded like he dropped something and there were several footsteps. The line fell silent.

"Hello?" I asked again, fearing he hung up.

"Sorry," he said. "We were recording."

"Oh! No, I'm the one who's sorry, I'll hang up now-"

"-No, don't hang up!" he said quickly. "I'm really glad to hear from you. Are you feeling better? I tried to call a couple times."

"So I've heard. Travis doesn't take good messages," I told him. "I'm feeling better. How are you?"

"Not so good." His voice dropped lower, as if someone were listening in. "I feel bad about the other day. I wasn't trying to say anything bad about you or to you, Jenna. I'm really not good around girls. The rest of the guys are."

"Wait. Carlos is?" I laughed.

"Well, all except him," he said, laughing too. "But really, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk."

"It's alright," I accepted happily. "If it helps, I'm no good with guys."

"You could have fooled me. James can't stop talking about you."

"…That's not really what I was going for."

"He thinks you're falling for him." His voiced hesitated. "You're not, are you?"

"No," I answered honestly. "I'm not falling for James, Logan."

"Okay," he sighed. "So, did you want to hang out with us tonight?"

"I'd love that. I'm a huge, adoring fan," I said sarcastically.

"Really?" I could hear a grin through his voice.

"Of course! We'll be there after checkout. Wait- where are you guys?"

"The Palmwoods. Where else?"

"Well, we have the limo again," Travis grinned, opening another pop. I nodded, looking down at my now-darkened cast. It looked that way because Travley and I had doodled on every white space we saw. He cursed James' name several times during this, to my amusement, because of his large and lengthy paragraph. It was pretty funny.

"Where is the Palmwoods at?" I asked the driver through the sliding window between us.

"It's just outside of Hollywood," he answered. I looked closer and discovered the "man" was actually a boy around our age with spiky, blonde hair and very pretty blue eyes. "I'm Jesse."

"I'm Jenna, that's Travis," I said, pointing my finger in my best friend's direction. "Are you driving us yourself these two weeks, Jesse?"

"Yes I am," he told me. "I drive most stars or future stars through Hollywood."

"Like who?" Travis asked, intrigued.

"Well, I've driven Johnny Depp a few times," he started. "Kim Kardashian, Eminem, Rihanna, of course Big Time Rush, the stars of iCarly, Harrison Ford, a whole ton of them."

"What's that like?"

"Well, I don't talk to most of 'em," he laughed. "In fact, Orlando Bloom once threw a water bottle at my head because I was driving too slow."

"Full or empty?" I asked.

"Full."

"Oooo," Travis and I cringed in unison.

"Yes, we'll save the injury discussion for another time," Jesse grinned. "We're here!" Travis and I both peered out the darkened windows of the limo to see a huge, tan building with a sign that read "The Palmwoods" standing proudly in front of it. A few kids walked by nonchalantly. Apparently Big Time Rush wasn't very famous around here. We got out of the limo with some help from Jesse, and he left, leaving us standing in front of the huge building.

"So, now what?" Travis asked, confused.

"Now we go in and ask for the guys." We walked up the cement pathway and right into to main entrance, stopping at the desk. There was a grouchy older man there with a Palmwoods jacket on, going over a small stack of papers. He saw us and groaned.

"Welcome to the Palmwoods," he said. "How can I help you."

"Uh, we're looking for Big Time Rush," I explained. His eyes narrowed.

"The monkeys. Yes, they're probably out by the pool right now. You'll find them being destructive." He went back to his paperwork with a sneer. Travis laughed as we walked away.

"I like that man."

"How about you find a girl for you to like instead?"

"Now that sounds like the least-destructive plan you've had in Hollywood so far," he said.

"You're a real riot, Travis. Now, be free!" I announced as we entered a nice outdoor pool area. There really were several girls walking around and talking, and Travis went to join them without hesitation. I decided I should try to be more like him.

"Jenna!" a voice called out from a distance. I looked to see the four boys sprawled out on chairs, smiling and waving. I waved back and walked over, narrowly avoiding being pushed into the pool.

"Guys, what's hanging?" I asked, sitting on a chair beside Kendall and putting my purse down.

"This is about it," Kendall answered me. "Getting some pool time."

"Actually, we're getting some tan time," James grinned. "That's what the Hollywood people do."

"No, that's what you do, James," Logan laughed, standing and sitting on the chair beside me. He began to whisper in my ear. "I'm sorry, I just have to see what he wrote on your cast. He can't stop bragging about it."

"Yeah, sure," I smiled, holding up my arm. Logan took it gently in his hand and read the huge, bolded paragraph with a bit of disgust and humor. First he frowned, then grimaced, then laughed, then turned to James.

"Wow, James, you don't sound like yourself at all," he said. To my amusement, James turned and winked at me, grinning cutely.

"That was the whole point, Logan my good man."

"Point or no point, you probably should have just asked the normal way," I giggled. "Travis was really pissed that he couldn't draw something where you wrote."

"Travis is the dark-haired one that was at the hospital, right?" Logan asked. I nodded. "Did you bring him because you guys are….?"

I laughed even harder at this. "No, Trav and I aren't dating. We're best friends. If we were dating, don't you think I'd be a little upset that he's walking around the Palmwoods with those three girls over there?" The boys' eyes all turned to my bestie, and then they gave a collective gasp of horror.

"How did he get the Jennifers to talk to him?" Carlos asked angrily. "They just ignore us!"

"Trav is actually quite amazing with girls," I explained. "He's a smooth talker."

"So then why hasn't he made a move on you?" Kendall asked.

"He did. I socked him in the nose and said I wasn't interested. We've been best friends ever since." Kendall laughed at this.

"Awesome. So-," Kendall started, when some very odd brunette walked up to us. She was dressed in a cowgirl outfit, or at least I thought she was. It was kind of an embarrassing thing to wear around, but she looked just right in it. Her face was full of anguish, and she stormed straight up to Logan and slapped his cheek. But, instead of the anger and confusion I expected to read on his face, he only looked mildly amused.

"DEREK!" she screamed. "How COULD you? And with Emily?" Her finger pointed to me, and I raised an eyebrow. "Did last night mean NOTHING to you? I'll show you what it meant to me!" Suddenly she leaned forward and, to my absolute painful horror, kissed Logan very deeply. The world seemed to freeze as these two locked lips, and I felt a painful wrenching in my gut. Oh no. Maybe it was the hospital food, or medication, or the kiss, but I was going to puke all over them if I didn't get out of there fast.

I stood up quickly and bolted back inside the Palmwoods, opening the first door I found. It miraculously happened to be the bathroom, and I went into the stall and threw up every bit of food I had eaten, it seemed, from that whole week. Tears streamed down my cheeks; not only did I hate throwing up, I was stunned by the bluntness of this girl. The kiss they shared was the worst part, though; it seemed picturesque, as if they belonged together naturally. This must be my warning to give up on Logan. That's what I thought as I sat on the tile of the bathroom floor, wiping my mouth and still balling my eyes out.