Hello readers! Here is the next chapter to this story! And after you read this, if the weather's still nice out, go outside because from where I'm at it is BEAUTIFUL out there and it would be sad to let it go to waste =) I hope you guys like this one. I've been cracking down and working hard on these chapters, especially because the story it's coming to a close. I don't want to give it all away, but it's definitely going to be coming together quickly here. I hope you guys like this chapter, and thank you for all of the support! I'm just glad you guys enjoy reading it as much as I love writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the song lyrics.
"It only breaks my heart to see you standing in the dark alone, waiting there for me."
Jayne was conflicted.
There were so many things going on at once in her life that she just couldn't seem to keep up with everything. She was confused, scared, angry, and most of all, happy.
Especially happy.
She shook her head and softly slapped herself on the cheek muttering, "You are such an idiot."
She hadn't seen Kendall since they had spoke in the elevator, and every part of her was yearning to see him, talk to him, laugh with him, be with him. It was as if he had a line hooked on to her entire soul; he had this strange ability to always reel her back to him. Part of her hated him for it and part of her was grateful because he was the only person that made her that genuinely happy, but that, in turn, just made her hate him even more.
She was really at a loss.
"Jayne?"
"Hi, Camille." The dancer smiled as the method actress walked into apartment 2H. She smiled at her friend as she approached the table Jayne had been sitting at. She opened her lips to say something, but stopped as she took a better look at her friend. She frowned as she shook her head.
"You look miserable."
"Is it that obvious?" Jayne sighed as she shook her head and covered her face with her hands, hoping that would somehow shield her from the hardships to come.
Camille's eyes softened as she cleared her throat and glanced at the item in her hands. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to go through with the favor she had been asked to do, but as she watched her friend battle with herself, she knew it was what she had to do. "This is for you."
Jayne blinked as she slowly looked up and stared at the small stub in her friend's hand. She raised a brow in confusion as she hesitantly grabbed the piece of parchment. "What exactly is this?"
"A ticket."
"For what?"
"Big Time Rush's opening concert to their tour."
The brunette blinked as her blue eyes stared at the ticket for a long moment. She had been more surprised that the dirty blond next door hadn't delivered the ticket himself, then again, he could only try so much before his confidence began to waver. Jayne was sure that he was beginning to lose faith in his feelings and in her.
She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Her eyes softened before she cleared her throat and shook her head, pushing the ticket away from her. "I'm not going."
"Jayne-"
"I appreciate you trying to get me to go, Camille, but I really don't think I'm going to go," the stubborn seventeen year old stated stubbornly as the actress sighed. She frowned as she shook her head at her friend.
"Why are you being so stupid?" Camille snapped as Jayne rolled her eyes. "It's obvious that you're crazy about Kendall."
"Don't say it like that," Jayne snapped as she stood to her feet and made her way to the fridge. Camille followed closely behind her, not ready to drop the topic at hand.
"I don't get you," the wavy haired girl stated as Jayne shrugged.
"I didn't think you would."
"If you like him, and you've basically come to terms with it all, why don't you go over there and tell him?"
"Because!" Jayne all but yelled. "I…"
Camille's eyes softened as she watched her close friend pull away from her and back into the shell she hid in when things became too much for her emotionally. She reached out and gently gave her friend's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Sorry."
Jayne shook her head after a second. "It's fine."
The two stood in silence for a second before Camille's phone began to go off. She pulled it out of the pocket of her dark jeans and smiled. "My manager."
"How was that audition?" Jayne asked, remembering the actress had gone to an audition for a play about a witch falling in love with the town's governor; she sure had such an interesting taste of work.
"It was good! I think I nailed it," she said confidently as the dancer smiled and nodded.
"I'll see you later!"
"Right."
Before she left, Camille looked back once more before walking over to the table and grabbing the ticket. She grabbed Jayne's hand and quickly placed the piece of paper into the girl's hand before she could object.
"Just think about it."
Jayne stood in her kitchen as she listened to the sound of her door closing. She took a deep breath as she held tightly to the ticket in her hand. She glanced down at it as she glanced at the calendar hanging on the dark blue wall.
The concert was going to be tomorrow, and after that the boys would be heading out to London. If she was going to talk to Kendall, she didn't have much time left.
And once again, Jayne groaned to herself, slapping herself on the forehead.
"Did you give her the ticket?"
"Yeah, but I'm not sure if she's going to go."
The genius of BTR sighed as he shook his head, glancing over at his best friend, who was busy trying to beat James and Carlos in a friendly game of Mario Kart. He bit his lip before nodding. "Thanks, Camille."
"No problem. I'll talk to you later."
Logan hung his cell phone up before pasting a smile on his face and walking over to his friends. "Who's winning?"
"The BEST Mario Kart player ever!" Kendall cheered as he stole first place from Carlos, who released a frustrated shout, James groaning and slamming the controller on the living room table. The dirty blond smirked smugly as he stood to his feet and bowed to his friends.
"First place, everybody!"
"Shut up!" A pillow flew into Kendall's face as he laughed and caught it, turning to Logan.
"What were you doing?" he asked curiously as Logan smiled a bit too innocently.
"Finishing up the rest of my calc before we have to head to the studio."
Kendall would have questioned the dark haired boy further, but at that second the door swung open, Katie being dragged into the room by Bitters, who seemed less than happy about whatever the youngest Knight had gotten herself wrapped into.
"Katie? What's going on?" Logan watched as the leader of the band turned his full attention to the hotel manager and his younger sister. He sighed as Carlos and James suddenly appeared before him.
"Did she take the ticket?" James asked as Logan shrugged.
"She took it, but I'm not sure if she's actually coming," he explained as Carlos frowned.
"This sucks!"
"Yeah it does," James said as Logan nodded.
The only thing the boys could do was wait.
Sunday morning had been a tedious morning for the girl in 2H. She woke up early to get to the studio early so she could work on a new routine she and her coach had come up with. After that, she barely had time to eat because she had to go to a dance class she was teaching for children right after her own practice. That lasted for two hours before she finally was able to grab something to eat and quell the grumbling in her stomach. It wasn't until late afternoon that the girl was finally given time to rest.
Jayne quietly groaned as her muscles screamed at her with ever step she took. She pushed past the pain though, it wouldn't do to collapse in the middle of the Palm Woods lobby. She waved to Guitar Dude as he lazily smiled at her, lifting an arm up and waving to her from the Cabana. She sighed and pressed the up button on the elevator; she would finally be able to rest and sleep.
She finally reached her door after a few, painful and excruciating minutes. She smiled, unlocking the door, but as she did, the sound of a door opening caught her attention. She looked over to her right and her eyes widened as she watched the dirty blond of Big Time Rush throw himself through the doorway.
"I've got to stop playing that game before sound checks." Kendall closed the door behind him and turned to sprint to the elevator, but stopped. He blinked with wide eyes as he stared at Jayne, who was wearing the same look on her own face. They stood in silence for a second, neither knowing what to do or say. Things had become critical between them but with Kendall having no time and Jayne trying to push him away, there was only one thing the dirty blond could possibly do at that moment.
He walked past the brunette without word, not even looking back once. He ignored her for the time being before he pressed the down button on the elevator. Fortunately for him, the doors slid open quickly and he was able to take refuge inside the car.
Even after the elevator doors closed and Kendall was probably already in the lobby meeting the others, Jayne stood in the hall, her pupils constricted and her heart racing. Of all the things to happen, Kendall ignoring her was the last thing she had expected to happen.
She slowly opened her door, closing it behind her and leaning back against it. She stood in her home for a moment, not sure of what to make of things.
It was selfish of her, she knew that, but she couldn't help but feel betrayed by how the singer had acted toward her just a few minutes before. Wasn't he suppose to like her? Didn't he confess his strong feelings for her? Hadn't he been just fighting for her feelings the other day? How could he so easily walk by and pretend she didn't exist? She couldn't have been more pissed off by his actions.
Then again, this is exactly how Jayne expected and wanted the blond to react in the first place. He had been trying so hard for quite some time to get the girl to understand his feelings and to get her to tell him how she felt without succeeding, it only made sense that he would finally give up. If that was what she had wanted from the beginning, why was she so upset? Why was she so angry with him?
"Get a grip!" Jayne snapped to herself. She grabbed her bags and made her way to her room, getting ready to shower. She walked into the bathroom and stared at her reflection in the mirror for a second before she turned the water on.
She carefully stepped into the shower, letting the pellets of water splatter on to her back and head. Her hair quickly absorbed the water, soaking her entire head and body. She released a sigh as she felt all of the tension in her back drain away with the water. She stood motionlessly for a second before her autopilot switched on, her hand reaching for the bottle of shampoo that sat on the shelf in front of her.
…I like you.
Jayne blinked, surprised she had suddenly began to think of the night Kendall had stormed into her room and disrupted everything in her life. She frowned as she shook her head, hoping to rid herself of the thoughts.
…All that matters is you and me.
"Stop thinking about that!" she snapped to herself.
After a few minutes, the brunette stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off, squeezing the water from her hair. She walked into her room, towel wrapped tightly around her form, and walked over to her closet. She stared at her clothes for a moment before she frowned.
Even when we argue, even when we fight, even when we make fun of each other, it all feels…right.
"God! Shut up!" she snapped to herself as Kendall's voice rang in her ears. She released a frustrated shout before something on her desk caught her attention. She blinked as she reached over and picked up the ticket she had taken from Camille.
I'm not willing to give you up.
"Yeah right! What a joke!" Jayne said as she held tightly to the ticket stub, slightly glaring at it. She stared at her closet for a moment before she began to grab an outfit more fitting for a concert. She had been originally planning on changing into pajamas and relaxing, but then she realized just how angry she was at her neighbor, and she wasn't willing to sit around and let her anger go by without attention.
After changing into her clothes and drying her hair, she slipped her black flats on and ran out of the room as quickly as her legs could take her, the ticket in her hand.