.:Chapter Three:.

WayneWayne looked down at the video camera that he was holding in his lap before lifting his gaze and turning it to the laptop that he had set up next to him. He could see his image looking off to the side, where the computer screen was. He frowned and his image did the same. The graphics were good, the clarity was great, but there was still something about the camera that was really bothering him. He wasn't sure if it was because of the functions that it offered or if it was because it was his father's camera and he was worried about breaking it. His father had gone from inventing toast on a rope, which shot their family to riches, to becoming a TV producer, which brought fame to their family name. But he didn't like to brag about it, so whenever he was asked what his family did, he just shrugged and said 'that they dabbled in the business' and that was it.

It was bad enough that his friends made fun of him for being on the Ziggle Zaggles. Not that he was knocking his job, it was a job, and it was fun, but there were many days that he wondered how he was able to keep his sense of sanity while he was at that job. He wasn't great with kids, but he liked them enough. They didn't stick their goober hands all over him and that was fine, it was the songs and having to act so happy all the time that got on his nerves every now and then. But it was a job, so he wasn't complaining.

WayneWayne set the camera aside as there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"It's open!" He called, turning his attention to his duel monitor setup. His father entered the room with Sam, Jaycee's husband, coming in behind him. WayneWayne looked at them both warily. "What's up?"

"We just wanted to talk," Mr. Dooley said as he walked over to his son.

"About what?" WayneWayne asked. He really didn't have to ask, he knew what it was in a second. "Oh, Mom told you about me asking Riley out on a date right?" He then rolled his eyes. "Either that or Jay and Nat couldn't keep their mouths shut." He turned to Sam. "That's your problem now, not mine."

"She may be your sister, but be careful what you say about my wife," Sam shot back, with a smile.

"Yes, I wanted to talk about that, but I wanted to talk about something else, too," Mr. Dooley said. WayneWayne raised an eyebrow as he thought about it. "Your sister hasn't has a baby shower yet and we're going to surprise her with one. And we need you to record messages from the guests wishing the baby a healthy life."

WayneWayne's upper lip curled slightly. "I'm not saying that I won't do it," he said slowly. "But, what makes you think that she'd even want us at her baby shower? I mean, it's a girl thing and all they do is fawn and go nuts over baby clothes, eat cake, and guess the baby's weight when it's born. Who cares?"

"Your sister does, apparently because she wants this big thing about it." Sam laughed. "But I'm with you, I'd rather go down to Hooters and watching a baseball game than sit at a baby shower, but your sister can be…persuasive."

"I noticed," WayneWayne dead-panned.

"And that's what else we wanted to talk to you about." Sam walked over to his brother-in-law and rested a hand on his shoulder, quickly glancing over at his father-in-law. "We know that it's hard for you, living here, especially because your sisters never seem to leave you alone, and you can be overlooked sometimes."

"Which we really apologize about," Mr. Dooley broke in. "And…we heard that you were thinking of moving out, if you had the chance, so we're offering to help you pay for your place when you find it."

WayneWayne's mouth dropped open. He quickly caught himself and he closed it before leaning forward, resting his elbows on his desk, his mouth in his hands. It was a great offer, not many parents would help their kids pay for their rent when they were on their own. But at the same time…it was a weird feeling to him. He had always been around his family; he was used to the chaos and the constant questions. Sure, he complained about it from time to time, but it was his family. Nothing could beat their game nights together, watching movies, having breakfast and dinner together. But his Dad was right; he just didn't want to say it out loud. He had been overlooked by his family for years, treated like a little kid, no matter how old he got.

"Can I at least just think about it?" He asked finally.

"It's no problem, bud," Mr. Dooley said. "We know that you haven't made up your mind yet, it's just an option." He then grinned. "But if you'd like to stay here, but pay rent, I think we can work that out, too."

"Thanks." WayneWayne rolled his eyes. He glanced at the clock on his computer and leapt to his feet. "I'm going to be late for work!" He started to unplug the camera from the computer and close all of the windows that were up on his desktop. He carefully picked up the camera and closed the side view and handed the camera over to his father. "Thanks for letting me use that."

"How is your horror film going by the way?" Mr. Dooley peered at his son closely.

"It's going," WayneWayne said hesitantly. "I mean, it's my first time directing and it's something this low budget. I've got some tips from Stephanie, so we'll see how it goes." He looked thoughtful. "Speaking of, aren't we going back to Vancouver soon?"

"In two months," Mr. Dooley agreed. He ruffled his sons' hair. "Have a good day at work, bud."

"Thanks." WayneWayne picked up his shoes from the floor and started to pull them on. He waited for Sam and his father to leave the room before he let out a low whistle. "Dodged a bullet on that one," he muttered to himself.

"Nothing," Mrs. Dooley said quickly. "I, personally, don't think that it's a good idea."

"What?" WayneWayne looked confused. "Why not?" He hadn't seen his mother act like this before. All of the friends that he had, even eh ex-girlfriends that he had, she seemed to be perfectly fine with. She was even friendly when she first brought Riley over to the house to introduce them, after she gave him a ride home from getting a book for his sister. But a short while after that, her demeanor around her and her siblings changed and he didn't have the slightest clue why. Now here she was, basically telling him that he had little to no taste in girls at all.

"I just don't think that she's right for you, and I'll leave it at that," Mrs. Dooley said, looking hard at her son. The two looked at each other for a moment before she turned to go back into the house.

WayneWayne shook his head as he grabbed his wallet and jacket before hurrying out of his room and down the stairs into the foyer. He could hear pots and pans banging around in the kitchen and heard the water running. His mother probably had the day off that day. He went into the kitchen to find the car keys, his suspicions confirmed when he spotted his mother at the sink.

"Hey Mom!" He greeted her, picking up a couple of piles of mail and shifted them around. He searched the counter and the nook, not finding the keys. "Have you seen the car keys?"

"Natalie has the car, honey," Mrs. Dooley replied, looking at her son over her shoulder. She gave him a soft smile as he let out a groan. "But you can use my care if you need to." She pulled her arms out from the soapy water and shook them out before walking over to her purse that lay on the counter. She carefully stuck her hand inside and took the keys out, holding them out to her son. When WayneWayne reached out for it, she pulled the keys back a little bit, looking at him seriously. "Are you still planning on going out with her?"

WayneWayne sighed, partially annoyed. Thanks to the little ruse that he was putting up, he had his sisters on his case, pushing him to take his fake relationship further, he had his mother who was completely against it, he wasn't sure about his father and Sam, knowing them they probably knew everything, and then his own feelings where he wanted to pursue to the relationship for real, but didn't want to screw anything up. He was in a lose-lose situation at that point.

"Maybe," he said. "Why?" He scratched the back of his neck. He rested his hands on the counter and leaned forward. "You liked her before. Hell, you were even nice to her when I brought her home the first time. But now…"

"That was before I knew that you were dating her." Mrs. Dooley looked hard at him. "That is…if you really are."

"Wha?" WayneWayne blinked rapidly. He was sure that no one knew that he was pretending to be dating Riley. They were too careful to make it seem like they weren't. He frowned. Is it really what I want though? He always hated the idea of keeping a relationship a secret. So if we do get together do we still have to keep it quiet? He turned back in when he realized that his mother was still speaking.

"And then there's what people will think of us. Have you seen the way she dresses?"

WayneWayne smiled. "I like it just fine. Besides, everything you're worrying about is just from gossip that goes around because of the music that she and the others are working in. Trust me, Mom, they're my friends and they're good people." He reached out for the keys, this time grabbing them from his mother's hand. "I'll see you later."

WayneWayne checked his phone before he went towards the front door.

"Wally!"

"What now?" WayneWayne turned on his heels to see Jaycee standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at him.

"Wallace Patrick Dooley, don't speak to me like that!" Jaycee snapped, though she was giving him a teasing smile. "I need your help with something."

"I'm late to work," WayneWayne protested.

"And you're going to be even later," Jaycee continued. Her face softened and she uncrossed her arms. "Really, Wally, I just need help moving this into the spare room." She pointed over to a large box that was standing next to her. "I got it up the stairs but-"

"You took that up there without any help?" WayneWayne hurried up the stairs until he was next to his sister. He placed his hands on the box and lifted it up onto his knee. If he had to guess, it probably weighed about fifty pounds or so. "Are you crazy?"

"The baby's fine, Wally, relax." Jaycee rested her hands on her stomach as she followed him into the spare room. It was in the process of being painted and there were boxes and baby toys all over the place. She continued to gently rub her stomach. "It's so weird to think that I have a baby now." She reached up and pinched WayneWayne's cheek. "I remember when you were this small."

"Did I kick a lot?" WayneWayne asked, pushing her hand away from his face. "Cause if you did that while I was in Mom's stomach, now you know why." Jaycee rolled her eyes before she scanned the room once more, chewing on her bottom lip. "Trust me, Jay, you have nothing to worry about. You're going to be a great mom."

"Thanks." Jaycee continued to look around the room.

WayneWayne decided to give her time to herself, and left the room. He was already five minutes late to work and knew that it was going to be another ten minutes before he got to Colossal Studios, so he called his manager and relayed the message before deciding just to change into his orange t-shirt, white jacket, and dark jeans before getting into his mother's car and driving there. Once there, he parked the car in his designated space, which was something that he enjoyed about being the lead Ziggle Zaggle, and climbed out. He shifted his sunglasses when he spotted a familiar figure walking his way, looking down at their phone.

"Hey!" He called.

Riley looked up and gave him a wave, adjusting the sports bag that was balancing off of her shoulder. "Hey Dubs, what's up?" She asked. She then gave him a funny look. "Um, aren't you kinda…really late for work?" She asked.

"Don't get me started." WayneWayne rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. "It seemed like everybody wanted to talk to me today. And Jaycee was carrying something heavy…" he waved a hand as Riley gave a slow nod. "But you know what I mean, my family talks all the time."

"Mhm."

"So what are you doing here?" WayneWayne slowly smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his mother's car. The lot was nearly empty at that point, a few golf carts were being driven around by security, but they were pretty much alone. "Don't tell me that Jo finally convinced you all to be on New Town High."

"Ha! No," Riley gave a quick laugh then sobered. "She's still pushing it though." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "No, actually, I was here for the audition for the deodorant commercial."

"Right." WayneWayne snapped his fingers before pointing at her. "You told me about that, the one where they needed people that actually knew how to paint. Right." His eyes shifted. "Um, wasn't Kendall supposed to come with you?"

Riley's eyes flashed for a moment. "He was," She said shortly. "But called last minute and said that he couldn't make it because Lucy asked him to help him with something." She shrugged carelessly, her eyes going back to hold a look of content. "So James came with me. He somehow talked his way into an audition too." She laughed. "I think his spazzing may have actually impressed the casting agent. If I lose the part, I'd rather lose it to him." She pointed over her shoulder. "He's just getting changed; we're going to jog at Runyon Canyon."

WayneWayne looked her up and down, hoping that it wasn't too obvious. "Explains the workout clothes," he commented.

And then there's what people will think of us. Have you seen the way she dresses?

"Speaking of…" Riley raised an eyebrow as she got a good look at him. "What's up with yours? Did your budget get cut or something?" She continued to give him a somewhat disgusted look. "Because I want to throw up just from looking at you."

WayneWayne took the comment in stride, it wasn't his favorite outfit to wear, but it was better than the orange jumpsuit. Plus, Riley was somewhat critical of what others (namely Big Time Rush) worse as she was the stylist for her own band and had recently gotten out of her contract with Rocque Records to style Big Time Rush. Though Gustavo still called her in to help every now and then, which she willingly did. She was a bit embarrassed that she was a tomboy and knew so much about what clothes looked good, but she was good at it. "Budget increase actually," WayneWayne said with a bit of pride. "We're working on the second half of our second season and they said that we could modernize our looks. We might get picked up for a fourth season soon, because of our ratings."

"Wow!" Riley looked impressed and for as long as the two years that WayneWayne had known her, that was a hard thing to do as she wasn't easily impressed. "And you only just got picked up for a third one, congrats."

"Thanks."

WayneWayne pressed the lock button on the remote to the car and started to walk towards the set of his show. He only stopped and turned around when Riley called out to him again.

"That date that you asked me out on," she said. "Did you do it to get your sisters off of your back? Or were you really asking me out?"

"That depends…" WayneWayne placed his hands on his hips. "Did you tell Kendall about it?"

There was a moment of silence as he waited for her response. He really didn't know what she was going to say. Kendall and Riley was each other's best friend and typically told each other everything. But he wasn't sure about this one only because he and Kendall never got along. He apologized for the whole 'WayneWayne-bad-boy' debacle, but the leader of Big Time Rush didn't seem to believe him. So things were civil but tense when the two were around each other.

"It's none of his business," Riley said after a second.

"Ok." WayneWayne licked his lips. "Then a little bit of both," he said honestly.

"Good to know," Riley said mysteriously. "Though it really just makes me wonder how far you're willing to go to keep your family happy." She looked at her watch. "I'll see you later, mate."

WayneWayne waved back before going into the Ziggle Zaggles set and to his dressing room. What was that supposed to mean?

A/N: All right, so I feel that Wiley would have a really laid-back/lighthearted sort of relationship because they don't really have any qualms with each other. As opposed to Kiley who have enough ammunition to make each other mad at the drop of a hat. So that's why this story is a more lighthearted than some of the other ones I've written, although there's still drama in it.

And I haven't really shown WayneWayne's dad or Sam at all when it came to WayneWayne's family, so I thought I'd show more of them here. BTR will have small parts in this story. This will be written more in the way that I did with You Know You've Done Wrong where the chapter will be short or long depending on how I want it. The story picks up in the next chapter; I wanted to give a bit of background on him and his family first.

I'll update again soon.

Cheers,

-Riles