As soon as Jane stepped outside of the crib, she shut the door and fell with her back against it. Her heart was absolutely racing. She had never seen Kendall acting like that before. It was always a sideline thing. There was a sinking feeling within her, where she feared that somehow Kendall would realize she was James, and then everything would explode and be horrible for the rest of forever. But on the other hand…Jane was getting what she always wanted. Kendall liked her. He liked this girl version of James, clearly. She had to be very careful from here on out, if she was going to pursue him, because if anything went wrong and he lost interest, she would likely be stuck as a woman always.

Alright, Jane thought to herself. I can't seem desperate, so I'll give it some time and then get back to him. She went back to Camille's apartment and got straight back to bed. Camille was still out, and that unfortunately left Jane alone with her thoughts. She was contemplating how to go out with a best friend. Well, of course Kendall didn't know they were best friends, but still; it was a delicate situation.

She must have dozed off for a little bit, but had no dreams. Camille came home and accidently woke her up. It was almost noon. That horrible, stale taste from unexpected sleep was fresh in Jane's mouth. She rolled over and glared at Camille.

"Sorry," Camille said. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's ookkaaayy…"

"How did it go?"

"What?"

Camile stepped over to Jane and sat down on the empty side of the bed. There was an annoying grin on her face. "Kendall."

"Nothing happened," Jane groaned. She rolled back over and shoved her head into the pillow grudgingly. "I've only known him like, a day."

"You need to strike while the iron is hot, Jane."

"What does that mean."

"Ahh, you know; see if he likes you before another girl catches his attention."

"What other girl?" Jane asked. She looked over and Camille and wrinkled her forehead up.

"Oh, I guess you don't know this," Camille said. "Like, half of the girls here are crazy about Kendall. It's only a matter of time until one gets him."

"Are you serious?" Jane sounded concerned. She finally sat up in bed and pulled her knees to her giant chest. "That many? Are there that many girls interested in the other Big Time boys? Like James?"

"Pshh," Camille dismissed. "James? Nobody likes James."

"Why not? He's…I heard he's really hot."

"He sorta is, but he is a total arrogant snob. Believe me. When he comes back, you wouldn't want to date him."

"Huh? Why would you say that? Confidence can be attracted."

"Oh, Jane," the other girl said sympathetically. She patted her friend on the head. "Confidence is one thing. Being a narcissistic jerk is another."

"What is narcissistic?"

"Obsessed with yourself, etc."

"Weird. 'Cause I heard he was sexy and an awesome guy."

"He's a sweetheart, but he just needs to work on himself a little. You know; mentally, not physically."

"Hmm." Jane sighed to herself. It was difficult to hear such a heavy criticism of who she really was, or had been at least. She really wanted to start crying, but that would be way too hard to explain. So, she swallowed her emotions and did her best to keep a straight face. "I dunno what to do about Kendall. I think he likes me."

"Wait, really?" Camille asked with a double take. She brought her legs up onto the bed and crossed them. Obviously this piqued her interest. "What happened?"

"He sort of asked me out."

"WHAAAT? Are you serious? Oh my God!" Camille basically squealed when she heard this. "Tell me tell me tell me!"

"Uh, well, I said I had to get going, and he asked if I wanted to stay longer and talk. But uummmm, I was kinda nervous, so I said I had to go."

"Why didn't you stay?"

"I SAID I WAS NERVOUS!" Jane barked. She stuck out her tongue for a second. "But then he said maybe we could go for smoothies or something."

"What did you tell him?"

"I said sure,…but I didn't set anything up."

"Jesus Christ!" Camille glared at Jane. "You're unbelievable. Get up right now and go hang out with him. You're soooo lucky! You have no idea. He doesn't think so, but he's one of the hottest guys living here."

"Ehheheh…it just makes me nervous."

"It's only a date. And barely a date. What's so hard about that?"

"Well, to be honest, I've uh…" Jane suddenly got quiet. "I've never had a date…"

"Seriously?" Camille perked up. "Not ever?"

"No."

"Now is the perfect time to start!" Camille jumped up onto her feet all of the sudden. She grabbed Jane by the arm and pulled her off of the bed. Reluctantly, Jane was dragged to the closet, where Camille began tossing different clothes at her. "You need to look good," she said. "Try this on. Or this. Or this." There came a dress, and a skirt, and a blouse. Jane was a little overwhelmed. The held the garments in her hands and asked, "Uhh, which?"

"Whichever you like best, silly!" Camille exclaimed. "And we need to fix your hair."

"NO! My hair looks fine!" Jane protested, with a hair flip.

"Okay, okay. Do what you want."

"I don't need anybody to tell me how to look. Besides, Kendall likes girls looking natural." Right when Jane said that, she realized that she technically didn't know that was true. Camille shot her a strange look. "I-I mean, I guess," Jane said very quickly.

"He could."

"Probably."

"Well? Are you going to get changed and go talk to him?"

"I'm just going like this," Jane said. She handed the other clothes back to Camille and went to leave the bedroom. "Not even sure how to do this, but I guess I'll just wing it."

"It's not a big deal. Just hang out with him. Act like it's friends, and go from there."

Okay, Jane thought. She walked back into the hallway of the PalmWoods and headed off towards the apartment of Big Time Rush. Just act like friends. That's good. I know how to do that. Taking several deep breaths, she walked up to the door and knocked on it a few times. Kendall's mom answered.

"Hi, uh," Mrs. Knight said with a confused look on her face. "You're the new girl, right?"

"Yeah."

"Can I help you?"

"I wanna talk to Kendall."

"Oh, do you? Alright. Let me go get him." Mrs. Knight looked at Jane kind of oddly before she walked deeper into the apartment. A minute or so later, Kendall came out. He looked surprised to see Jane there. "Hey," he said quickly. "What's up."

"Not much," Jane said, trying to act like "herself" and stay cool. "Was wondering if you wanted to hang out."

Kendall seemed to be blushing. "Oh, sure. Yeah, I got time. You want to go now?"

"Why not?"

"Okay, cool. Yeah. Wanna head downstairs?"

"Alright."

Kendall came out of the apartment, closed to door behind him, and walked with Jane to the elevators. "So how's it working out for you, living here and all?" Kendall asked.

"It's pretty chill. I like it."

"Meet a lot of people yet?"

"Kinda."

They came to the elevators and Kendall pressed the down arrow. He looked at Jane and smiled. "You will. There are a lot of neat people here. So what kind of work are you doing in LA?"

"Um, nothing right now."

"What do you want to do?"

"Ummm…I sing." Jane didn't really want to say that, because she wasn't sure if it would blow her cover or not. But what else could she do? Even as a boy, she wasn't a very great actor. Modeling was there, but the female body wasn't quite familiar enough to really promote it. But Kendall was impressed either way. "That's awesome," he said. The doors opened and they stepped inside. He clicked the lobby button. "Obviously you know that me and my guys all sing in our band."

"Yeah. That's pretty cool."

"I'm still worried about James. You haven't happened to hear anything, or run into him or something? It seems weird."

"No. I've never met him. Um, what is he like?"

They arrived at the lobby and Kendall let Jane go ahead of him. He followed behind and made a pensive face. "Well, he's basically my best friend," he said. They walked through the lobby and onto the pool deck. "He's really funny, and good looking, talented, a lot of fun to be with. He can get cocky, though. And it's weird, but he's never had a girlfriend."

"Why is that weird?" Jane asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"Do you want to sit here?" Kendall pointed at a table alongside the pool. Jane nodded and they took a seat. "I just wonder why a hot dude like him can't get a girl. It doesn't make much sense."

Jane put her elbows on the table and propped her chin up in her hands. "Maybe he doesn't want one?" she suggested, but Kendall shook his head quickly. "That doesn't make sense. He's always complaining about being alone."

"Well, I dunno," Jane admitted. "But he seems pretty cool."

"He is," Kendall said. "He really is. And so are you."

Jane blushed and widened her eyes. "Huh?" She spat out. Kendall smiled coolly. "I said so are you. You're pretty cool. I like being around you. I know we've only known each other for like a day, but it feels sorta like we've been friends for a long time. Do you get that vibe, too?"

"Um. Kinda."

Kendall frowned slightly and looked away. "Maybe it's just me," he said quietly. His giant eyebrows furrowed, and Jane felt bad. "I'd have to spend more time with you to feel it, I guess," she said.

"Sounds good to me," Kendall said. He smiled slightly. "I think you're really beautiful."

"Huh?" Jane asked. Her eyes widened and she stared at him straight on. "What?"

"I was giving you a compliment."

"Oh. I know. Umm."

"What?" Things got awkward. Jane was freaked out when Kendall said she was beautiful. It was flattering no doubt, but he was moving very fast and the emotions were overwhelming. But obviously it upset Kendall when she rejected his compliment. He looked a little sad and didn't talk for a moment.

"Sorry," he finally mumbled.

"Why sorry?"

"I dunno." He scrunched up his distinguished forehead and got up from the table. "I gotta go."

"Wait, why?" Jane asked, but Kendall didn't answer and just walked away. Suddenly, she felt sick to her stomach.