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"I walk out in silence, that's when I start to realize what you bring to my life."
"Don't you think I'm a big girl now? I can take care of myself very fine."
"I know you can, but I've never had you stay alone before and it's just a little nerve-racking is all"
"What am I? Two?"
A slim brown haired girl sighed as she held her cell phone to her ear, walking into the Palm Woods. She had finished a hard days work of practice and had decided to go back to her apartment to get some food and a nice nap in before the afternoon ended.
"Alright, you're right. I'm being overprotective now."
"Yes you are. It's time to let go."
"What are you, a therapist now, Jayne?"
Said girl smirked a bit as she shook her head, walking into the hotel lobby. She glanced over to her right, staring out through the doors let led to the pool. She raised a brow as she zoned out her aunt for a short second.
"Sorry, Claire. I got to go now."
"Alright, I'll be back tomorrow night! So just stay alive until then!"
The brunette rolled her eyes as she smiled and nodded. "I will." Hitting the end button, Jayne made her way out to the pool doors. She walked up to the table sitting happily under the shade of the trees and sat down across from its occupant.
"So, I see you decided to take a break from your crazy friends."
"Oh, Jayne. Hey," the surprised reader said as he shut his book, knowing he would probably have to continue where he was later.
"Where are the other three, Logan?" Jayne asked as the singer sighed with a tired smile on his face.
"I'll spare you from the craziness they got themselves into and just say I told them I'm taking a break from the ridiculous schemes for the day," he explained as Jayne chuckled, shaking her head.
"Why am I not surprised they're up to something?"
"Hah, yeah."
"And I'm guessing Kendall is the ringleader?" Jayne asked as Logan released a small laugh, nodding his head.
"You guessed right, I seriously need some new friends," the to-be doctor said to the girl as she smirked, nodding her head.
"I can see where you're coming from," she said as she stood to her feet. "Then again," she began to walk away as she kept her back toward the hotel to look at Logan, "life would be a little black and white for you, wouldn't it?"
The genius of the group thought for a moment before smiling. "It would be for everyone."
Jayne's eyes softened for a moment before she smiled, shaking her head and walking inside. She stopped for a second as she thought about what the two had just conversed over. She smiled and shook her head, making her way towards the elevator. Now that she was thinking about it, she had to ask herself; what would have her life here in the Palms Woods have been like if she hadn't met the boys of Big Time Rush.
If she hadn't met Kendall?
Before she had even noticed, Jayne found herself standing in the elevator, the doors opening just for her. She shook her head and stepped on to her floor, turning back to watch the doors slide shut. She sighed and made her way towards her home, ready to get into more comfortable clothes and jump into her bed. She approached her door and glanced to her right, staring at Kendall's room door for a second. She shook her head as she opened her door and walked in, tossing her keys on to the kitchen counter. She smiled happily as she quickly went into her room, changing into a t-shirt and sweats. She stretched and yawned as she made her way into the kitchen, pulling a cup, juice, and a bag of chips out.
"Finally, peace and quiet," she said to herself as she walked over to her couch. She flicked on the TV and smiled as her favorite movie, Casablanca, appeared on the screen. She began to watch the movie, but as she did, she noticed that it was less entertaining than she had remembered it being, though she still loved it with every fiber in her body.
Deciding to switch things up, Jayne flipped the channel and left it up in the air, just in case nothing else was on. After a few channels, the girl stopped, noticing a lot of commotion appearing on the screen. She watched for a bit longer before she smirked and shook her head.
"Minnesota Wild vs. Vancouver Canucks," Jayne mumbled to herself as she chuckled and shook her head. She watched the game and sighed as she set the remote down, positioning herself comfortably on her couch. She watched intently, turning the game on just in time for the beginning. She was surprised at how interested she was in the entire thing. She was never one to be into sports, and she rarely went out of her way to watch them, least of all hockey. She could perhaps understand watching football or soccer; those sports were her father's favorites, but hockey? She found it random, but what she found more random was the fact that she sort of enjoyed watching it. When did she start with that strange habit?
"Huh…when-" she stopped as she chuckled and shook her head. "Kendall Knight." She laughed a bit as she sighed, grabbing another chip and popping it into her mouth.
If it hadn't been for that idiot, Jayne would have never discovered her secret love for the rather violent sport, which surprised her that she even had any sort of interest in it in the first place. Yet, somehow with him prying and forcing her to watch his favorite team play a couple of times, she found that the sport was rather invigorating and not as bad as she thought it was going to be.
Actually, if it hadn't been for that silly boy many things in her life wouldn't have happened. For one, she wouldn't have lost three weeks worth of sleep in the very beginning, but on the brighter side, she wouldn't have made the friends she did. She would probably be locked in her room more than ever, and the smiles she shared with everyone everyday would be lost away somewhere.
"Well..." Jayne mumbled to herself. She blinked before she chuckled quietly to herself.
She had just realized how much Kendall had changed her life.
"And I didn't even notice," she muttered as she stared at the coffee table by her feet. She smiled a bit as the image of Kendall's mischievous smirk appeared in her mind. She sighed as she stood to her feet and walked over to her fridge.
"I guess Logan may have had a point," she mumbled as she closed her bag of chips. She walked back to the couch and continued to watch the game, satisfied with lounging around for the rest of the day.
Suddenly, after a good couple hours of doing absolutely nothing, the sound of something vibrating filled the air, causing the young girl to raise a brow. The sixteen year old picked up her cell phone as she glanced at the random number. She hesitantly picked the call up with a raised brow.
"Hello?"
"Jayne?"
"…Kendall?"
"Yes! See I told you she would pick up!"
"Kendall, focus. Where are you calling me from?"
"Logan's phone."
"Wait, what-"
"There's really no time for too many questions, but I seriously need you to do me a huge favor!"
"And what do I get out of this?"
"...My gratitude?"
"Come on, Jayne!" Said girl chuckled as she heard her three other friends calling out to her in the background. She sighed as she stood to her feet, walking into her room to change.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"It's kind of complicated, but long story short, we're at Rocque Records."
"What? How did Logan get there when-"
"Ah, ah, ah! No questions! We're locked in one of the supply closets and we could REALLY use a hand getting out before five."
Jayne sighed as she walked out of her room, grabbing her keys and walking out of her home. She glanced at the time on her phone and shook her head. A quarter before five.
"You have some explaining to do when I get there."
"Ah, sweet! Jayne, you're the best!"
"I know," she replied back as she sighed, hanging her phone up. She quickly ran to the elevator, pressing the down button a bit frantically.
That freak of nature just always seems to find his way to trouble, the brunette thought as she smirked at the thought, shaking her head.
What would her days be like if she didn't get random calls for help from the blond and his band of misfits? It had become a regular thing for the girl. She would be minding her own business, doing something during the day, and suddenly she would get a phone call from Kendall asking for help or asking for some sort of escape idea; it was almost ridiculous.
What was more ridiculous was the fact that Jayne was becoming accustomed to the phone calls. She was almost expecting them. For her, it was more strange for her to not receive a phone call from one of the boys.
"That kid is seriously more trouble than he's worth." Deep, deep, DEEP down inside of Jayne's heart, she knew she didn't mean it.
She quickly stepped into the elevator and impatiently waited for the car to stop at the lobby floor. She quickly scurried out of the elevator as it opened and rushed outside, glancing around and smiling. She noticed a cab that had just pulled up, a woman and boy climbing out of the car. She quickly sprinted up to the yellow car, surprising the driver, and jumped in, glancing at the time.
"Where to?" the driver asked curiously as Jayne looked at him through the rear view mirror.
"Rocque Records please, and fast!" she explained as the driver nodded his head.
The car ride was a smooth one, the driver obviously a professional at dodging cars and changing lanes at an outrageous speed. The brown haired girl stared at the window as she glanced at her phone.
I've got ten minutes.
"Is there any way you could go-WHOA!" the girl yelped out in shock as she flew across the backseat, not having her seat-belt on being her biggest mistake of the day. She winced as she sat up straight, looking at the driver to see a rather crazed look in his eyes. She decided to stay quiet, knowing they would get to the studio in time.
Finally, after a frightening car ride, the yellow cab jerked to a stop, Jayne grunting and holding herself in place. She took a few seconds to relax, the fear of dying in a crazy car crash quickly disappearing. She quickly climbed out of the car, pulling out thirty dollars. Without looking back, the teenager quickly sprinted into the building.
"You can keep the change! Thank you!" She never did forget her manors.
"Alright, Kendall, where are you," she mumbled to herself as she power walked through the office-like halls of the building. Finding an elevator, the girl quickly walked in, dialing the number that Kendall had called from. She waited as the phone rang, a voice finally answering.
"Hello?"
"Logan?" Jayne asked, recognizing his voice well. Said boy released a relieved sigh from the other end as she heard other voices in the background.
"Jayne, where are you?" the genius asked as Jayne glanced at the numbers on the elevator.
"What floor are you guys on?" she asked as she glanced at the time. Seven minutes left.
"Guys! Floor, now!" Jayne heard Logan snap as she listened to her friends.
"Uh, fifteen?"
"No! Thirty!"
"Carlos there is no thirtieth floor!"
"Give me the phone!"
Jayne sighed as she shook her head, rolling her eyes at their stupidity.
"Jayne?"
"It's me."
"Ten, that's the floor. Janitor's closet! To your left!"
"Right." Hanging up, Jayne quickly pressed the 'ten' to the elevator, tapping her foot as she waited impatiently. Finally, the ding from the elevator signified the stop reached as the door slid open. She almost jumped out as she glanced at the time. The brunette, remembering what Kendall had told her on the phone, quickly began to sprint to her left, glancing from door to door. She slid to a stop as she stared at a door. She quickly tried to open it, but failed to at first.
"Jayne?" she heard muffled voices call out. She shook her head as she sighed, glancing around.
"You four truly exceed my expectations of idiocy."
"Thanks!" Silence fell over the five for a moment as the three boys in the closet looked at Carlos incredulously. He looked back at them with a confused expression, and the boys quickly decided to disregard what had just happened.
"Anyways, it's locked from out here. How did you guys get into this mess?"
"Less talk, more escaping!" the young lady heard James exclaim through the door. She shook her head as she quickly ran into a random room, looking for two paperclips. She nodded to herself as she picked some up, running back to the door.
"Jayne?"
"You've got four minutes," she called out as she continued picking the lock to the door. She frowned when she broke her first paperclip, but she refused to give up. She pulled out the other paperclip as she concentrated hard.
"Jayne?" she heard the four call out anxiously as she ignored them.
"Finally!" she said with a grin as she quickly turned the door knob, opening the door. She backed up a bit as she watched the four boys fall from the tiny looking closet. She leaned in over them as she looked around the rather small space the boys had been squeezed into.
"How long have you guys been locked in here for?"
"No time!" Kendall shouted as he leapt to his feet, the other three doing the same. "Guys!"
"Right!"
Jayne watched as the four sprinted down the hall, leaving her feeling rather lost. She shook her head but looked back as she watched Kendall peek around the corner at her.
"Wait in the lobby!" Without a second to respond, the blond disappeared, leaving Jayne chuckling. She shook her head as she turned and smiled a bit.
Yes, indeed. Without the crazy, energetic, funny, irritating, obnoxious boy in her life, things would seem a bit dimmer.
"So, that's how it all went down."
Five teenagers sat around in room 2J as they discussed the day's past events. Jayne sat on the orange couch beside James and Carlos as Logan sat at the kitchen table and Kendall sat close to the TV on the table, flicking through the channels.
"You guys are ridiculous," Jayne stated as none of the boys objected; they all knew she was right.
"And you," she said teasingly as she looked over at Logan, who smiled sheepishly at her. "What happened to 'I'm taking a break from the craziness'?"
"Yeah, that didn't really work out very well," the supposed genius of the group said as the others chuckled at him.
"Well, doesn't matter. In the end, everything worked out, like I said," Kendall said as the others rolled their eyes. The blond frowned as he stopped on ESPN.
"Crap," he muttered as Carlos raised a brow.
"What?" the Latino asked as Kendall kept his eyes pasted on the screen.
"We missed the game."
"Minnesota won, 6-2."
The boys stopped everything they were doing as their eyes widened, their pupils constricting. They slowly turned to the female in the room as she stared at the TV with a shocked look on her face, hand over her mouth. She hadn't been planning on saying anything in the first place about watching the game, but it was as if she couldn't control her own mouth. She cleared her throat as she stood to her feet.
"There wasn't anything else on," she stated defensively as she quickly made her way toward the door. She glanced back at the boys as they all smirked at her. She blushed a bit as she rolled her eyes.
"Don't look at me like that! Next time I'm ignoring you morons!" she snapped as she walked out of the apartment room. They listened as they heard the sound of the neighboring door opening and closing. The four exchanged glances before they burst into laughter, the day looking brighter by the second.
Kendall sighed as he stood to his feet, walking into the kitchen. He shook his head as he pulled out a water bottle. He made his way into his room, talking mostly to himself. "Man, things really wouldn't be the same without her."