Chapter Five

Suspicion at Its Best

WayneWayne looked up as Jaycee walked into his room, carrying a large bag in her arms. He quickly put his book down and walked over to her, grabbing the bag before walking it back over to his desk and setting it down onto the ground. Jaycee gave him a short glare as she rested one hand on her stomach and the other on the doorframe.

"You could have helped me sooner you know," Jaycee said sharply. "One slip and I could have fallen down the stairs."

"You're being overly dramatic as usual, the lobby isn't that far from the room" WayneWayne commented as he kicked his feet back up onto his desk, picking up his book. "If you did ask me for help earlier, I didn't hear you because I was on the phone with Camille."

"How is she, anyway?" Jaycee asked, now resting both of her hands on her stomach. She walked across the room and sat down on the bed, carefully moving so she was lying down on the bed. "I haven't heard you guys talk in a while."

WayneWayne shrugged. "She's been busy with her work," he rolled his eyes. "And her new boyfriend," he added. "You know, I knew that she got crazy possessive of the guys that she liked, but I never knew that she actually spent all her time with her boyfriend once she got one." He said as he shook his head. He turned and looked at Jaycee." She went with him on tour," he added as an explanation.

"Oh," Jaycee nodded. "Well, I don't see how it's bad that she wants to support him," she said with a nod. "But I do see how if she does get possessive over a guy how that can seem kind of odd and maybe a bit worrying…considering she's your best friend and everything." She paused. "That's a girl, anyway."

"If you're insinuating that I'm jealous of my best friend and her boyfriend, then you're nuts," WayneWayne replied, shaking his head. "Besides, I'm having a good time hanging out with Dak and the Jacksons anyway." He let out a sigh. "It's not like the others like me much anyway, I'm almost positive that Kendall still thinks that I'm going to try and push him out of the band again, when I'm not. I could really care less about their band."

"Oh, so that's what this is about," Jaycee said as she nodded slowly. "You feel like the odd man out with your group of friends."

"It makes sense," WayneWayne said with a shrug. "When the Jacksons got hired by Gustavo, they basically sold their soul to the guy, so whenever he calls them for help, they have to go. So, in essence, they spend about 70% of their time with them, 20% with me and Dak, and the other 10% on their own free time." He shook his head. "I know that it mostly has to do with their work and that they're doing their best of dividing their time between all of their friends, but it doesn't help that Kendall is wary around me, I'm sure that Logan doesn't like Dak, and we never really actually sat down and got to know each other. So, at times, it's kind of awkward when we're all hanging out together, but we're making the best of it."

"If they didn't want all of you guys to try and be friends, then they wouldn't hang out with you guys all the time." Jaycee reminded him. "Remember, your friends like trying to help other people's problems and think about other before themselves, and while you may feel that you're being slighted, they're the ones that went back home for some time off instead of following BTR around the country for their tour." She got up and walked over to WayneWayne, giving him a kiss on the back of the head. "Remember that."

"Yea, yeah," WayneWayne waved his sister out of the room, although he had a small smile on his though they got on each other's nerves more often than not, WayneWayne knew that talking to his sisters would always help him whenever he needed it.

"I just have a question though," Jaycee commented as she turned around to face her brother. "How come you and mom aren't getting along as much as usual? I mean, she came to Vancouver with us so it could be a family vacation, and you guys don't talk."

"Uh," WayneWayne opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He really didn't want to get into it now; it would just give him an even bigger headache than he already had. "It's nothing really," he shrugged. "I've just been so busy learning my lines," he picked up a packet of paper that was sitting in front of him. "I've been stressed."

"If that's the story that you want to go with," Jaycee shrugged before leaving the room. WayneWayne could hear her voice quieting as she walked to the den in the large suite that the Dooley family had gotten.

WayneWayne turned his attention to the sack that was sitting on the ground and lifted it onto his desk. He opened it up and watched as a bunch of fan-mail slid out on to his desk. He smiled a little bit as he looked through all of them. As stupid as it sounded, he liked getting a lot of fan-mail for the Ziggle Zaggles. There were a lot of mothers that thanked him for letting their kids smile every day, there were some from kids who wrote very cute, if not confusing, letters that thanked him for what he did, and then there were some letters from teenagers that expressed their love for the songs that he came up with for the shows. At the time, his most popular were the 'Banana Song' and the 'Bath Time Song'.

If I don't hear my friends sing those songs to me ever again, it'll be too soon. WayneWayne thought as he shook his head. Almost every time that he was ever around his friends, he got teased for working on Ziggle Zaggles, but he didn't really care. He liked being able to work with kids and make them happy, and since there weren't many shows that aired during the week, he was able to go out and audition for a lot of other roles as well as work on his screenwriting, directing, and filming whenever he needed it.

As he scanned through the letters on his desk, his phone rang and he quickly grabbed it, smiling when he saw who it was, and pressed the 'answer' button before putting it up to his ear. "Hey, Riles, what's up?"

"Not much over here," Riley replied in her accented voice, and then her voice became muffled as she shouted something over her shoulder to her brothers. "Sorry, we were just playing some video games when I remembered to ask you if you got your ticket to the guys' show in Denver. We were planning on meeting Dak and Lizzie while we were out there so we could all hang out after the show."

"I don't have it yet," WayneWayne replied as he wrote himself a quick note to remind himself to get it later. "I haven't gotten my filming schedule yet, as it is. So I have to wait for that."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that. How's Vancouver?"

"Not as cold as you would think," WayneWayne said with a slight laugh, knowing how much she and her siblings absolutely hated the cold weather. They got somewhat dramatic about it and refused to go anywhere or even move and inch if they were cold. They were too used to living in their home of Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, and Los Angeles, California to enjoy the cold weather. "Then again, it's summer here, so I guess that makes sense." He crossed his legs the other way as he started to open some of his mail. "How's Australia?"

"Just as warm as when we left it," Riley replied. The voices seemed to have gotten louder and WayneWayne could hear Patrick screaming at something, so WayneWayne guessed that she had moved back to the den to watch the game that they were playing. "Which is how I like it, boofhead." He could hear the smirk in her voice and rolled his eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Looking through some fan-mail," WayneWayne replied as he read one and set it aside. He frowned as he recognized the handwriting on one and picked it up, quickly opening it. He scanned the letter and made a sound, which Riley must have heard, for she asked him what was wrong. "Listen to this,"

Dear WayneWayne,
I'm so in love you with, you, but you would never know it. You don't know I exist, but I know everything and anything I need to know about you. I'm that big a fan. I know your birthday, the time you were born, where you were born, your favorite color, your family members' names, your pets' names, and what you favorite subjects in school are. No one can say that I'm a bigger fan of you than I am. I love you so much and I wish that one day I could meet you. I think I'm going to one of your dates on tour, but as of now I'm not sure. I can't wait until the day we meet; it will make my dream a reality. Love you WayneWayne! We should talk if you're ever bored, here's my number: 954-293-1843
-Melissa

"Yeah," Riley chuckled. "A lot of fans basically use the same letter to send to a bunch of their favorite celebrities, mostly to get their autographs," she added as an afterthought.

"The only difference is that she added her phone number to this one," WayneWayne said. "Other than that, everything else is the same." He squinted as he re-read it. "You must be right though, I don't do any tours and this girl said that she would see me on tour."

"It probably went to a band first," Riley replied.

"Yeah, probably," WayneWayne muttered as he continued to look over the letter. He didn't know why, but something about it made him feel off. It wasn't the loopy-cursive handwriting that was there, it also wasn't all of the smiley faces that dotted the page. In fact, it seemed like a normal letter that he got from anyone else.

But…

WayneWayne leaned over and grabbed the envelope that the letter had come in. He scanned the front, his eyes narrowing in confusion. He hadn't told anyone what hotel he was staying at, and yet, the letter was directed to the exact hotel that he was in.

"What's wrong, you sound weird?" Riley asked. "Weirder than usual, at least," she added with a laugh.

"Nice to know that you even over 2000 miles away you can still find a way to make fun of me," WayneWayne commented. "Nothing really, it's just that, the Melissa girl, she sent me the letter directly to my hotel, and I never said which hotel I was staying in."

"You'd be surprised to find that fans can be very…sneaky when they want to be." Riley said. "They can find out where, when, and how you were born without you having to say anything."

"Good point," WayneWayne said. He looked at his watch. "What time is it there? It's 10 PM here."

"About 5 in the morning," Riley replied. "We're waiting for Ronan before we go to the beach so we can get our morning work-out done."

"You're on vacation and you're still working out? That's some dedication there," WayneWayne said as he shook his head. "Anyway, I need to call Dak so I can talk to him about the tickets and everything."

"Alright, the others say 'hi'."

"Tell em' I said 'hi' back," WayneWayne dropped his feet to the ground. "I'll talk to you later, Babe."

"Sure, just one thing,"

"What's that?"

"Never call me Babe."

WayneWayne smiled as he hung up on his girlfriend and then quickly dialed in Dak's number. He only had to wait for a few seconds before Dak picked up. "Dude, its WayneWayne."

"I know that," Dak replied. "All phones today have CallerID, you should use it sometime."

"Smart ass." WayneWayne quipped.

"I try." Dak replied. "What's up? I didn't think that you would call so late unless it's something that's really important." He lowered the volume on his TV before turning his attention back to his best friend. "You're not telling me that you can't make it out here, are you?"

"Yes," WayneWayne replied sarcastically. "Because I know that that'll break your heart." He shook his head. "No, I still have to figure out my filming schedule before I ask for some time off to go to Denver, but that's not what I called for. You know that letter that you got from that fan named Melissa?"

"Vaguely," Dak replied in monotone. "But I get so many I can hardly remember them half the time. Which really sucks when I bump into them on the street and hey ask if I remember them from the pictures that they put into the letter."

"Whatever," WayneWayne cut his friend off so he could get to the point. "I got a letter from her too, basically the exact same thing, but this time she put in her phone number with it. The weird part of it is that she sent it to my hotel here, and I didn't tell anyone where I was staying."

"Don't be underestimated with what fans can do," Dak warned his friend. "They're, like, superhuman, they can do anything they put their minds to."

"I don't doubt that," WayneWayne said as he shook his head. From the many stories that he heard from Big Time Rush and Dak about fans that had managed to sneak into their hotel rooms or onto their tour buses, or into their dressing rooms, he was actually very scared to become famous enough that people would stalk him. "I'll talk to you later."

"Later."

WayneWayne hung up his phone once more and pushed it away before turning back to his fan-mail. He kept Melissa's letter to the side.

Just in case he needed it again.

A/N: Sorry it's a shorter chapter, I wanted to get something in that would start up the suspense of the story. Trust me you guys, you won't see the twists for this story that I have planned, coming at all. Unless you're a very good guesser and can see the hints that I put in each chapter. Anyway, I'll update again soon.

Cheers,

-Riles