Mazing Mag's - Part 2

James Story

I followed my eyes in the mirror, my heart skipping beat. Had I given her my number? It kept pacing through my mind. I felt dead, finished. I really felt it with that girl.I had music blasting, and while Kendall sat on the couch calling his bro. & Carlos and Logan updated twitter. I lay here on my bed, shirtless, letting the woirld settle around me.

Ding. Ling Ling. Ding-

My head shot up as I raced for the phone. Where was it? I searched and searched and search, until I finally found it.

"Helllloooo..."

I used deap dramatic sighs as I said hello, almost making it sound as If I was saying Aho. Not ello, not hello, not hey. But Aho. I watched carefully but intently has a girl voice came over the other line.

Kendall appeared down the hallway, his eyes gazing over at me. "Phone call," he mouthed. "Shut up," I growled back. Next thing I know, Mag's was talking to me.

From that day forth, I was dating her.

"Hello," I called dow the hallway, turning to see Maggie in my hallway. We hadn't officially called us Gf/BF's, but I admired her at all angles. It had been what... all of 3 weeks now? Please, she was gorgeous, and Kendall had even gotten her to stop smoking. No matter what she wore, I found her bohemian style.. ohh, let's say... cute?

Dressed in a pair of jeans and a pair of broken down 1980's looking pumps, she looked taller then ever. Short & smooth, her black bob pressed against her head in some kind of contraption, her makeup barely there. Wait... was she even wearing any? Her gorgoeus green cargo pant's & black cut-off "Save me, Im never falling for you" tee, I couldn't really tell. She almost looked as if she never wanted to talk to anyone again, being alone forever.

"Hey Babe," I said, walking to her. I couldn't beleive how fabulous she looked. I tried to get a grip. be you, be a man, don't be weak..., I kept trying to tell myself, which wasn't working.

"Haaay," she said. It came out just like that, which made her sound as if she was say hhhhhhhi. I glanced down and noticed she was holding a gold purse-thing, very small and no straps. Girls and there possesions.

Kendall came out of his bedroom. She gigled curiously, as if to say, man he's cute, tooooo! I smiled a sheepish little grin, then a hardcore look at kendall.

"Dude, I'm hungry," Kendall said, holding his hands up and backing down the hall. I noticed that Carlos was also coming out of his bedroom,a nd I wanted to tell them all to leave.

"Hey, sugarplummm," Logan burbed, cracking his knuckles furiously. "Whatcha doing here?"

Of course, Logan would do some kind of joke to make me even more notice. If my friends were even being flirty with her, what would the other guys be like? What about all the girls following... me?

"Let's get going," she said. I followed her out the door and to the car, when I noticed a bunch of girls standing around, one dressed in all BTR gear. I cringed, litterally, not knowing what would happen next. One of them, Maggie's age, stared at me. "MY FUTURE HUSBAND!," she called. God. I stood up straight.

"Hey, I love to sign autographs but..."

"You were right, cindy. He's the same old. Doesn't care about fans. I don't like Big Time Rush that much anymore," as the-girl-called-cindy walked away.

"Wait, I'll sign."

I looked back at Maggie, who was sitting ont he trunk. There was a crowd of about 40 girls. I signed a couple, but when I turned back to look at Mag's, she was gone. I could barely see her in the distance, trotting away.

"Maggie!"

No answer. My god, she's gone.

I finshed signing autographs, and when I got home that night, her stuff was packed and she was gone.

"Where's Maggie?"

"My god, james. She left!," Logan ranted. "She came in muttering, grabbed her suticase, piled some stuff in and was gone. My best bet, she's back at the apartment smoking."

I headed to my room to think. I was laying on the bed when Kendall came in.

"Can't hold the girl?," he asked.

"the fans," I muttered.

"Why do you think we're in here?," kendall laughed.

I decided to go to maggies.

"Maggie, open up," I called. Her TV was on, someone was with her, and the door was locked. "Maggie, Please!"

Maggie finally came to the door, dressed in a long black tee, drinking a mocktail & had a still lit ciggerette in the other hand. I reconizged her obnoxious sister, on the couch, a ciggerette in her hand too. a peice of cake was on a napkin, and I reconizged the show they were watching. "Icarly," I muttered.

Wheteher she knew it or not, I was in the episode she was watching.

"What," she asked, tapping her fingers. "I don't have all night." Her face was frozen, no shape to her mouth. I noticed I could see her white underwear and one of her bra straps, and I felt intruding.

"I'm sorry."

"Too late now," she sputtered, dropping her ciggerette to the ground, stomping it out, then taking a long sip of her mocktail. Her bare legs made the untied converse even hotter.

I cringed. a hot guy was coming up behind me.

"Hey robs," she told him.

"Robert," maggie's sister went for a huge hug. "Time for me to go, sis." Tossing her ciggerette, she set her mocktail down and left.

"Can I come in? It's kinda.. awkward."

She looked at me before guestering me in. I would've never thought what was going to happen.