James's POV
Oh, Piper.
Piper Maslow.
Mrs. Piper Maslow.
Mr. and Mrs. James and Piper Maslow.
Wow. Aren't only girls allowed to do that?
I really liked this girl. For the past hour or so, she'd been sitting on my lap, telling me about herself and asking me about myself.
True, I snuck kisses on her neck every once in a while and playing with the hem of her belt, erm, excuse me, skirt was just to test my limits, but honestly, I actually like talking to her. It was amazing how I wasn't Celebrity Extraordinaire to her. I was just James, that guy who her cousin's friends with.
Nothing could ruin this for me. Not unless…
"Who wants to hear Big Time Rush sing?" Screams from the entire club.
Kendall is a dead man.
Logan's POV
Poor James.
Poor Carlos.
I knew just telling DJ Mom Jeans [Author's Note: Danny Masterson, best known as Hyde from That 70s Show =)] that Big Time Rush would sing wasn't going to stop James from… well, being James, but I did know it would delay him, therefore saving me from Kendall's wrath when the night was over.
From our spot on stage, we could faintly see James lifting Piper off of him and grabbing her hand to lead her towards the stage. Dude. Bad choice. I could see Kendall fuming that he was still touching her in any way, shape, or form.
Good Luck, Charlie?
Psh. Good Luck, James.