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Disclaimer: Don't own Big Time Rush characters or Nestle products mentioned in the story

Katie got up early on Saturday morning, already packed, ready for her trip. She slipped into a floral maxi-dress and waved her hair for a more beachy look. She was looking forward to her weekend; she wanted to get her mind off the Fulton issue at work. She remembered to bring some of the scripts she had to read for Russell.

She picked up her phone and dialled James' number. "Hey, James, I'll be over at your place in about fifteen," she raised the handle to her luggage bag. "No, I will not pick up some 'Cuda Massive Hold for you. I don't care if your hair will look limp and lifeless." Katie rolled her eyes, "Just be ready."

"Darlings, oh darlings, you are going to love what we've done," Tony greeted Katie and James, running over to them and placing kisses on her cheeks.

"Hey, Tony," Katie laughed.

"Come! Come! Would you like a latte? James, latte?" Tony escorted them through the door, excitedly.

Katie and James declined his offer. They had reached Daniella, where she was standing, peering over the photographs splayed across the large lit up desk. She glanced up at her guests. "Ah, Button, James," she spread her arms over the pictures, "what do you think?"

Katie heard James give an excited squeal that he quickly turned into a cough, glancing over at Katie, she gave him a knowing smirk. They approached the desk and joined the photographers. James quickly held up one of the photos to study, smiling brilliantly. Katie grinned and shook her head, grabbing a picture as well. She stared down at the picture, it was one where she was straddling James in the office chair. She blushed, Magdalene was correct, the sexual intensity was extreme. James looked over at Katie, causing her to flush even deeper. He smirked at her reaction.

"These are fantastic!" James exclaimed.

"Yes, they are beautiful. You two have the exact type of chemistry needed to sell this campaign. Oh hold on," Daniella paused, hearing the phone ring from within her office. She went to answer the call.

"I have to agree with Daniella on this; Kate, I believe this is your best shoot yet," Tony grinned.

"Tony, come here," Daniella called out.

"You two, continue looking through these, to help us decided, later," Tony said, leaving the desk.

Katie ran her hand over the photos, contemplating which ones she liked best.

"You're absolutely stunning," James whispered, leaning close to Katie as she looked over her solo shots. She caught a whiff of James' mixed musk of 'Cuda man spray and himself. "I didn't get the chance to tell you that day."

Katie's cheeks maintained their rosy colour, and tried to alleviate her embarrassment, "So are you saying that I'm not attractive if I'm not dolled up for my photo-shoots?"

"Don't put words in my mouth! I didn't say that," James replied immediately, reaching around her to pick up another photo, brushing up to her in the process, causing Katie's spine to tingle.

Katie giggled, hoping that he didn't notice. "I was only kidding, James. Thanks, though. I would compliment you, too, but I don't want to inflate your already over-inflated ego."

James smiled, "Go ahead, I don't mind."

Katie rolled her eyes, and returned to studying the photos.

"So, which ones are your favourite?" Katie looked up to see Tony and Daniella return.

"It's hard to choose," Katie smiled, straightening up, "Tony, you did an amazing job." James nodded his head in agreement, crossing his arms, causing his biceps to flex under his t-shirt. Katie tried not to notice, but her eyes kept flicking to him on their own accord.

"Oh darling, you're too sweet," Tony said, feigning modesty.

Daniella moved aside the prints that she and Tony had agreed were the best ones. The four of them spent the next hour discussing which ones they would use for the campaign. They finally came to an unanimous decision of which photos they would present to 'Cuda.

"Button, James, you guys did wonderfully. I'll expect a pretty paycheque for this," Daniella teased, "but, of course, you two don't really have to worry about this, not, with your prosperous careers."

"It's really about the opportunity to represent 'Cuda for me," James answered, "but, then again, this would definitely help pay for my yacht," he joked, causing everyone to laugh.

Katie looked at her watch and ruefully stated, "We really have to get going."

"Oh, of course," Tony cried out, before leaning in and kissing her cheeks again. "We must have a celebratory dinner, soon." He reached over and pulled James into a hug, Katie spotted James saying something into the photographer's ear, causing him to nod enthusiastically in response. James grinned and clapped the man on the back.

"We can't thank you enough, for doing this for us on such short notice," Daniella added before embracing Katie, then James.

"It was no problem, besides, I owed you guys one," Katie replied. "We'll definitely have to have dinner, one night."

She and James left the studio and made way to the garage, to check on Katie's car.

"What do you mean my car is junk?" Katie screamed at the oil-stained mechanic. James held Katie back, before she made any attempts to physically harm the man.

"Are you sure there's nothing you can do? Money's not an issue," James added, calmly.

"I'm sorry to say, but you're probably better off buying a new car, with what we need to fix this car, it's just not worth it," the mechanic answered.

Katie let out a noise between a whimper and a growl. She noticed James giving her a questioning look, before he returned his attention to the man. "Thanks, listen, we're going to need time to decide, can you keep the car here for the weekend?"

The mechanic nodded quickly, sweating underneath Katie's intimidating glare. James thanked the man again, before guiding Katie out the entrance towards his car. He was about to place Katie in the passenger seat, when she let out another growl and headed towards the driver's seat.

"Are you sure you can drive in your condition?" James asked, hesitantly.

"Just get in," Katie yelled frustratedly, climbing into her own seat. James shrugged and buckled up. Katie knocked the steering wheel, "I really don't need this right now, I love my car." She looked in the rearview mirror and backed out of the driveway.

James was silent as Katie sped down the street, heading for the freeway. She glanced over at James, questioning his silence, "Isn't this the part where you tell me that this is the perfect opportunity for me to get a new car?"

"Well, I would, except I'm too worried about my life being endangered by your crazy driving!" James shouted. "And, I was going to suggest that you keep this car. Whoa, keep your eyes on the road, please," James added, seeing Katie staring at him with her mouth open.

Katie slowed down and concentrated on the road, "James, I can't accept this, it's way too much."

"Please," James scoffed, "this car is an old model and I was planning on getting you something for agreeing to manage me. It's the least I could do."

"You don't need to−"

James interrupted her, "Yes, I do."

Katie grumbled to herself, "I'll think about it," she finally relented. James grinned and turned on the radio. They made their way out the city, until they were driving along the coastline.

Like he had read Katie's mind, James spoke up, turning down the volume, "Doesn't this remind you of old times when you and I would drive around? It's nice, I missed this."

"You miss teaching your best friend's younger sister how to drive?" Katie asked, skeptically.

James nudged her, "You know what I mean, and besides, you haven't been 'just Kendall's baby sister,' in a long time. In fact, I think it was because of these car rides that you became something more."

Katie placed one hand over her heart and sarcastically said, "Awww, you're so sweet." James frowned before Katie laughed, "Kidding, those driving practices meant a lot to me, too. I mean, you and I never really talked before then, you were too busy with the band, and girls, and I always had my head stuck in a video game or some teen magazine. Those lessons gave us a reason to connect."

James nodded, looking out the windshield, "I told you things I have never told anyone else."

"Really?"

"Yeah," James looked over at Katie, "there's not that many people who listen to me like you do, Katie. The guys, they're the best, but I know that if I tell them any of my insecurities, they'd laugh at me. It's like they think that I'm too egotistical to even consider that I might not be centre-stage one day."

"You know they love you," Katie assured him.

"I know, but it'd be great if they could take me seriously once in a while."

"I don't think any of you take each other seriously," Katie joked, "but that's what's great about you guys, not one of you doubts that the others will triumph in achieving your dreams. You always have each other's backs."

They continued driving, Katie paying attention to the road, while James looked out at the scenery. The silence between them was comforting, as if each other's presence was enough. Katie thought back to what James had said, the old car rides meant a lot to each other. She kept mentally replaying his confession that she became 'something more' to him, not knowing if he just meant as a sister or as a friend. She gently shook her head, not wanting to attract James' attention; she had to stop reading into things, but it was getting harder and harder to deny that she wanted him for herself.

James cleared his throat, "So, how's um, how's Michael?" He asked, out of the blue, "Just trying to make conversation, and you know, he gave you a lift the other day."

"He's fine, we're actually going to have dinner sometime soon."

A moment passed before James answered, "So...you're dating him again?" Katie could feel his eyes on her every move.

"I never said that."

"So, you're not seeing him?"

"I never said that, either."

"So which is it?" James questioned harshly.

Katie glared at him for a short second, before returning her attention to her driving, "What does it matter to you? You're dating Beverly," Katie added, sourly. The mood in the car doing a complete turn around from moments ago.

"It doesn't matter to me," James snapped.

"Fine."

"Fine," James responded, turning on the radio again. His ballad, We Don't Know, Katie's favourite, was playing. Katie gripped the wheel, before changing the station.

"Hey, that's my song," James yelled, offended.

"Oh, sorry," Katie said sarcastically, "I don't feel like listening to you, right now."

James slumped in his seat, silent until they began to near their destination. He turned off the radio, once again, "We gotta stop fighting over stupid things," he paused for a minute and grabbed her right hand off the steering wheel. He began tracing his thumb over the back of her hand, staring out his side of the car, "I hate fighting with you."

Katie noticed that they only fought over their love lives, but she didn't want to bring up that fact to her companion. She just sighed and nodded, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her hand. "I hate fighting with you, too," Katie turned on to the street, spotting Russell Brand's beach mansion, "And, that's actually my favourite song of yours, Gustavo did an amazing job with that one."

James grinned, happy that their argument was over, "It's my favourite, too. Gustavo told me that he wrote it, thinking about my personal life, but I never found out who he was talking about," he stopped speaking, grinning broadly as they drove up the driveway, "Katie, this is amazing! I love Malibu!" He shouted, finally letting go of her hand.

Katie laughed at his excitement, "I'm surprised that you don't have a place down here."

"In time, Kit-Kat, in time," Katie scrunched up her nose, James pouted, "Oh, come on, that one's cute."

"I'd rather not be associated with a chocolate bar, thanks," Katie replied, stepping out of the car and stretching her arms above her head, "Why are you so hung up about this? Logan doesn't have a nickname for me and he's fine with it."

"Logan's a stick-in-the-mud, he doesn't have a nickname for anyone," James said, as he pulled up the trunk door and pulled out their bags. Katie could only agree.

She walked to the back of the car and closed the trunk door for him, and they made their way up to the front doors.

A/N: Just to let you readers know, I don't mean to offend anyone when Katie shoots down these various nicknames that others may use in their own stories. I actually find them quite adorable.

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