Hey Everyone and WELCOME to chappie 2!

So thanks everyone for the reviews and suggestions, really appreciate it because it actually triggered things to write about, so thank you :)

So in the last chapter, you all know Logan works at a coffee shop, so I thought maybe I should talk about James' job. I still have NO IDEA where I'm going and what I'm doing with this story, so I'm going to update whatever I have, so keep those suggestions coming! xD

Disclaimer: Remember! I don't own Big Time Rush or anything that is related to the show or anything that is related to real life.

Now on with STORY!

"It's nice to meet you," both Logan and James say in unison, smiling as they continue to gaze into each other's eyes. A warm feeling bubbles inside James as every second ticks by, the surround sounds seemingly fading away.

"Ah hm, excuse me, but I'm going to be late for class. Logan, can you please make me my coffee," a timid girl squeaks as she pushes her mug forward. She looks from left to right, seeing fuming customers around her, and decides it is about time to break up the awkward, yet sweet, moment. As if realizing where they are, and what is happening, both boys quickly withdraw their hands from each other. A blush forms on Logan's face as he turns towards the girl and takes her mug.

"Ah sorry Nicole," James hears Logan respond, grabbing the mug with his right hand. James looks at his hand; his fingers tingling from excitement, but the loss of contact with Logan's hand cause the bubbly feeling to fade away, and the brunette's eyebrows furrowing with confusion. He snakes his hand towards his thigh and giving it a pinch, the pain bring him back to reality. He flashes an apologetic smile to all the customers that are hovering over the coffee counter, all staring daggers at him, as they continue to patiently wait for their orders.

James smoothly takes his phone out, thumb flicking the screen as if in a hurry to search something up, his bangs covering his face, hiding his rosy cheeks. His eyes dart from side to side as he bits his inner cheek, trying hard to remain calm.

"Here's your coffee Nicole. Sorry about the wait," James looks up when he hears Logan apologizing to the girl beside him as he returns with the girl's mug. Nicole smiles back and lean inwards to whisper something in Logan's ear, causing Logan to blush redder than before, and she chuckles before saying goodbye. Logan flusters a little as he turns towards the espresso machine, that just signal that James' drink is done.

"And here's your drink James," Logan says, and James grins as he hands takes his drink, his mouth slightly open as if he wants to say something. That's when James' phone rings.

"JAMES ISSAC DIAMOND PICK UP THE PHONE RIGHT NOW OR I WILL TELL THE WHOLE WORLD THAT TIME WHEN YOU~!" the phone rings in James' hand causing James to blush with embarrassment as he quickly answers the phone.

"Hello?" James hiss into the phone, as he gives Logan an apologizing look. Logan returns an understanding nod and returns to his orders.

"James? Where are you! It's so noisy from where you are!" the voice screams.

"Give me a moment," James sighs. He taps Logan's shoulder and mouths a goodbye before shuffling pass the crowd and out of the shop.

"Hello James?" the phone sounds again, and James takes a deep breath of fresh air, sighing as he answers the person.

"Yeah Camille?" James says as he takes a sip of his latte.

"James where are you? Jett is freaking out AGAIN! And this time, he is on the verge of killing Steve!" Camille shouts.

"Ha really? Is he dead yet?" James asks as he speeds up his pace.

"JAMES!"

"I'm joking Camille, Jett will never,"

"Just hurry back! I think I hear Steve choking!" Camille screams before the line goes dead. James furrows his eyebrows as he runs towards his car, speeding off towards his office.

"You're fired," Jett says the minute James walks in.

"You don't mean that buddy," James says as flops himself onto Jett's sofa.

"I mean it. You're fired," Jett huffs as he looks up from his paperwork on his desk. His eyes narrow together when he notices James lying down on the sofa, his arms crossing over his chest, his eyes closed. He cringes, his shoulders rising up as he tries to retain his cool, when a slight snoring sound floats to his ears.

"JAMES!" Jett shrieks as he stands up and stomps towards the sleeping body. Anger surges throughout his body with each step. He crosses his arms as he glares at James, excepting him to sit up and beg him to not fire him. However, James doesn't budge, and Jett swiftly lands a slap on his head.

"OW!" James yells, flying into a sitting position. He rubs his head to smooth out the pain.

"Jett what was that for? Seriously, you need a chill pill," James asks as he glares at Jett, who is glaring back at him.

"I- I need a chill pill! James Diamond it is not me who needs a chill pill. Oh, no. What I NEED is a STORY! And since you can't bring me a STORY, I'm firing you. And you can't say no I can't because I can. I'm the boss. I can do what I want. And I say I'm firing you, Steve, Camille, Dak… Hell! I can and I will fire EVERYONE AND ANYONE," Jett rambles, his temper rising with each sentence, his hands curling into fists, his face turning red with each word. James stands up and places a hand on Jett's shoulder.

"Buddy, if you fire everyone, then who is going to write you a story? You don't want The Imaginary to close down do you?" James asks as he steers Jett to sit down on the sofa. Jett sighs as he rubs his face with his hands. James sits down beside him, running a hand up and down his back as if smoothing the fur of an angry cat.

"Now, what's wrong?" James gently asks, guiding Jett's head towards his shoulder.

"Everything," Jett mumbles, his body relaxing as he moulds into a comfortable position.

"What is everything?"

"The script, the producers, the investors, and you, THE SCRIPT!" Jett cries, sitting up and waving his arms around as he emphasizes each problem. James furrows his eyebrows.

"The script? What's wrong with the script?"

"They don't like the script," Jett sobs as he tugs James towards him, crying on his shoulder again.

"What? No way! Hey, my scripts are awesome. No one doubts my scripts," James reasons as he pushes his friend back, looking into the tear streaking eyes.

"T-They said that's not what they were looking for. They were hoping for a love story… A LOVE STORY…What happened to my LOVE STORY?" Jett sobs as he wraps his arms around James' neck; pulling himself towards him crying like it's the end of the world. James wrinkles his nose at that answer.

"What? They rejected my awesome mystery full of suspense and action for a love story? What are these people thinking?" James says as stands up, forgetting that Jett is clinging onto him. Jett chokes on his cries when he hears James' reply. He stands up and uses his sleeves to wipe up his tears.

"You wrote them a mystery? A suspense and action filled mystery!" Jett utters, stumbling backwards slightly.

"Yeah, I couldn't come up with a love story, so I wrote a mystery. I thought either way they will love my work. I mean who doesn't?" James replies, walking towards the door and opening it.

"You're telling me you never wrote a love story. None at all!" Jett chokes out as he follows James out the door, who is heading towards his desk.

"Yup. Don't know how," James replies, sitting down in his seat. Jett stares at him dumbfound.

"But you wrote about crushes and heartbreaks in your other stories. How can you not know how to write a love story?" Camille cuts in, having eavesdropping the entire time.

"Yeah, you describe them so intensely that it made me cry one time," Dak adds in, blushing at the thought. Steve nods with agreement, his throat still hurting from the previous strangle treatment he received.

"I don't know, I just can't think of anything to write, so I didn't write one," James shrugs, turning his laptop on so he can play solitaire on it.

"You're fired," Jett utters out once again.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are because you failed to give me a love story."

"Aw come on Jett, it's just one story. You can't fire me because of one story."

"I'm firing you not just because of one story. James this is love we are talking about. L – O – V – E LOVE! It's a hot topic! Everyone loves it, no matter age, gender or year. If you can't write a love story, there is no reason for you to be here, even if you own The Imaginary," Jett replies, turning around to return to his office.

"Jett please, think about it. Without me The Imaginary can't go on," James reasons as he gets up to stop Jett.

"I can hire other scriptwriters," Jett retorts, already walking towards his office.

"Ok… maybe The Imaginary can go on. Jett please give me another chance!" James whines, grabbing on to Jett's arm, swaying it back and forth. Jett hesitates for a minute before giving in. How can he deny his best friend?

"Fine, I give you a month. One month later I want that story place on my desk. Nine am sharp, no late no excuses or it's bye bye James," Jett orders as James nods his head with appreciation.

"Good luck buddy," Jett whispers before turning away and walking back to his office, leaving James standing there. Shivers crawl throughout James' body, and suddenly he realizes that he needs more than just luck.

Logan sighs as he plops his head on one of the coffee shop tables. Business is slow today as it always is after lunch time when everyone leaves the coffee shop with satisfied tummies and a coffee in hand.

"Hey Logan, how's it going?" the girl across from him says, as she closes her laptop.

"Nicole, I'm bored. Can we talk?" Logan mumbles as he plays with the pages of Nicole's textbook.

"Sure, I can't focus anyways. What do you want to talk about?" Nicole asks as she takes the textbook away from Logan.

"I don't know, something," Logan mumbles as he looks at her, pouting.

"How… about that guy you talk to the other day? I can see you two have something going on. So what did I miss during the weekend? Did you see him again?" Nicole asks with excitement, practically jumping in her seat. Logan sits up straight, his hands clenching tight around each other, smiling as he squirms in his seat. Then he looks at Nicole, sighs and plops his head back onto the table, arms stretching out on either side of his head.

"What Logan? Did I say something wrong?" Nicole asks as she shakes Logan's right arm.

"Ugh….." Logan breathes out as he shifts his head to look at Nicole with sad eyes.

"So you didn't see him again. I'm sorry Logan, and to think he's hot," Nicole says as she sips her coffee. Logan glares at her before resting his head on his right arm, to replace it with his left arm as he stares at the entrance, waiting for someone to come in. He waits for a moment, hoping someone will walk in, or at least walk by, but instead he sees nothing, not even a crow flying by. He sighs again.

"Logan, you've been sighing since I walk into the shop, can you please stop that? It's not like sighing can make him appear. Besides, you're making my coffee turn cold," Nicole says as she sticks out her tongue, wrinkling her nose to show that her coffee tastes awful.

"Then don't drink my coffee. Forever Love isn't the only coffee shop in town," Logan retorts as he grabs Nicole's drink away from her..

"Wait! I didn't mean anything, give me my coffee back!" Nicole whines as she reaches for her mug.

"You don't like my coffee, so why want it back?" Logan smirks as he stretches back, moving the mug farther away from her.

"What? No way! When did I say that? I love your coffee!" Nicole cries as she stands up, stretching over to get her drink. She huffs when Logan finally gives her back her mug, putting her stuff away and grabbing her jacket.

"Aw, you're leaving already? You're no fun," Logan complains, getting up and grabbing her arm.

"You're being mean and I can't study here anymore," Nicole snaps, walking out the door. Logan pouts as Nicole walks away, his upper body bending over as he sways his way towards the coffee counter.

"Stupid Nicole, she just had to ask about James," Logan groans as he stands up, stretching his body. He looks around the empty coffee shop, and decides to head to the back and see if Carlos or Kendall needs any help, anything to keep him from being bored or on the verge of falling asleep.

"Aw come on Carlos, this will be fun!" Logan hears Kendall protest, when he is just about to turn a corner and walk into the kitchen.

"No Kendall STOP it!" Carlos hisses, making Logan stop at the doorway, not sure if he should walk in or not.

"Ah come on Carlos, just one time please,"

"No way Kendall! Nuh uh! Not possible! There is no way I'm doing it."

"Aw come on Babe, once you learn how you can always do it yourself!"

"But this is your job! What if Logan sees me doing this? He's not going to be happy!"

"No he won't! He's in the front talking to Nicole. Come on Baby!"

"Fine! I'll do it," Carlos replies causing Kendall to laugh out a cheer.

"Okay okay. First you have to stay in front of me, so I can show you how," Logan hears Kendall say, and Logan peeks in to see Carlos walking in front of Kendall, his front side facing the blond. Kendall looks up to see if anyone is watching and Logan quickly shrinks back.

"Okay, now first you place your palm here like this," Logan hears, making him freeze on the spot.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, and then press it with your palm, nice and hard, stretching it a bit before letting go,"

"Okay… and then do I do this?"

"Yeah, remember to curl your fingers around it tightly so it doesn't slip out of your hand,"

"It's not going to slip out, so do I press it down softly or roughly?"

"Softly babe, softly, you don't want everything to come out right now. Oh but not too softly, you need to press it hard enough to make it stay stiff. And make quick rubs onto it, or else it won't turn out right."

"Are you sure Kendall? This seems wrong…"

"This is amazing. Perfect! Wow Carlos, you're good at this,"

"I am?"

"Definitely."

"Good, now what's next?"

"Um, and then you squeeze the whole thing,"

"I squeeze…"

"Yes, yes…"

"and then…"

"Guys! What in the world are you two doing back here?" Logan asks, his face colour red. He sees Carlos squirming under Kendall as he struggles with the thing on the kitchen table, while Kendall leans on Carlos' back, with arms wrap around the Latino, holding Carlos' hands in his. Kendall and Carlos look up with shock faces when hearing Logan's voice.

"Logan!" Carlos freaks, jumping up and hitting Kendall's nose with his head. Kendall groans in pain as he stumbles back, his arm coming up to grip his nose. Logan quirks an eyebrow at the two, as Carlos gasps, turning around to see if Kendall's nose is okay, his flour covered hands touching everywhere, painting the blond white.

"Oh my god Kendall, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Carlos says as he tries to pry Kendall's hands from his nose. Seeing the Latino's worried face, Kendall bits his lower lip to stifle a victorious smile, as he groans louder, pressing his body onto the shorter man, whining as he wraps his arms around Carlos's neck. Carlos immediately responds by wrapping his arms around Kendall's waist, hoisting the tall blond upwards and dragging them both towards the sink in case any blood comes out.

"I think it's bleeding Carlos! What should I do? Do you think it's broken? Can you check it for me?" Kendall wails as he snakes his arms around Carlos' hips and pulling the Latino flush against his chest.

"I don't think so," Carlos says as he wipes some flour off of Kendall's cheeks, fingers touching the blond's nose.

"You sure?" Kendall asks, leaning down a bit so Carlos can see more properly. Logan snickers knowing exactly what Kendall is going to do next. Carlos frowns, but leans up a bit to check on Kendall's nose again, and at that moment Kendall swoops down and kisses Carlos. A surprised yelp screams from the shorter man, as Kendall enjoys the squirming kiss. Logan leans at the doorway, giggling at the pair, wondering when Carlos will give up and just accept Kendall.

"So Kendall's teaching you how to make his famous cinnamon rolls?" Logan loudly asks, quirking his eyebrows when Carlos finally breaks free from Kendall.

"What did you expect Logie? Something dirty?" Kendall smirks as he tightens his arms around Carlos.

"I can't believe you just did that! GET your arms off of me! I should have known not to agree to this. I don't even know why I hired you," Carlos says as he furiously slaps Kendall's chest.

"You hire me because I make the best cinnamons rolls in town, and you love me," Kendall says as he tightens his arms, and places a kiss of Carlos' cheek. Logan slowly backs up as Carlos' face turn from frustration to fury.

"Kendall Donald Knight, get your arms off of me right now or I will…" Carlos hisses, and Logan runs off towards the front, not wanting to hang around to hear what Carlos will do to Kendall. He reaches the cash register just in time to hear Kendall scream in pain, shaking his head as he laughs at his blond friend's stupidity, unaware of the tall man standing in front of him.

"Hey, is it too late to get a caramel latte with soy milk?" a voice asks and Logan looks up to see shining hazel eyes and a flashing smile.

So James has no idea what love is… hey isn't that a certain someone is experiencing too? *cough* ME *cough*

Yeah and I change the summary lol I think it's less deep than the one I have before xP

So readers what should happen next?

NEWBIE OUT!