James's POV

Judging by the fact that our phones all made assorted "Give me some damn attention!" noises at the same time, Kendall and the girl formerly known as 'the troll', 'Kendalletta', 'Penelope' (Yes, chick flicks are our guilty pleasure), or various forms of insulting nicknames for ugly girls were here. We made our way to the doors to see what the cat dragged in.

We saw Kendall and his date walking in but didn't see his oh my damn why aren't I pretty tonight?

No. No way. Someone needs to stop time so I can go punch that girl in the face.

Wow that came out wrong but you know what I mean. I'm panicking here. Panicking!

Just like Carlos and Logan standing next to me (and a few random guys standing near the door with now-pissy dates), I ran a hand through my hair, straightened my shirt, and checked my breath as Kendall and the hot chick tucked under his arm looked around for us. The girl who's name I can't remember because I never thought it would matter finally saw us, a spark of recognition in her HUGE green eyes as her jaw dropped. Heheh. I guess my celebrity status would be making up for my lack of hair gel tonight.

Piper's POV

Oh. My. God. I walked in the door with expectations, but nothing I imagined could've compared to what I saw in front of me; three of the hottest guys I'd ever seen who just so happened to go by the name of Big Time Rush. I've seen them on TV before. What? You thought I wouldn't watch their show when I started missing Kendall? What can I say? The way the lights (or lack thereof ) hit them, the smiles on their faces, the trillions of things that could happen tonight…

Woah there, cowgirl. Take it easy. I looked in their eyes one at a time as I dragged Kendall behind me.

Logan. Adorable. His crooked smile was to be expected, but still kinda shocked me when I saw him break it out.

Carlos. Weird to see all of his hair. Twice as hot without the helmet. Twice times a thousand times as hot as I thought he'd be.

Ja-… Damnnnnnnn.

Not once did I ever think of the guys of BTR as that hot. Picturing them hanging out with the boy who's wrist I was probably crushing at the moment almost made them less hot. Almost.

Way to be, Kendall. My own personal birth control.

Kendall's POV

Oh god. James had his predator face on.

That's exactly what he was, too.

Normally you hear about some creepy middle aged guy driving up to a sweet, innocent, little girl playing in the front yard. He spits out the whole 'here's some candy now hop in' spiel and bam! Six o'clock news. Another one bites the dust.

I'm not calling James some pervy serial killer, but with a quick 'Hey I lost my puppy and it's somewhere in my bed wanna strip and look for it', the sweet, innocent, little girl might… not be so innocent.

Before I could make any introductions, James had his hand around her bangle-clad wrist and was dragging her to the dance floor. I wouldn't have been quite so worried if she wasn't so willing to follow him.