Hey everyone, today's Saturday, which means I'm updating! =) Thanks for all of the positive reviews, I'm extremely glad you guys like the story so far. I'm very thankful for all of your support because that's one of the biggest reasons this story has even gotten this far!

Things are about to get really intense, so I threw in a bit of a more relaxed chapter before things get super crazy. I hope you readers enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Big Time Rush characters or the song lyrics.

"I like the way you're everything I ever wanted."

Several days had passed since Jayne's arrival back to Maine, and she was starting to think she would burst if she didn't get back on a flight to L.A. soon. Not only was she trying to be convinced to come back home by her father, but all of her least favorite people would be at her house that evening for her "welcoming" party.

"This is not what I asked for," Jayne mumbled as she stood in front of a body length mirror. She stared at her light blue, one-sleeve dress and sighed as she smoothed it out. She walked to her closet and slipped her shining, black heels on. She stretched and walked back to her bed, flipping her phone open. She groaned, the party now officially started. Perhaps if she stayed in her room no one would notice? No, her father would find her instantly, unfortunately.

"Jayne?" Said girl turned around as her room door opened, Claire walking in with her own dress on. She smiled at her niece as she walked up to her and walked her to her desk. She sat the girl down and began to brush her brown locks, an irritated expression falling over the dancer.

"He's trying to set me up."

"What do you mean?"

"Please, you know him. This isn't a welcoming party," Jayne muttered as Claire chuckled a bit. "This is him trying to set me up with some rich, entrepreneur's son."

"You don't know that for sure."

Jayne gave her aunt a knowing look as the woman laughed and shook her head. "Either way, it doesn't matter. We have a flight to catch tomorrow morning back to L.A."

"Thank god for that," the seventeen year old sighed as she shook her head. She stood to her feet as Claire smiled down at her.

"You look beautiful."

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself," she said playfully as Claire rolled her eyes.

"Lets go, brat."

The two made their way toward the dining room of the large house, and smiled at the guests as they entered the room.

Mr. Kent looked over his shoulder and smiled as he motioned for his daughter to come his direction. Jayne smiled weakly as she stood in place, but grunted as her aunt nudged her toward her former brother-in-law. Jayne frowned at her chaperone as the woman motioned for her to go to her father. Sighing, Jayne complied, begrudgingly making her way to her father.

It was strange, she had come to realize it was much harder faking her smile this time around than it had been before.

"Jayne," he started. "I'd like you to meet Mr. Baker and his son, Thomas Baker."

"Nice to meet you," Jayne said as she forced a smile across her lips. Mr. Baker smiled as his son smirked at her, making her mentally gag.

"Why don't we let these two talk for a bit while we ourselves get a bit of something to eat, yes?"

Jayne would have grabbed a hold of her father had it not been inappropriate at the time. She watched with dismay as her father and one of his guests walked away, leaving her with the rather smug looking son.

"So, tell me about yourself, Thomas," Jayne said sarcastically.

Thomas smirked as he chuckled. "Why bother when you want nothing to do with me."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Only because you're not trying to hide it." Jayne stared at the boy for a second as she thought, pursing her lips a bit. The eighteen year old boy raised a brow as he blinked.

"What is it?" he asked curiously as the brunette shook her head.

"Nothing you need to worry about," she said to the black haired boy.

He was good looking. He had a strong build and a not so bad face, but for some reason, Jayne just wasn't interested, not that she would have been interested in the first place, but for some reason, it felt as though there was a reason to her lack of interest in the wealthy son.

"So, why?"

"Why what?" Jayne asked as Thomas chuckled.

"Why don't you like me?" Surprised at his bluntness, the young CEO daughter blinked.

"Oh…well…it's nothing personal."

"It's always a little personal though, isn't?" the brown eyed boy pointed out. Jayne sighed as she shrugged.

"I suppose you're right," she said.

"I know your kind. I'm one of your kind, and I'm just not interested in the selfish, proud, irritating boys."

"Hmm, seems like you have it all figured out," he said as he nodded his head, Jayne watching the son of Mr. Baker carefully.

"To be honest," he started. "I'm less than interested in you too."

She would take that as a compliment.

"Why's that?" Jayne asked curiously as Thomas chuckled.

"I happen to have someone who I like and likes me, even for all of my selfishness, arrogance and irritating habits," he said playfully. Jayne stared for a moment before she chuckled and nodded.

"That's good to hear."

"…You know," Thomas began. "You're much different than I heard."

"What have you heard?" the dancer asked as Thomas shrugged.

"I heard you were…well a little awkward." Jayne couldn't argue with that.

"Awkward, huh?" the girl laughed a bit as she sighed. "I may have been a little awkward before. A lot has changed since then though," she stated as Thomas nodded.

"So, then if the arrogant, wealthy boys aren't your type of boys, what is?" he asked as the brunette blinked, taken back by his question.

"M-My type of boy?"

"That's right," Thomas said casually as he took a sip of his punch.

Jayne thought for a moment before she answered his question hesitantly. "I've never really thought about it…but I suppose the guy I like has to be honest."

"Honest?"

"That's right. Never afraid to tell the truth. He also has to be funny, and family and friends are very important to him," she said as she continued to ponder the question. "He also has to be a little spontaneous. That never really hurts. Oh and he's also has to be selfless."

"Selfless? Wow, those are some high standards," Thomas joked as Jayne frowned.

"You think so?"

"To be honest, it sounds like your describing someone. You think of anyone when you name off these traits?" Thomas asked. He blinked, raising a brow at Jayne's wide eyed expression.

"What is it?"

She shook her head as she released a short laugh. "It's nothing."

For some reason, the image of Kendall's smile appeared before Jayne.

"Jayne?"

"What is it?" Said girl sat up from her bed, tired from the night's events.

The party had gone not as terribly as Jayne had thought. She actually had enjoyed Thomas' presence, though her father had thrown her at several other boys that were a bit more interested in her than Thomas had been.

"You're still awake?" The young girl watched as her aunt came into her room. She nodded as the woman took a seat at the edge of her bed.

"So, was it that terrible?" she asked playfully as her niece rolled her eyes. She sighed as she shrugged.

"I guess it could have been worse."

"You know, I over heard your dad talking about how you and one of the boys hit it off."

"Thomas? That's not going to happen," Jayne said with a smile. Claire raised a brow as she blinked.

"Why's that?"

"Thomas has someone he likes already," she simply stated. Claire stared before she chuckled and sighed.

"Kids these days." She glanced out the window of the large bedroom before she laid her gaze back to her niece.

"Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed? Please, I'm thrilled. Now I won't have to deal with father's crazy ideas of an arranged marriage. What are we? Living in the 17th century?" Claire laughed as she shook her head.

"It's nice."

"What's nice?" the young lady asked as her aunt shook her head.

"It's just, ever since you met those four boys, you've been so much more full of life is all."

Jayne thought for a moment as she glanced at the night sky. "You think so?"

Claire nodded as she smiled and stood to her feet. She gave her niece a gentle pat on the head before she began to make her way to the door. "Goodnight, make sure you get some sleep, we've got to get up early tomorrow."Jayne nodded as she smiled, her door closing. She sat in silence for a moment before she reached over and shut her nightstand light off. She stared through the darkness as she mulled her thoughts over for a moment. She cleared her throat and rolled to her side, closing her eyes and relaxing.

The last thing she could remember was Kendall's smiling face wishing her goodnight.