Thanks for the two more favorites and follows! It means a lot me. And thanks again for the reviews coming too, of course. So everyone, here is the first chapter that includes a Sam and James point of view. Hope you enjoy looking at things through James' gorgeous hazel eyes ;) (It will be harder writing for a guy since I am a girl, but I'm up for the challenge!)

Shout-outs: Dreamer1992- Thanks for your reviews! It means a great deal to me, since you are the only one who seems to be commenting James has some time in this story, hopefully you'll enjoy his opinion and thoughts. ArianamaslowBTR25- Sure, I PMd you about it all, and I'll include her right away. And thank you! Glad to hear :P AlliJay21- Thanks! I feel like I'm saying that so much here but I really mean it. And I do too, trying to write the way I envision a perfect friendship. I do have to admit it was hard trying to write it at first, but I felt like I was getting deep into my character at the end of it. It comes so naturally after typing a page. And yes, that promise was supposed to be important, since it will be coming up in later chapters (hint, hint ;P )

I feel like before I continue, I should include some disclaimers. I do NOT own Big Time Rush or any of the members, fictional or not (even though I wish I could own James ;D ) However, I do own the character Samantha. Krista's character is owned by Dreamer1992, since she is the one who suggested the other best friend. Now on to chapter 4!

Chapter 4: Friendship

Samantha's POV:

Everything that happened after that very promise was just a blur to me. All I remember is collapsing back into James' arms, mumbling something about always staying together and the meaning of friendship. Then I felt him picking me up again and carrying me for a long amount of time before I finally zoned out for the second time that day…

When I woke up again, I was lying in my bed under a pile of covers. They were wrapped up on my sides, bringing me back to the cocoon I had this morning. I was about to roll over onto my stomach when my left side bumped into something warm. Frightened by the touch, I jumped out of the sheets, almost falling out of bed. What scared me more, however, was when I flipped to the other side of the bed and saw James sleeping soundly with a mound of covers on top. My eyebrows rose in confusion, wondering what he was doing here in my bed. Scanning my room quickly, I couldn't see any traces of anything that could explain what he was doing there. Well, that was until my eyes froze on the gray sweater piled on top of the wooden chest at the bottom of my bed. Included with it was a pair of white sneakers and a black belt.

Overwhelmed with questions, my body shot up from the sheets, pulling the covers closer to my end. James shifted his position, moving over so his face was now angled towards mine. I tried to sneak out of bed and tip-toe into the bathroom, but my foot accidentally slammed into the other nightstand I didn't notice until it was too late. My pinky toe wedged against the corner, causing me to scream in response. "SHIT!" I swore as I grabbed my right foot in my hands. This noise triggered movement from the now awake James, who sat up in bed and frantically looked around.

"What? What's the problem?" he said in a sleepy, but yet sexy, voice. I hopped over to face him again, spotting for a minute to take in the view right in front of me. James was shirtless, his golden chest shining right at me. His broad muscles and toned abs were perfectly chiseled on his chest, making me want to run my hands over it and sculpt him myself. The muscles were clearly visible, but not bulging. Just the way I liked it. I never really admired his body before, but now I was taking this chance I had and running with it. One of James' hands was pushing his hair around, slicking it back before he stood up and stretched. He was so out of it, his eyes falling off with his neck before he finally rubbed his face.

My cheeks began to turn red, the blood rushing up and surrounding the apples of each cheek. I adjusted the covers and pushed my dangling long hair out of my face and behind my ear, hoping to make the situation less awkward. "Well, I stubbed my toe…" I sighed, realizing how silly I sounded. "I didn't even see the nightstand until my foot slammed right into it! And damn did it hurt, too..." Releasing my foot, I scooted to the side of the bed and leaned my legs against it.

James shook his head and chuckled. "Wow, I guess those blonde highlights are really working for you, huh?" My mouth dropped open in awe, trying hard not to give away the small smile that was curling up my lips. He glanced at my face for a second and continued to laugh, walking over to the bed and crossing his arms. "And you said you wanted more? I think those chemicals have done enough damage to your head…" Another comment from my wonderful friend James Maslow. I watched his chest move up and down, the laughs coming from deep within his stomach. It was such a sight to see, each muscle contracting and expanding as that "wash-board" stomach kept moving. Oh it was a wash-board alright, to say the least.

I bit the bottom half of my lip to stop myself from bursting out. He and I played these games all the time, trying to see who could get the most insulting comment in first before making the other person crack. Right now James was winning, leaving me on the verge of exploding into laughter. Still attempting to act insulted, I put my hands on my hips and gasped at James. "Well I could always arrange for YOU to go to my hairstylist… Maybe trim that mop of hair you have plopped on top of your head."

"I bet my hair would be better than the rat's nest she has to deal with when you come in" James snapped right back, his quick-thinking helping him in this situation. My head cocked to the side as I stared at James again, my eyes squinting like they were angry. As he grabbed the corner of the comforter to finish making the bed, my hand slid to my pillow and picked it up. Using all the strength in my arms, I hurled the pillow at James, only to be stopped short by James' rock body. The pillow smacked right into his chest, landing on the bed with a small thud. James just stood there, not making any reaction to the pathetic, tiny pillow.

He turned so the front half of his body was directly facing mine. "Is that the best you can do?" he teased with one raised eyebrow. "Let me show you how you REALLY throw a pillow, little girl…" With one quick motion, he grabbed the pillow in his right hand and threw it right at me, hitting me right in the nose. The blow was minor, but it was better than the crappy throw I had earlier. The pillow blocked my view for a second, making me wonder what I was going to do after my sight came back. I heard the thumping of feet and small snickers, making my body on high alert of what James was going to do next.

Next thing I knew, James was standing right behind me, swooping me up in his arms and tossing me over his right shoulder. "James!" I squealed, my fists poundings on his back. "Put me down!" I guess he didn't hear me seriously, though, since each word that came out of my mouth was followed by a handful of giggles.

"Oh no, not until you apologize for hitting me with that pillow. You hurt my feelings…" James sniffled a little, pretending that he was upset. He carried me out of my room and into the hallway, making his way down the hardwood steps.

"Why should I apologize to you? You were the one who hit me in my gorgeous face… If I have to get reconstruction surgery, you're paying…" My comment made a laugh slowly bellow within his chest. I could hear it extremely well since my ear was practically against his back. Even with all my rustling and fidgeting, his grip never let go of me. I was enjoying this, by teeth biting on my bottom lip to keep me from losing it while we went down the stairs. James' body was comfortably warm, allowing me to relax enough so his grip would fit well on me too.

"I actually wouldn't mind paying. Maybe they could do your face some help!" James responded back instantly, not even regretting once what he just said. That's the kind of friendship we had. We knew these insults were nothing more than to make each other laugh. And right now, a laugh sounded pretty good to me.

He made it all the way down the steps, turning his body to look for a place to dump me. This gave me enough time to throw in my snide remark as well. "Well I'm sorry if you're just jealous because my face has hope while yours never will… Might as well get a job at a supermarket and take one of those big brown bags home. You'll definitely need it…" I made a little fist pump in the air -well technically sideways- for my comeback. It was perfectly spoken, adding an insult with just a tang of humor.

James decided to walk back into the living, tossing me over his should back onto the couch. I tumbled around for a little, eventually landing on my back with my legs in the air. James was moving towards me, his back arched and fingers approaching me. "Nobody insults James Maslow's face" he began in a sneaky and angry tone, making me cover my mouth with my hand to hide my giggles. "Well not without-…" I didn't have a clue of what he was going to do, but I knew it wasn't going to end well. "PAYING FOR IT!" James yelled, lunging at me and tickling my side with his fingers.

My laughter escaped from my mouth, finally able to break through my sealed lips. It rang throughout my whole house, making James only tickle me more. His fingers quickly nipped the sides of my stomach, moving up and down at a fast and contagious pace. I was laughing uncontrollably, my head shaking back and forth to try to get away from his magical fingers. "Ha-ha h-James!" I shrieked, a happy smile growing on my face. "This isn't fair!"

His fingers now went from my sides to my stomach, rubbing up and down to force another laugh out. My feet were flailing all around, trying to kick James away. Without stopping a single finger, he captured my legs in his left hand. "Take the punishment like a man!" he humorously yelled, his amazing white teeth sneaking out to form a large grin. He seemed to be enjoying this more than I do, watching me squirm and squeak from under his massive and towering body.

"I'm a girl you moron!" I shouted back, the sound of my voice going higher with each tickle to my hips. Finally deciding that I needed to upstage him, I started to fuss from under him. I was curled up into a ball, my feet still pinned in his hand. Wiggling my feet and lower half of my body, I managed to escape the hold of James' powerful arms. Before he could grab at me again, I clutched my legs around his back, holding him right where he was. He stopped tickling me and pulled away, slowly dropping his arms in surrender.

"Ok, ok, you got me!" he confessed, shaking his head in laughter. His eyes scrolled up me again, from my barely exposed stomach to my eyes. All other movements of our bodies stopped as we stared at one another, gasping for breaths from all the fun we had. James looked straight at me, his eyes shining bright. I was mesmerized, looking back at my best friend and seeing nothing but good attributes.

James was now leaning over the couch, his arms being the only thing holding him back from crushing me. I still had my legs wrapped around him, now sliding down to his lower waist. He was sweaty and glistening with water all over his chest, reflecting back the light that crept through the blinds. This man right in front of me wasn't trying to pull away or escape the situation, but instead bending forward closer to my face. His face was completely serious, the tempting pink lips on his mouth slightly parting open. Then there was the look in his eyes. That look that made me freeze up on the couch. I couldn't tell if it was real or not, but I was sure begging for it to be.

Our faces were inching closer together as the distance between our bodies was closer. I licked my bottom lip in anticipation of what was coming next. My arms were tucked near the curves of my stomach, allowing me to lift up my chest and face off the couch. Inches were becoming centimeters, centimeters becoming milliliters.

The two pairs of lips were just about to finally meet when a startling noise came from the glass table near the front door. James' body jerked in surprise, pushing him off of the couch. The distance increased again, our bodies pulling away from what just almost happened. Almost. Was this a sign? A sign that my connection with James was nothing more than friendship? Does friendship include hugging, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed together (which I still had to ask about but kind of forgot) and almost kissing? There was that word again. Coming back to haunt me of what could have happened. Did this friendship almost turn into something more? Did it almost cross the line? Almost seemed to be describing my life lately: almost spending the rest of my life someone, almost crying my eyes out, almost dying, almost embracing each other, and most recently, almost kissing. Almost was the new word, the new needle that pricked me whenever something good was going to happen. It reminded to get back into reality, where almost always meant no.

James' eyes darted back down to mine before quickly looking to the side. "I-uh, I better go answer that" he mumbled out, racing over to his black iPhone. He hit the screen, moving the phone up into his ear to speak. "Hello?... Oh I'm just at Sam's, helping her get her mind off of-" he gripped the mouthpiece with his hand, sneaking a look at me over his shoulder before continuing, "-you know who... Woah? 3:00 already?... Yeah, I'll stop by. I need to catch up on things anyway… Alright, bye." He turned to see me again, not looking up at my eyes once. "That was Kendall…" he spoke to me as his hand moved to around his neck. "They asked me to stop by the studio to discuss the music quickly, since it is already 3:00 PM." My face frowned, realizing that I would be left alone once again to suffer through the break-up I almost forgot about. That was until… until we stopped. Not we, who am I kidding? I never stopped, I was craving for it. James was the one who stopped. He did, clearly because he didn't want to. This was a friendship, meaning that there was a bond between two friends. We were just friends, nothing more, nothing less. I was disappointed, but I was expecting it anyway.

The look on my face made James also frown. "Hey, you can come to the studio if you want to. I mean I don't want you hear by yourself if you're not comfortable…" His tone was suggestive, almost voluntarily inviting me to go with him. There I go there. Almost. That word was literally attached to me, following my every move so it could come out and remind me to get my head together.

I shook my head and rolled back up on the couch. "No no." I lied, trying my best to seen fine with the fact that he was leaving again. "You go. I'll be fine here. Enjoy your studio time…"

James took in a sign before placing his hands on his jeans. "Ok then. Well, I have to head up and grab my shirt…" He tried to chuckle, pointing up the long steps that led to my second floor. "I'll be right back." After speaking, he flew up the steps, seeming desperate to get out of this awkward situation.

During the time he was upstairs, I just sat on the couch staring into nothing. My brain wasn't thinking of anything, not one little thought or memory popping into my head for no apparent reason. My mind was empty, the life and passion from earlier completely gone. It was like I was a whole different person. James was the one who put the life and light in my eyes. With him gone, it was nothing but darkness.

Not even five minutes passed when James came back down, fully clothed with his belt and shoes on. He looked at me, half-smiling in sympathy before reaching for his wallet and key. He walked a step closer to the front door, grabbing his jacket and slipping it an. As he was reaching for the doorknob, he stopped. "Are you sure you're going to be ok?" he asked me as he looked around, his eyes scratching and pleading for a truthful answer. It looked like he didn't want to go, like he wanted to stay here for longer. But that wasn't true. He obviously wanted and should go see his other band members.

"Yes, James. I am going to be fine" I responded, trying to soothe him with the tone of my own calming voice. Now I was the one not looking at him, knowing that if I did, he would clearly be able to see the lie within my eyes. That was the second lie I told my best friend. Two in one day. It seemed necessary, in order to protect my heart and myself. I was only doing it to keep what we had together.

"Alright" he finally gave in. "Well, I'll call you later, ok? Charge your phone, since I'll be checking up on you. Goodbye, Sam." He flashed a fake smile and looked down at my couch where I was sitting on. I watched my best friend turn the knob and open the door, sighing in before stepping one foot around. Turning around, he waved me a quick goodbye before shutting the door. And with that, he was gone…

JAMES' POV:

Stepping out of Sam's house, it became clear to me that I had to analyze everything that just happened. Wait, what the hell just happened? Was I just about to kiss my best friend on her couch? This couldn't be happening. All I remember was coming over to Sam's house to check up on her after the rough break-up with that asshole Drew. She wasn't answering her phone, so I got worried. I drove to her house in my silver pick-up and walked up to her front door. I knocked a few times, rang the bell, but no one came. Thinking it was a drastic measure, I used the spare key she gave me and let myself it. I was looking around the living room and was about to head upstairs when I heard a noise. I turned my head and looked straight into the kitchen. And then I saw her.

My best friend, squeezed up into a little ball on the floor. She didn't look like she was breathing, her body barely moving besides the small convulsions of her chest. I was scared, more like petrified now that I think about it. What was wrong with her? She seemed so dull and dead, like life was just sucked completely out of her. Not knowing how long she had been like this, I ran over to her body, scooping it up in my arms and holding her close to me. I thought I was going to lose her. Lose the one person on this world I cherished the most. There was still so much I had to tell and say to her, but this whole incident back-stepped everything. I had no idea how long it was take until she got better, but I knew I had to remain by her side through it all. That's what a friend was supposed to do.

Then I remember holding her on the couch, watching her very subtle movements that showed life coming back to her. The pressure that was on my shoulder, the pull I felt from my sweater that her hand grabbed onto. They may have been, but they were able to show me that she was truly alive. I wasn't even thinking of what I would have done if I lost her. I was just thinking of how thankful I was to have her in my arms with me, protected, safe, and secure by no one else but me. I should have always been there, from the very beginning. I should have told her what I knew about Drew, about how I knew he was just going to crush her heart in the end. But as her best friend, I wanted to see her happy. Whenever she was happy, this light shined in her eyes and radiated off her body. It was contagious, making me feel instantly better whenever I saw her. Her smile, her eyes, her bubbly personality whenever I saw her. Those were the things I loved about her. Things that made her unique, made her Sam. But with her in my arms at that time, I couldn't even tell it was my best friend. Every little sign of Samantha Joneston was gone, right down to the slight movement of her right pinky finger whenever she was thinking or moving about. How could one guy do this to her? I knew how; it was because one guy didn't have enough courage to tell her how I really felt about her. Our bond was a friendship, an agreement upon two people to spend time together without any feelings involved. Well usually that was what a friendship was. But stupid me, of course I had to break that one probably known rule. I couldn't help it. Sam was just so… lovable. But it was my mess I got into, so it was my mess I had to find way out. But that wasn't happening anytime soon since I was over Sam. Especially that last time on the couch when I tickled her. Unfortunately, I got carried away and pushed it too far. I stopped at felt that passion and lingering come over me, pushing me forward to meet her in a romantic kiss.

Thankfully, my phone rang before I could do anything stupid. But not like almost kissing your best friend wasn't stupid… Sam just got out of a relationship with a guy she was dating for two years. I should be stepping in only as her friend to help her through, nothing more. She already had enough drama with the first guy, and I wasn't about her to give her more. I was going to have to do anything on my part to keep her stable and calm, even if that meant going over every day to see her. Like I would mind, though. I loved spending time with Sam. I loved talking with Sam, hanging with Sam, eating with Sam, laughing with Sam, being with Sam. I loved anything that included Sam. What did this mean? Did this mean what I think it meant? Was I in love with Sam?

And there you go! Chapter 4! Sorry it was long, I added a James POV just for all of you. Hope you like it New characters are going to be introduced next chapter, I promise! Stay tuned for more, probably either tomorrow or Thursday! Don't forget to review, follow, and favorite! Next chapter goes up after those :D