A/N: Hello Readers! I know I sound like a broken record when I say this, but thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your positive responses!

Just a fair warning in advanced, this chapter isn't as humorous as the other chapters. Actually, this chapter was one of those that kind of just came out as I was writing, even I didn't expect where it ended up! :) But, I liked it enough to keep it and I hope you do too!

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush-band or show and I don't have any legal rights to any celebrities mentioned by name.

Katie, Carlos and Kendall finally reached the club after various outfit changes made by Katie. Kendall would not agree to let his sister leave the house in anything that made her look 'trampy.' After, the fifth consecutive shut down, Katie gave up and threatened to phone Jennifer Knight and tell her about the dirt she had on Kendall, which she had accumulated over the years. Kendall, finally, albeit reluctantly, agreed.

Katie called James, when they stepped out of the cab, in front of the nightclub.

"Hey, James, we're here." The three of them stood to the side, away from the surprisingly long line-up. Katie could only hear loud, pumping music, blaring from her phone when James tried to speak. "What? I can't...James, I can't hear you!" Katie screamed. The music in the background became muffled, Katie assumed that James managed to step into another room.

"I said, I'll be out in a sec." James repeated, much more audibly.

"Oh, okay." Katie hung up the call and told the other guys that James was coming. Katie unconsciously pulled down on her navy blue dress that reached mid-thigh, when she heard more than one appreciative whistle, directed at her, coming from the line. She glanced a look at Kendall, hoping that he wouldn't notice, she didn't want to see his I-told-you-so look, so early into the night.

"Hey guys, over here." James called, from behind the velvet line and the two burly bouncers. He looked at the aforementioned, "They're with me." The two guys scanned over Kendall, Carlos and Katie and gave a slight nod, before allowing them through.

Inside Hydra, Katie could feel the music beating through her core. She also felt James slip his hand onto her lower back, leading her to his private booth. He leaned in and placed his lips near her ear, "You look amazing, Katie."

Katie smiled, a compliment from James, meant that she had to look good. Not that Katie was ever really self-conscious about her looks, considering she was a model. Even if she weren't, Katie wasn't the type of girl to let media dictate what was beautiful and what wasn't. Katie had the confidence that most girls in Hollywood lacked; those who did have it, often turned their air of confidence into arrogance.

Once the group reached the booth, Katie came face-to-face with the epitome of a girl with arrogant confidence. The woman was definitely beautiful, in the plastic, overly-tanned, overly-bleached kind of way. The second that she spotted Katie, she gave her the two-second look over, and decided that Katie wasn't worthy-enough to deem as competition. She plastered on a fake smile and stood up. While Katie knew that her own dress was short, she thought that it looked positively matronly compared to what the girl was wearing.

James moved from behind Katie and toward the girl to introduce everyone. "Guys, this is Britney. Britney, this is Kendall, Carlos and Katie." He pulled Britney to his side, with a wide grin on his face. Katie couldn't help but think that James' taste in women, took a complete Californian nose-dive. He used to date girls who were not only pretty, but were able to hold an intelligent conversation. Katie imagined that Britney wasn't they type of girl who knew the difference between climate change and the global economic crisis. While it may seem cynical for Katie to judge Britney so quickly, she noted how the blonde's assets were about to fall out of her dress.

Without even looking, Katie knew that Carlos and Kendall just fist-bumped each other, behind her back.

Britney, still giving that smile that never quite reached her eyes, gave Katie a pull and yanked her down to sit. "It's so nice to meet you. We're going to have such an awesome time." Britney's voice squeaked out. Her acrid perfume assaulted Katie's nose and Katie did her best not to start coughing.

Katie plastered on an awkward smile of her own, "Yeah..." She looked over at the guys. James was silently asking her if she approved and Carlos and Kendall knew exactly what was going on in her mind as they had identical smirks on their faces.

"You know," Katie slipped her hand from Britney's vice-like grip. "I'm just going to go and get a drink, I'll be right back."

James gave her a confused look, "Uh, there's probably going to be someone coming to take our orders, soon."

Katie stood up, "Yeah, but I like ordering at the bar," she falsified, "it makes it more...authentic." James furrowed his eyebrows even more.

"Oh, don't worry, Katie. The drinks that we order here, are real too. They don't give fake drinks. That's, like, totally illegal." Britney butt in, completely misunderstanding Katie's point.

Katie's eyes widened, she knew that if she stayed in the vicinity any longer, James wasn't going to go home with Britney that night. Katie could only stand so much stupidity, for so long. Carlos and Kendall were ribbing each other as they covered their snickers behind their hands. It was a sign of how low Britney's IQ was, when James too, gave her a look of disbelief.

Katie let out a forced chuckle. "Yeah, call me paranoid, I just want to make sure that they don't give me something 'fake.'"

"Oh, that's so smart. Isn't that smart, Jamsey?" Britney cooed, batting her false lashes at James.

"Absolutely. So smart." James replied, huskily, leaning forward, towards his date. Seeing their friend entering a 'zone,' Carlos and Kendall started to help themselves to the bottle of vodka, James had already ordered. Katie herself, didn't want to stand around to watch James exchange saliva with the blonde.

"Okay, I'm just gonna, ah forget it." Katie mumbled, noticing that no one was paying attention to her. She made her way out of the closed off booth and walked towards the bar. As she tried to flag down a bartender, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see who it was. "Michael? Hi," Katie flushed at seeing her ex. "What are you doing, here?"

"Hi Kate," he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm here, on a date, actually." He said, trying to be modest. The bartender finally reached them and asked for their order. "Oh, let me," Michael interjected, "still an apple martini?" Katie nodded, affirmatively. Michael placed the order, and continued talking. "Yeah, she's a friend of a friend. Sweet girl. Friends' decided that I needed to get back out there." Michael let out a chuckle. Katie smiled and nodded. The two stood at the bar, letting the pounding music fill the silence until the bartender returned with their drinks.

"Well, thanks Michael, it was great seeing you." Katie said, grabbing her drink and headed back to the booth, wanting to get away from this awkward encounter.

"Kate, wait," Michael called, reaching her when they were in front of the blue velvet rope that blocked off the booth. She could see Kendall, Carlos and James eyeing Michael, warily.

"Yes?"

"It's just," Michael started, making awkward hand gestures. Katie recognized this as a sign of his nervousness. "You never told me why you're here."

"Um, Michael? Don't take this the wrong way, but isn't your date waiting for you?"

"Oh, she's taking a call, or something. She probably doesn't even realize I'm missing." He tried to joke. He sighed, sensing that Katie was getting tired of his pointless dialogue. "Listen, Kate, I really miss you and I just wanted to apologize for how jealous I was about the time you spent working when we were together. When I think about it, I realize how stupid I'd been. I could have been more understanding. I really want to give us another chance."

Katie was flabbergasted. Michael was a sweet guy, but his dependency on her, overwhelmed her, and it wasn't something that she looked for in a guy. "Oh, Michael..."

He stopped her, before she could continue, "Why don't you think about it, and get back to me?" He leaned forward hesitantly, and placed another kiss on her cheek. "Call me." He gave a small smile and walked away.

Katie sighed, before returning to the booth and taking a seat. All the occupants' eyes were on her.

Britney broke the silence, first. "Who was that? He was totally digging you! Did you get his digits?"

Katie gave her, what she hoped was a good attempt at a real smile, before answering. "That was Michael."

Carlos leaned in, "You mean, Michael-Michael?" Katie nodded before taking a sip of her drink.

"Who's Michael? And why were his lips all over your face?"

Katie looked at the speaker, surprisingly it was James and not Kendall, though his tone would have done her brother proud. She looked over at said brother and saw that he was too interested in the answer.

"Michael is my ex-boyfriend. He wants to get back together."

Britney gushed in the corner, going on about how sweet it was. Kendall and Carlos exchanged looks with Katie, but before they could speak, James spat out, "Like that's gonna happen."

Katie narrowed her eyes and gritted her teeth. "Excuse me?"

The guys automatically recognized Katie's dangerous tone, but James couldn't keep his thoughts to himself, "I mean, did you see him? His," He pointed viciously in Michael's general direction. "His hairline was receding and he couldn't have been a day over twenty-five. Not to mention, he reeked of desperation, the way that he kept eyeing you."

Katie couldn't believe James' audacity and pure shallow nature. She slowly put her glass down, and got up. "Kendall, I'll see you at home. Carlos, I'll call you tomorrow." She turned to leave, without bothering to wait for any acknowledgement of her rapid departure.

James followed her, leaving Britney in the company of Carlos and Kendall. "Katie, where are you going?" He reached out and grabbed Katie's arm to stop her, causing her to shiver from the contact. Katie shrugged it off immediately and ignored her physical reaction. "Katie," He forcefully turned her so that they were facing each other. They had made it to the entrance of the nightclub, the music was muted by the steel doors that separated the foyer from the dance floor. James tilted her head, so that Katie was looking at him. "Please." Her narrowed eyes glared at James' pleading ones. She again, removed his hands from her.

"I don't think this partnership is going to work."

James' eyes widened at the sudden change of conversation. "What? Why?"

"James, I don't want to work for anyone who places so much value on physical appearance, that they completely disregard everything else."

He took a step back, "Katie, you know how much I care about aesthetics, I've always been this way. I carry a mirror and a comb in my pocket, for crying out loud."

"But you used to care about integrity too. Friendship, loyalty, those things mattered to you too." Katie cried, poking her finger in his chest. "You just insulted someone based on their hairline! Michael happens to be a very sweet human being who happens to hold a degree from Harvard. And really? Britney?" Katie was letting out all that she kept in from that short night.

"What about her?" James asked, now starting to feel defensive.

"You mean besides the fact that she's so plastic, she could possibly melt, if left too long in sunlight? She has a brain the size of a peanut!"

"Look who's being judgemental, now. Just because Britney's not smart, like your precious Michael," James hissed, "doesn't mean that she isn't a good person. And, I still care about things like friendship and loyalty."

"Oh yeah? Where were you when I was hospitalized from malnutrition, two weeks go?"

"I−what? Katie, you were in the hospital?" James asked, voice softening in concern.

Katie did not mean to let that slip out, but she couldn't help responding to James' belief that he was the same person he was ten years ago. She had been overworking herself, forgetting to eat meals on occasion and fainted during a meeting with Russell Brand. He discreetly sent Katie to the closest hospital and demanded that she stay away from work for a month, it was why he and Katy Perry decided to go on vacation.

Katie sighed, "Forget it."

"No. Katie, how come you didn't call me?" James demanded.

"Call you? James, why would I call you? We haven't spoken in months. The only reason we're speaking now, is because Kendall, Logan and Carlos are in town," Katie bitterly snapped.

"You know that's not true."

"Isn't it?"

"Listen, Katie, just because I said that you're like the only family I have out here, doesn't make you the centre of my universe." James yelled in frustration, but regretted it at once, seeing the disappointment on Katie's face. "Katie. Katie, I didn't mean−"

"Goodnight, James." Katie said aggressively. She fled out the door and James didn't try to stop her.

A/N: Intense ending! Also, I don't personally believe that all Californians are into plastic surgery and tanning but, Katie's a cynical person at this moment.

Also, this chapter is a milestone for me, as it will mark Hollywood Management as my longest piece of work that I have up on fanfiction. Hurray, j/k.

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