Wow, I went back and read some of my chapters again. Lol I'm so stupid cause I get into them and re-read them in my chemistry class off my phone. Then I get mad cause I see mistakes… But yeah. Thanks for the reviews! Here's my blurbs

Shout-outs: Dreamer1992- Thank you! Hope you like this one!

Elevating4BTR- Thanks for understanding :) It gets annoying when I can't work because of them :/ and ME TOO! *not fan-girling…* And wow yay! That's good! Maybe I should have James sing all the songs by Hunter Hayes, or give a list of all his songs haha. Let me know!

Taylor Shine: Thanks! And yeah, I wanted to mix it up a little and give a break from all that. I kinda overloaded that drama, so I'm easing away. But you are being forewarned, I'm planning MORE drama for the sequel! And aw that's great! Well actually, I was just going to ask all of my reviewers if they wanted me to pick up right after this ended with the sequel, or let you wait a little in anticipation. But I'll address that on the bottom. I don't want to say goodbye to these two! And wow, thank you! I actually saw this on other stories, but they were short. I feel stupid for making these long, but I want to personalize them and let each reviewer know I take their comments and such in. Right now, I'm sitting with my phone opened up to the e-mail of your review, going line by line :P And ooh, I've been reading a story of yours that I think you stopped, but it was really good! I'm interested :D And again (even though I said this too much), THANK YOU :)

Yeah, um I kinda forgot what I was going to write here. Not about the 30 chapters or the sequel or anything. Ugh my teenage brain is failing me! All this homework, I'm telling you. But enjoy this chapter! Sorry about skipping time, I'm running out of ideas in between besides what I have already jotted down. OOH, this isn't what I remembered but… OH SHIT I FORGOT! AGH I am so serious right now, it just left my head. DAMNIT! I'm going to sit at this screen now with my hands over my face trying to remember… YAY I REMEMBER! So in this story, if you're questioning about the guys and no tour, I have no answer to this besides that they got the summer off to plan Kendall's wedding and continue on new music. It sucks, but if any of you were confused. Or if you didn't notice at all, nevermind… Yeah about my little blurb earlier in this paragraph, I don't feel like deleting it. I hope you can find humor in my stupid ways. I've carried this on too long and lost you. Do you even read these? I'll sneak a question in here to see if you do next time haha. But um here's chapter 25. CHAPTER 25! NO FIVE MORE CHAPTERS UNTIL THE END! Not to disappoint you. I have so many thoughts right now in my head, which will be at the bottom of the paper. But this is enough typing for author's note. Take the chapter!

Chapter 25: Big Night

JAMES' POV:

I was excited to be moving into Sam's house. At first when she asked me, I was shocked and confused. Was she really seriously? But then after her telling me that she wanted me to and how she was the "birthday bitch", I had to agree. Of course we were the ones to do things backwards, the girlfriend asking the boyfriend to move in instead the other way around. But I didn't care. It actually seemed more reasonable if you think about it. I was renting an apartment-like house myself that was near the studio for recording anyway, so moving into a house was easier. Not to mention that I was with my girl more than ever. I got to wake up to her face in the morning and fall asleep to it at night. I was the one who could always be there and greet her after a long day of work with a home-made meal. I wouldn't be able to guarantee that it would be perfectly cooked, but the thought was still there. I could be the able always around her, protecting her and staying by her side whenever she needed me. We would basically be like a married couple, besides the ring of course. But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to think about marriage and our future…

After Sam's birthday, I began to move my stuff in little by little. Starting with my hair-care products and some clothes, I started to make myself comfortable in our house. One day during the middle of June, I came over to Sam's house with a box of coats, sweatshirts, and other clothing. I opened the door and heard Sam run down the steps, yelling out "James!" before squeezing me with a hug from behind.

"Woah baby!" I said in surprise, setting the box down so I didn't drop it. "Why are you so perky today?" I asked, rising my right eyebrow.

Sam bit her bottom lip and gave me a small smile. "I made room for you" she announced, the smile growing bigger on her face. "I actually cleared a whole dresser for you and half of my closet!"

I laughed at the tone of her voice. Sam sounded like she was surprised with herself. "Wow, babe!" I exclaimed, nodding my head like I was impressed. "Oh I gotta see this!" I walked past her and started heading up the steps, Sam following close behind me.

Once I got into her room, I noticed that a whole five drawer dresser was emptied and open for me, showcasing the emptiness inside to prove Sam's point. "Very nice" I commented, turning around and grinning at Sam. She just shrugged her shoulder and smirked back, happy at her own job. I looked around the room and noticed the closet half empty too. But then I saw another small door where Sam held all her coats and jackets. "Is this cleared out too?" I questioned, moving towards it.

"No no! You don't need to open that!" Sam quickly started to rush out, shuffling her feet closer to me and the small closet. She was trying to reach it before I did, but it was too late. Turning the door knob, an avalanche of women's clothing and undergarments came crashing down around my feet. I just starred at it all falling down, tilting my head at Sam as she bit her finger and gave me a guilty smile.

"Yeah, you cleared all right" I joked, bending down to pick up a skimpy red thong with kisses all over it. "Never seen this on you before" I smiled, dangling the panties between my fingers.

Sam snatched it out of my hands and crumpled it into a ball. "I only wear them with skirts, leggings, or dresses!" Sam stated, shaking her head at me and gesturing to the rolled underwear in her hand.

"Oh ok" I replied back, pushing the clothes back in the closet and shutting the door. "So, when's the next time you're going to wear any of those?" I slyly asked, giving Sam a seductive smile as my eyes roamed her body.

"Guess you'll have to wait and see" Sam replied back instantly, winking and turning around to walk away. Her black sweat-pants were drooping a little, revealing a black thong she had underneath. Wow, that didn't take long. Quietly following her down the steps, she reached the bottom of the stairs and watched as Sam bent over to look through a box. This gave me the perfect opportunity to sneak over and snap back her thong, causing Sam to arch her back and jump forward. "Ah!" Sam squealed, her hand going to the spot where the underwear hit. She faced me and raised her own eyebrow. "Very funny asshole" she spat out, squinting her eyes at me.

I lifted my hands up in defense and let out a chuckle. "Hey, I found out though!" I defended, pointing to her peeking panties and grinning.

Sam looked down at the waistband of her sweatpants and groaned. "Guess I have to make sure this is covered then" she noted, pulling up her sweatpants and rubbed over her backside to make sure it was concealed. I just continued to stare at her perfect ass, taking in the nice view I had with it slightly up in the air. Sam glanced up at me and saw my eyes locked on her butt. "Hey Maslow, stop staring at my ass!" she told me, her tone sounding a little annoyed.

"Can't help that I'm admiring one of my girlfriend's best features" I returned, winking at Sam as she turned around to kneel on her knees at me.

Standing up, Sam brushed off her knees and pulled up her navy blue tank-top. "Can you admire it at another time?" she asked, sounding amused at my honesty. "We have your boxes to unpack, which I'm practically breaking my back for to help you."

"Fine" I sighed, watching Sam walk over to another box labeled "Shoes" and open it. She bent over again to dig through the box. I half-smirked, realizing that I still could stare at her. "Thank you for helping me, babe" I thanked her from across the room, causing her to turn her head at me while still bending over.

"Maslow!" she called out, noticing where my eyes were directed. "Keep your eyes on the boxes, not me!" She puffed out and started to unpack the box.

I brushed my hands off and pouted, opening the lid to my box of clothes. This was going to be the beginning of a great step in our relationship. However, my feelings were starting to get the better of me. Moving in with Sam meant sleeping in the same room which meant sleeping in the same bad and that could possibly lead to sex. I know I said that I would wait, but after everything that happened, I kind of did want it. Not that I was going to pressure Sam by any means, but the urge was stronger. I had to make sure that I didn't do anything or make a move too fast.

The rest of June flew by, Sam and I finally settling into her house. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that I was with my girl. We weren't hearing anything about or from Drew, which made life a lot easier. Right now, we were on top of the world. There were no worries or problems, just Sam and I loving each other in a perfect relationship.

Big Time Rush actually had the whole summer off because of all the relationships and the wedding coming up. Also, we were constantly recording new music and shooting episodes, which took off time from a summer tour. But I didn't mind. That meant that I could actually spend my birthday with everyone!

Sam agreed with the whole gang heading to a dance club to celebrate my 23rd birthday. Did I ever mention that Sam and I were basically two years apart? I must say that she was very mature for her age, except for our immature little jokes now and then. When I first met her, I thought she was my age! But anyway, we all thought that a fun night out dancing and drinking would be great.

That night, I made sure I looked my best. I slicked back my hair and put on a black v-neck with a black leather jacket. A pair of dark jeans and white sneakers finished off the look. Sam's watch was on my left wrist, while a pair of black sunglasses was on top of my head. I was fixing my collar of my jacket in the hallway mirror upstairs when Sam walked out of the bedroom.

I turned around to see my very sexy girlfriend in a tight form-fitting strapless black dress with a pair of high black stilettos. Her highlighted hair was curled and put into a side ponytail, her rich brown eyes popping out with the coat of mascara over her lashes. She looked so gorgeous with her glowing tan skin against the dark material. I stopped and gasped, taking in the view as she spun around and smiled at me. "My my, don't you look ravishing?" I complimented, holding her hand in the air as she finished her spin.

Sam tucked a loose piece of curled hair behind her ear and bit her lip. "Why thank you" she answered, pretending to curtsy. "You ready for a big night, big boy?" Sam teased, lifting her eyebrow and wiggling her body.

"With you in that dress I am" I mumbled seductively, my eyes casting over each hugged curve on her body. Sam just sighed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and laughing. "Ok ok, I'm ready to go" I chuckled, seeing her reaction.

"Good" she replied, reaching for her short black shawl hanging over the chair. "Cause I'm ready to par-tay!" Sam put her hands over her head and did a woop woop. I shook my head and laughed to myself, fixing any last minute touches on my hair before walking downstairs. Sam was close behind, grabbing her silver clutch that held her house keys, money, make-up, and car keys. Since I did drink and tonight was my birthday, Sam agreed to be designated driver. Plus she never drank anyway. She snatched her purse and locked the door as she left the door, hitting the unlock button on her Pathfinder as we both got in. I couldn't lie; I was pretty excited. I was going to spend the night at a fun dancing club with all my closest friends and my girlfriend. Yes, girlfriend. This was the first birthday that I actually had Sam. She was my birthday wish all along, and I was happy that it finally came true. I just had to make sure it didn't backfire.

SAM'S POV:

The car ride to Club 99 was a short one, James and I laughing at old birthday party memories from his younger years. I could remember the party he had the first year I moved to the state, where he just turned old enough to drink. He didn't get "drunk" exactly, but it was a fun night.

When we walked through the club doors, I spotted Krista, Riley, and Sara almost immediately near the bar stools. Krista had on a purple short skirt with a silver tank top over, her wavy brown hair in a loose bun as she swung her purple flats on the seat. Riley had black skinny jeans on with a turquoise tank top that matched her Converse. Her own hair was straightened and in a high ponytail, showcasing the color underneath. Sara had red shorts on with a white lace top, pairing perfectly with her white and red flats. Her hair was straightened to her shoulders, each blonde highlight shimmering against the light.

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan were standing on the dance floor in a circle talking to each other. Kendall had jeans on with a white shirt and gray beanie. Carlos was wearing a dark red tank top with some dark jeans while Logan had on skinny jeans with a navy blue T-shirt and shades over.

My arm was interlocked with James, letting go only when I heard "SAM! Get your ass over here!" from Krista.

I sighed and looked at James, who was laughing and looking at Krista. "Don't worry babe" he assured, holding my upper arms and rubbing them. "Go see the girls. I'll go talk to the guys. We can all meet up later." He leaned down and gave me a peck on the lips before letting me walk ahead of him. T turned around to see a small smirk appear on his face watching me walk away. Of course he was staring.

Making my way over to the bar stools, I waved at the girls who were sipping their fancy drinks. "Aren't you looking sexy?" Krista pointed out, looking over my outfit choice and taking another sip of her drink.

"Well, I try" I joked, slapping my hands on my legs. Looking over at the guys all on the dance floor talking away, I turned to the girls and asked "Why aren't you with the guys?"

Sarah puffed out and swatted her hand towards them. "You know guy talk" she huffed, rolling her eyes. "Plus they wanted to start drinking when James arrived in honor of his birthday."

My mouth made an oh face as I nodded my head. Riley put down the drink she was sipping and rubbed her hands together. "Well now that everyone is here, I need to ask you all something" she said in a cautious tone.

Krista stopped playing with the rim of her drink and spun to face Riley. "Spill it" she said in a serious snap.

Riley breathed out and looked at the floor, playing with her thumbs. "Carlos suggested we… uh… get eloped…" she admitted, her eyes darting all around.

Sara gasped as I reached out for the stool to stable myself from the surprising statement. Krista's mouth dropped as she shrieked "WHAT?"

"Yeah…" Riley mumbled, licking her lips. "The other day we were eating lunch at my place and he randomly mentioned it in the middle of a commercial."

"Were you surprised?" I questioned, tilting my head. "I mean, have you ever thought about marrying him?"

Bringing her hands to her face, Riley slid her hands down her face and groaned. "Ugh yes I have. But did it have to come up now?" She made her hand into a fist and slammed it on her thigh. "It just popped up in conversation at the weirdest time!"

"Well… maybe he's been thinking about it?" Sara brought up, trying to help. "He really likes you, even loves you possibly. Maybe that's why?"

Riley nodded her head and took another drink of her margarita. "Well we do love each other" she agreed, wrapping her fingers around the bottom of her glass. "We told each other that on our 6 month anniversary. But I don't get why he wants to get eloped!"

Krista grumbled and rolled her eyes. "Hello! It's because he does love you!" Krista yelled with an annoyed tone. "Kendall and I are engaged and planning our wedding because we want to spend the rest of our lives together. Carlos thinks the same with you!"

"Why now though?" Riley asked, holding her hands out. She grunted and threw her head back.

I looked at Riley and shrugged my shoulders. "Sometimes you never know with guys…" I said, glancing my way to the guys on the dance floor. They were drinking and laughing, having a good time. We all seemed ok for now.

The girls and I spent a good length of time talking about the Carlos issue and Krista's nerves before the wedding. It was only about 5 months until their wedding, and Krista was slowly starting to freak out. She was nervous about the dress, the location, and everything else, but we were able to help calm her nerves down. Sara talked to us about Logan and how much she enjoyed the relationship, which made us all happy. Maybe she and Logan would last forever! And of course they had to ask about James and how we doing living with each other. But I didn't mind; it was his birthday anyway.

An hour and a half passed by with us all talking and drinking. Well, I only had water of course. Krista tried to get me to try some alcohol again, but I told her I never would and how I was driving anyway. None of us were big on dancing, especially since the guys were all still together. They were already drinking and wobbling, not a good sign. I could see James holding onto Carlos' shoulder as he tried to stand up. "Excuse me girls, I have to go check on the birthday boy" I told them all, pushing my way past the dancers to find James.

When I arrived, I tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. James spun around and gave me a cute, but obviously drunk, smile. "Hey baby. How you doing?" he asked me with a slight slur.

"Fine" I responded, looking at his glossy dazed eyes. Yup, he had a little too much to drink. It was his birthday, but I should have watched him better. "And how about you birthday boy?" I held his arm and looked on him.

James' eyes wandered over my body, turning a darker hazel color as they widened. "Good. Real good now that you're here" he grinned, biting his lip and eyeing my body again as that sly smile creeping on his face.

"James, I think it's time we leave" I urged him, grabbing his arm with me. "You've had a lot to drink."

"But I don't want to leave!" James' whined with a pout. "Not until I dance with your sexy ass." And with that, he spun me around and grabbed the side of my thighs. The beat was fast and sexy, causing him to push his pelvis against my ass and start moving. "This feels so good" he groaned, snaking his hands up my curves to my waist.

My hands went to his legs as I tried to pull away. "James, we really need to leave" I scolded, looking up to see him licking his lips with eyes full of lust.

James pushed me closer to his body and continued grinding against me, pushing my hair to the side as he began to nip my neck. I had to suck in a quick breath to keep myself from moaning. It did feel good, but this was drunk James. "Stop" I firmly stated, pulling away and turning to face him again. "You've had enough fun for tonight. Let's go."

"No" he argued, crossing his arms over his chest and giving me a half smile. What kind of a drunk was James? "I'm the birthday boy tonight! Why can't I stay and enjoy the night?"

"Because I told you to" I snapped back, clutching my purse and digging for my keys. "We are leaving now. I don't care what you say." I yanked on his arm and began to lead him out, only to have his knees start shaking. Sighing in frustration, I quickly waved bye the worried guys and girls and helped James out. Tossing his right arm over my shoulder, I grabbed around his waist and helped lead him to my car.

James was just grinning and laughing, tossing his head to stare behind us. "You're so sexy when you're angry" he growled, rising his eyebrows as he glanced at my ass. "Plus your ass still shakes" he added in, his eyes lingering down there until we reached the passenger side of the car.

An annoyed grunt came from the back of my throat as I opened the door for him and pushed him in. James was still laughing, only turning to me to stare at my dress that slipped down slightly in the front. I wasn't exposing anything, but there was some cleavage. He bit his lip and leaned forward, only to have me push him back into the seat and buckle him up.

I felt like I was helping a five year old. This was the last time we were going to go to a club for his birthday. I didn't know James could get that drunk. Quickly running over to my side of the car, I hopped in the driver's seat and put the key in the ignition. Trying to make the ride easier, I turned on the radio to hear "Sexy Can I" come on by Ray J. Of course James had to start screaming "SEXY CAN I! SEXY CAN I!" in the beginning with his fist pumping in the air, making a headache grow for me. For the rest of the ride, James just sang at the top of his lungs and swayed in his seat to the music, looking over at me occasionally to chuckle and stare me down.

By the time we arrived at our house, I had a full-blown headache. My phone kept vibrating in my purse, which was resting right next to my thigh for the whole car ride. Turning the car off, I ran around to James' side and unbuckled him. He instantly tumbled out of the car onto the driveway, causing me to gasp and scream in shock. "James!" I screamed, bending down to help him up by his hands.

He just laughed and hung his head closer to the driveway, leaning up on his hands and shaking his head. He wasn't standing up, so I squatted down in my dress to tug on his arms. It was extremely uncomfortable for me, being in stilettos and short dress that kept riding on my legs when I bent down. James didn't seem to mind, though. He stared at my exposed legs and muttered "Damn" under his breath. I picked him by his arms and leaned the whole right side of his body on me. He was wobbly and tipsy, rocking around in circles as he tried to walk to the door with me. We ended up walking in a zig-zag, my heels almost snapping from under me.

When we got to the door, I opened it quickly with my left hand and kicked the door open. James stepped forward and sighed happily since he was home. I gripped the door around my right shoe and slammed it shut, teetering slightly as James continued to lean on me. I shifted his arm down to around my waist, helping me stable him as he inched across the room. But he decided that it would be better to grip my ass as we finally made it to the couch. At this point I just bit my tongue and shook my head, not saying anything only because he was drunk.

We made it to the steps that lead upstairs, with me trying to guide him up each step. But since his legs looked like they would collapse at any minute, I brought him to the couch instead and peeled him off my body. He fell back onto the couch, draping his arms over the sides as he groaned out and leaned his head back. I brought my hand to my head and rubbed, still groaning at this James.

James looked at me standing before him and purred at me. "Damn baby, you are smoking tonight!" he whistled, licking his lips and reaching his hands out for me. I shook my head and swatted his hand down, making him pout and frown. Deciding that I would help him out, I turned around and walked to the kitchen to get him some water or flat ginger ale. James' eyes burned into my body, me feeling each seductive stare that he had.

I poured him some water in one cup and ginger ale in another, cautiously walking over to a loose James on the couch. He eyes were dark and squinting at me, gracing my body like a piece of meat. He watched my heels clunk against the kitchen tile and step onto the carpet, following from my feet to up my legs. "Your banging legs look great with those sexy heels" he stuttered, smirking again as his hands went to near his pockets. I sighed and tried to smile at James, just trying to help him. As I leaned over to place the cups on the table next to the couch, I felt James smack my ass. Jumping up in shock, I spun around to see his hand retracting. By now, his eyes were almost a brown color, glossy and lost while looking at me.

I closed my eyes for a minute and took in a deep breath, reminding myself that he was drunk. But I didn't like his actions at all. He really wanted to me right now, and I wasn't going to let him. Especially since he was drunk. My eyes went down to his shirt that was almost soaked in sweat. My dress was beginning to feel wet as well, from James leaning on me. I bend forward to James and pointed to his shirt. "Come on, take it off" I told him, my fingers feeling the bottom of my shirt as I lifted it up.

James smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, looking down my dress and his hands lifted up in the air. Of course I had to take it off. I ripped the sweaty shirt off his body, balling it together and tossing it on the side seat. I didn't even take a minute to take in James' chest. I saw it enough now that we lived together. It was glistening with sweat and contracting quickly from his short breaths. Not looking up from my dress, James mumbled "Your turn". I glanced down at James, who seemed like he was undressing my with my eyes.

"No, James" I told him, stepping back to look around for a blanket or something. He was obviously going to sleep on the couch since he couldn't make it up the steps.

"Why!" he whined again, his hands banging against the cushions. "I'm the birthday boy! Come on!" He shifted to the edge of the couch and grasped his hand out like he was trying to pull on my dress.

I put my hands on his shoulders and leaned him back in the couch, grabbing the cup of water and handing it to him. He just jerked his head to the side and retracted away from it like it was deadly. I put the cup back and twisted my heel on the carpet, putting my hands on my hips. "James, you're drunk" I made clear, emphasizing the drunk part.

"Why would that affect anything?" he contradicted, huffing out and chuckling like I was stupid.

"You're drunk. Which means you won't remember anything" I clarified, using my hands to gesture to his actions. "Plus I'm waiting."

James grunted "UGH" and rolled his eyes. "You're waiting, blah blah blah" he mocked me, scrunching his nose in response to my comment. "I've waited long enough! Why can't we just do it?"

"Because James, we can't!" I yelled back, my hands flying in the air. "I'm waiting until marriage and such because I believe-" I stopped speaking in the middle of my sentence, realizing that this was stupid. I was going to argue with a drunk who couldn't comprehend what was happening. This was why I didn't want to drink. Taking a deep breath in the calm myself down, I walked over to the blanket on the seat and grabbed it. Unfolding it as James slid down across the couch to get comfortable, I draped it over his body and adjusted it for him. "Just get some sleep and maybe you'll be ok tomorrow" I calmly spoke to James, fixing the last piece of blanket. "Just drink the water and ginger ale and close your eyes."

James mumbled and frowned like a little kid again. This was just ridiculous, but I knew it was only drunk James. Maybe he would be better by morning. He pulled the blanket over his chest as he turned and faced the back of the couch. In a matter of seconds, James was breathing deeply and not shifting on the couch, causing me to let out a relieving breath. Hopefully he would sleep it off until morning, where I would help him with the terrible hangover he would probably have.

I backed up the middle of the living room and just watched James. I could see the blanket rising and falling slightly with each breath he took, his perfectly slicked hair now a jumbled mess from the night out. He looked completely different from earlier, seeming innocent and not involved. But he wasn't. Unfortunately, I didn't watch him close enough to make sure he didn't get drunk. I felt like it was my fault. I knew he was going to drink, but I didn't think he would get drunk. I should have monitored him. Wait, no. It wasn't my fault. James was a grown man. He should have known how much alcohol his body could take, not have me do it for him. He should be glad I was there to take him before he did anything stupid.

But instead he was getting aggravated at me for not sleeping with him. Clearly this issue of me not having sex with him existed before tonight. Drunks usually admitted what was on their mind, and I for sure knew I was on James'. It was like I could still feel his eyes clawing and itching at my body, begging for me to take off everything. But at this point I didn't care. I was too exhausted to think about it too much. Just his words I've waited long enough had my mind in a jumble. For how long was he thinking about it? I could not over analyze, not now. I just needed to sit down and make sure James was ok.

I walked over to the seat facing the couch and slouched back into the back rest, letting my head fall back as my legs stretched. I didn't even bother to take off my heels since I was so tired. I just remained all dressed up in dress and heels, listening to the sound of my phone still buzzing from my purse. To be honest, I was too lazy to answer. I didn't want to talk to them about James being drunk and routy. Instead, I would just sit on this couch and watch him sleep. And that's just what I did.

So if you all read up above, I am making this thirty chapters for a few reasons. 1) I like the number since it's even and ends in zero. Seeing an odd number of chapters for a completed story bothers me, besides 5. 2) I had a chapter idea, but felt like I could spend all the time talking about it in one chapter. So, I took it out and made it combine into this one. So the girls talking about Riley's situation and all was supposed to be separate. And finally 3) If I made this more than 30 chapters, I would just ask myself why even have a sequel? After this part of the story is over, I can take what happened and approach that. But I'll explain this more now, down below.

Here is the sequel question: Would you prefer for me to continue with Sam and James in the sequel basically right after this story ends, or wait until after I start my "Day by Day" story and complete that? I don't mind beginning right away, but I would have to make note that it would not be daily updates. To be honest, I'm pushing myself for daily updates. I'm surprised my writing is coming out that good. It's a lot, but I do it for you. I would, however, make sure they were updated weekly, maybe even before like three days. I'll see when I get to the sequel.

Another sequel question: In the sequel, do you want romance, humor, drama? Or all three? Or some combined? Because I was thinking of rating the sequel M for future chapters, but if you don't want descriptive chapters like that *you know what I mean, even if it's not all the way*, I won't include it. I just don't want to lose followers and such because of the change of writing or rating. I do have to admit, I love writing heated scenes and stupid scenes, but I think you people would stop following me if I did that.

I felt like I had one more note or something to include, but eh screw it. Oh wait, that kinda was my note. Haha, do you people get mad when I include swears or adult topics? I'm just checking, cause if you do I can stop or try to work my way around it. Let me know!

AH I REMEMBER! Wtf I'm way too all over the place today. Sorry for all of you who read all of these little notes. But I was thinking after the sequel, if you people REALLY love James and Sam, I could continue with one-shots or whatever about their relationship. Or lack of… *plot twist, can't reveal sequel* But that will come in due time! You don't have to answer all these questions, but some feedback is appreciated. My goal in the end is to please you! *oh please don't take that sexually* Hope you liked this chapter and keep on reviewing my loves :P

*AH on Green Time Rush, James and Carlos hug each other a lot… well in the beginning haha. But me gusta James' shirt. It fits REAL GOOD ;) I keep laughing at this show, which is the whole point right? Ok I look forward to this at 10:30 AM since I HAVE A SNOW DAY TODAY! Hahaha! But that means more time to write! Ok enough with my notes, bad Sam. My nick channel is screwy. Of course when James in on. I'm done. And yes James, making cow noises is fun ;)*

Wow ok another episode Big Time Wedding. That princess is lucky. I bet if that princess was me, James would be down on one knee already. Oh yes king they are referred to as "hot singing boys". No more comments about the episode. I will stop myself from typing more.