Chapter 2: No Title Yet

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, or any settings, characters, etc. that pertain to the television show or their music.

Logan Mitchell sat at the edge of his bed. The bedside lamp cast a soft glow over the otherwise dark bedroom, both comforting and eerie at the same time. James was lying in the other twin bed opposite him, arms behind his head, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Logan heard a soft knock on the door, and Kendall and Carlos entered the room, Carlos making himself comfortable and sat cross-legged on the floor, while Kendall leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest.

"I can't believe we're actually back here," Kendall muttered, surveying the room. Ever since they had arrived at the four-bedroom condominium an hour earlier, none of the boys had yet found a way to register that they were really back in Minnesota. Not a single one of them thought they would ever be back here; it was quite unnerving to all of them.

"It's crazy," Carlos agreed. "And we're actually going back to Lakeville High tomorrow."

"I wonder what the place is like now," Logan added.

"What about you James?" Kendall asked, noticing James had been yet again mysteriously absent from the conversation. "Excited? Nervous?"

"Oh," James jerked upwards. "Um… I'm so excited! Really!"

Kendall shot a look at James, and James quickly looked away, which was a telltale he wasn't telling the truth (James was usually very confident when he spoke).

Logan raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked quizzically.

"Really!" James repeated very loudly, yet there was still a tone of nervousness in his voice.

"Come on, James," Carlos urged. "What's the matter? Don't lie to us."

Logan saw James' eyes dart from Carlos, to Kendall, then to Logan himself. Logan raised an eyebrow in return and continued to stare. James stared back just as intently, but Logan knew that he would break any second now.

He did.

"Fine!" James said, clearly knowing that he had been defeated. "It's just… I'm nervous to see someone tomorrow, okay?"

"Who?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah, who?" Kendall agreed. "Everyone loved you."

"You were 'The Face'," Logan added, lending him the slightest smile that only James could notice.

"No one," James said.

"James!" the other three said in unison, leaning in.

"Alright, I'll tell you!" said James, looking as if he was getting quite annoyed with them. He rose from the bed and started pacing the length of the room, looking at the carpet.

"Heather Harrison." James said with a shudder, his words having to be forced from his mouth with the utmost strength.

Suddenly, an oddly clear image of a blond-haired, blue-eyed, freckle-faced girl with an extremely over-enthusiastic smile and the most obnoxious clothing ensemble you could imagine popped into his head. After squinting his eyes tightly, analyzing where he had seen such a girl before, Logan let a gasp escape his lips. Only then did he realize Kendall and Carlos had done the exact same thing he had.

"N-not the girl you dated…" Carlos stuttered.

"That one time…" Kendall continued.

"Right before we left for LA…" Logan finished, details flooding back into the front of his mind.

James nodded hopelessly.

"Wait…" Logan continued, eyes widening as he put two and two together. "Please tell me you didn't leave her to go to Los Angeles without telling her you were leaving…"

James nodded again, unable to speak.

"She's going to kill you!" Carlos blurted out louder than he intended to. He clasped his hands over his mouth as soon as he realized what he had said.

"I hate to say it, James," said Kendall, cupping a hand on James' shoulder. "but she is going to kill you."

"I know!" James snapped. "The only reason I didn't break up with her as soon as we started going out is because I was too scared to say no to her! But now I just left her without telling her, and now I'm coming back…"

"It's okay," Carlos said, taking off his helmet and offering it to James. "We-"

"No, it's not okay!" James said loudly, then the tone of his voice moved towards a kind of groan. "She's going to ruin 'The Face'!"

And with that, James Diamond stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.

Author's Note:

Hello, everyone! Go ahead, stab me with your pencils and smack me over the head with your keyboards. I know it's been a whole MONTH since I updated last. But cut me some slack! We all know how the last few weeks of school can be, with finals and all that jazz. I've decided not to update on a schedule; I'm going to update this story whenever the heck I feel like it. Summers are also very busy for me, so just bear with me and have patience. I'm very new to the world of fanfiction, and haven't gotten the hang of writing on a deadline quite yet.

On another note, you'll notice that currently (as of 5 June, 2011) this chapter is under the name of "No Title Yet". As I cannot come up with legit titles to save my life, I encourage you to leave me your title suggestions in a review. The one I like the most will become the new chapter title. Please help me with this, as it would be a great service to me!

Hope everyone's having a good summer, and I'll try to update this soon (if you even want to hear from me anymore).