Okay, I'm putting up the first official chapter. Yay! I'm kind of nervous 'cause I usually never show anyone my writing. This is sort of a first for me. I just really hope you like this story! I think it's pretty crappy but, ya know, that's just my crappy opinion. *Shrug* Now, I don't want to ramble so I'll leave you to it! Just one more thing; the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR. I wish I did, though. The world would be a happier place.

Kendall's POV

"Dude, don't forget your beanie."

I nodded silently before grabbing the article from Logan and putting it in my duffel. "Thanks, man." Logan just shrugged in response and I sighed. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just wish that Griffin hadn't cut us loose or that Gustavo would've stood up to him or something."

"I know, I feel the same way. But, if there is one thing I've learned since we came it LA, it's that Gustavo is just a paper lion. All bark and no bite. He tells us he's the big dog, but when Griffin comes around, he's a puppy with his tail between his legs. I doubt that he would've stood up for us in any scenario."

"You're not making me feel better, Kendall."

"Right, sorry. I'm just venting I guess. I'll shut up now," I said as I zipped up my bag. "I guess I'm done packing…"

"I thought you said you were shutting up?"

"Shit. Right, sorry," I made a locking motion over my mouth before pretending to throw the imaginary key. The room went silent then, creating an almost awkward feel. Logan zipped up his suitcase before sitting down on his now bare bed and throwing himself on it.

"I'm almost going to miss this place, even though it smells like shit," Logan said with a sigh. I just nodded, causing him to look at me. "You can talk now."

"Either way, I have nothing to say." Logan just rolled his eyes before standing.

"I think we have to move all of our stuff to the living room."

"Yeah, I forgot," I said, grabbing my bags before following him out of our bedroom. The first thing I noticed in the living room was the bags that were piled onto the couch. The second thing was that Carlos was sitting on the floor eating a corndog. I didn't question the second thing.

"Is James almost done packing?" Logan asked.

"I hope so. He's been packing since the moment we got back from Rocque Records. How much stuff could he have… uhm… what's the word?" Carlos asked.

"Accumulated."

"Yeah. How much stuff could he have acucumbered over time?"

"Accumulated. Not a cucumber," Logan corrected.

"I said a cucumber as one word. Acucumber."

"How can you even tell if I say it as one word or not?"

"I can feel it."

"Okay, okay!" I said, interrupting the two. "First off, no one knows how James manages to collect as much shit as he does. Second, acucumber isn't a word and accumulated just sounds stupid. Say hoarded or collected. It's easier. And thirdly, you can't feel wording!"

"Feel wording? That just sounds gross. What happened, Kendall? Run out of pictures of Zooey Deschanel to jerk off to?" James asked from behind me. I spun around to see him looking at me, his lips curled into a smug smirk. I rolled my eyes. (1)

"Whatever, man. Are you done packing yet? We need to have everything ready for tomorrow morning; our flight leaves at 8AM." I reminded him. James just waved his hand at me, his silent way of saying whatever.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, bro."

"You aren't going to stall in the morning, are you?" I asked.

"What? Pshh, of course not! Why would I stall?"

"I know you, James. I bet that in the morning, you're going to claim that you forgot to pack this up and you need to properly pack that, yadda yadda yadda, then you're going to take forever saying good-bye to people that we barely know, like Camille and Tyler. Am I right or am I right?"

"Are those my only choices?"

"Yup."

"Neither, because you, sir, are WRONG!"

"If you say so…"

The Next Morning:

"Wait! I still need to pack my Cuda products! I can't leave without those!" I rolled my eyes at my friend's behavior. We were all standing in the living room ready to leave, but just like I had guessed, James was stalling.

"Why didn't you pack them up last night?" Katie inquired.

"Because I needed to use them now! I wasn't going to pack them just to unpack them today and have to repack again! That's just stupid." James asserted, waving his arms around in a frenzy to emphasize his point.

"Well then, hurry the hell up because we are going to leave soon and I will not hesitate in leaving you behind, James." I snapped.

"Kendall..!" my mom said in a warning tone before turning to James, "Honey, I know you don't want to go back to Minnesota, but we have to. I'm sorry."

"And," Logan added from his spot on the couch, "just because you didn't make it big this time doesn't mean you don't have a chance! It just means you have less of a chance!" he finished happily.

"NOT HELPING!"

"Look dude, we need to get going already. And I want to get to the airport before they run out of corndogs at the food court or something! So, like Kendall said, hurry the hell up!" Carlos growled.

"Okay, okay. I'll finish packing," James muttered before walking off to the bathroom, hopefully to finish packing and not to think of more ways to stall.

I walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote from one of the armrests before sitting down beside Logan.

"You know there's nothing good giving right now, right?" he asked. I shrugged.

"They're giving The Dick van Dyke Show."

"You watch that?" Carlos asked, standing from the floor to sit down on Logan's other side.

"No, but I'm bored and it's better than nothing," I replied. Carlos only shrugged in response. When the theme song came on, I started humming along, earning a questioning look from both of my friends.

"What? Don't you watch Family Guy?"(2) I asked.

"Kendall, you know that I rarely watch TV unless they're airing one of my documentaries." Logan said

"Yeah, 'cause you're a nerd," Carlos teased.

"And you love it."

"Yeah, I love it 'cause you do my homework for me when I pretend to be sick!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Wait, you were pretending?" Logan asked, incredulous.

"Uhm... No?" Carlos said, although it sounded more like a question.

BANG!

"SHIT!" James suddenly shouted from the bathroom.

"We should help him," I suggested blandly.

"Probably," Logan replied.

"COMING!" Carlos called. The three of us stood from the couch to help James. When we entered the bathrooms, I raised my eyebrows at the sight that greeted us.

"What'cha got there, Jamie?" I asked.

"I... don't know. All I know is that I was packing my Cuda stuff and then... everything went downhill real fast," he said, looking confused.

"You look gross!" Carlos said, wrinkling his nose.

"How did this happen?" Logan asked.

"Well, while I was packing I looked in the mirror-"

"Surprise, surprise..." I muttered.

James glared at me before continuing. "Anyways, I looked in the mirror and noticed my hair had lost some volume. So I grabbed my hairspray and tried to use it, but nothing would come out. It just made a hissing noise. There was still spray in the bottle though! So, I grabbed a pin and stuck it in the nozzle, then this happened!" He exclaimed before gesturing to his face.

"You look... shiny," Carlos said happily, trying to cheer James up.

"More like sticky..." Logan said.

"Just... get cleaned up so that we can head to the airport already," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair before turning and walking out of the bathroom. I heard a click and shook my head. That was probably Carlos getting a picture of Hairspray-Covered James, I thought.

"Is James OK?" Katie asked.

"He blew up a bottle of hairspray."

"Aw, I missed it! A video of that would get so many hits on YouTube!" she exclaimed.

"Katie!" our mom scolded, "We don't embarrass friends and then post videos of it on the internet!"

"He kind of embarrassed himself, Mama Knight," a voice behind me said.

"Thank you, Logan!" Katie said.

"What time is it?" I asked. My mom looked at her watch before answering.

"Our flight leaves in 48 minutes if that's what you were asking."

"It is," I said with a nod.

47 minutes later:

"So, I guess this is it. We're going back to Minnesota for good," James said sadly.

"I can't believe it. I thought we did good," I said, looking down slightly and shaking my head.

"You did do good, guys. Griffin and Gustavo obviously just have their heads too far up their butts to see that," Katie said, earning chuckles from the guys and I.

"Thanks, Katie," we chorused. I saw James wrap an arm around her shoulders and hug her to his side breifly before letting go. I stepped forward before spinning around to face everybody.

"You know what?" I asked, "This is fine. This is OK... We'll be OK. I mean, even though we weren't signed, we still tried our hardest. That's what matters. I don't know about you guys, but I have no regrets. I had fun. Singing with you three was awesome! We don't need a recording contract to prove that, right?" I said with a triumphant smile. Logan, James, and Carlos looked at each other before smiling.

"Right!"

"So, now, even though we're going back home, we're not going back empty handed. We can say that we were an almost-famous boy band for three days. How many people can say that!" I exclaimed.

"Flight 159 to Duluth, Minnesota is now boarding."

"Let's go, boys," my mother said before leading the way to the terminal.

I fell into step with everyone as we made our way there. So, we didn't make it big time. So what? I had the guys, my mom, and my baby sister with me. I had nothing more to ask for. Everything was fine.

(1) My best friend said this to me once. Except, ya know, not jerking off. I am female, after all. Still, embarrassing.

(2) The Beep van Beep Show, featuring Beep van Beep XD

So. Suckish ending is suckish. Sorry. Also, we didn't meet the OC's in this chap. But we will in the next! Sorry it took me so long to write. I'm a suckish writer. Again, sorry. But, I hope you enjoyed! I did try my best! I really did!

And, good news. BTR WON A BLIMP! That was just epic! And James tripped. Poor James. I bet you a fangirl grabbed his ankles and tripped him or something. If I had been there, I probably would've been doing the same thing out of excitement. After the KCA's ended, I went up to my bedroom and cried many tears of joy.

Anyways, if you did happen to like the first official chapter to Making the List, then feel free to review. I don't mind. I don't mind at all.

We Found Kogan in a Kames-less place! XD Just had to add that.