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Big Time Temptations	By : Resting-Madness Category: 1 through F > Big Time Rush Views: 333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Big Time Rush, nor do I own any of their music featured in this work of fiction, which I make no profit from. I also don't own nor have wrote the song in the start. It's from an indie singer named Lights.

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The flight was a long fourteen hours of: crying babies, bored children kicking the seat of the person in front of them, parents hissing at said children, groaning adults because the bored children refuse to listen to their parents telling them to stop kicking the seats, and James Diamond, who decided that a plane is the perfect captive audience to his singing.
"Oh no... Its on tonight and here we go-oh..."
"James," Muttered Kendall beside him with his head lolled to the back of his seat, eyes closed, and voice cracked with sleep exhaustion; if James sang one more verse he was going to knock him out cold. Assuming the male hadn't heard him, what with his iPod earbuds in, he slaps him with the back of his hand and again says. "James..."
Nodding his head to the music, he glances Kendall's way and smiles. "Its goin' down- down, right now... you can't lose."
"James!" And that was Logan, who'd finally reached his witts end with the singing pretty boy, snapping through a hissed tone. The brat in the seat behind him had finally gone to sleep, and if James didn't keep his voice down he would surely wake up again for round twelve!
But the brunet sang on, he'd even gone as far as to pop his back, back and forth against his seat; which annoyed Carlos who had somehow managed to ignore all sounds around him and fall asleep. But he was roused by James' seat beating into his knees from movement. Groaning, Carlos shoved the male's seat. "Oh, come on!"
That got his attention, and removing his earbuds, James looked around him at his friends. "What?"
"Stop singing!" The three angry band members groan in unison.
"If anything, it should sooth you like a lullaby." Retorts James, who clearly didn't see what the problem was. He wasn't shouting... at least, he didn't think so. Returning his ear buds where they belong, James lowered the volume of the music. Parting his mouth he sucks in a breath of air, ready to strike up the next chorus when Kendall grabbed him hard by the collar near his throat.
"Stop it... forever..."
"Come on, is it really that bad?"
"Yes!" And that wasn't just his band-mates, it was Kelly, the woman ahead of him and Kendall, and some guy diagonal from them.
"Alright, alright..." Flicking his hair from his eyes, he leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. He doesn't have to sing... But it started out low, "...Its late and I am tired, wish I could spark your smile" then it started to grow. "The place is flying high, but right now we're wanted below.."
That did it. And with the pillows beneath their sleepy heads, Kendall, Carlos, and Logan battered and beat James with soft pillows that they all wished were filled with rocks. The other passangers had to applaud them when they stopped hammering their friend and returned to a normal seated state. Regardless whether or not James sounded good, it was still annoying to hear anything when you're trying to sleep.
Thoroughly tousled, James straightened out his bread and butter, whipping out his lucky comb to fix the full on fly away the beat-down produced. Straightening his clothing out afterwards, he settled into his seat and closed his eyes. He can sleep... he's tired... he just has to let it happen...
"Achoo!" Kendall didn't have time to attempt to make his sneeze as quiet as he could, it just sort of shot out- like a bullet from a gun. And dispite their attempts to keep James quiet due to the sleeping toddlers and passangers, this random expellsion of air woke the screaming infact more effectively than shaking him would have.
The collective groan went up, and Kendall could only offer a lame shrug of an apology. Hopefully they'll be in London sooner than later, and they can get all the sleep they want at the hotel... because right now, sleep would not come easy what with the kicked chairs, and the screaming babies.
10:43 p.m. London, England. Seated atop a double-decker bus, the band admires London in its night-life atmosphere. Its nothing like L.A. or even Minnesota, with its swell of orange lighting coming from street lights that looked like torches on each corner, the shops illuminating their artificial lighting out onto the sidewalks through the oversized glass windows. A flurry of cars are on the road, other buses with waving tourist like themselves, not many people are walking about the streets but there's still a good crowd hoofing it here and there. Despite the very unpleasant flight, the boys' energy was renewed the moment they stepped off the plane into the airport terminal. It felt like they were in the states up until they got outside and on the road. The cars were insane. Just about every one of them looked like a hearse, which they know that they're actually British cabs.
"Let there be Super Nannies!" Shouts James in a regal tone while leaning over the railing just a bit.
"Hey, she may actually be in one of them?" Carlos chimes in ernest.
"Nah, she wouldn't be," Kendall straightens out from the lean he's got over the side. "she's probably in the U.S. working on a family." Turning the small digital camera so that its facing him, he says. "Hey Katie, we're finally off the plane and in London, and as you can see the streets are filled with British cabs that may or may not be carrying Jo Frost."
He snickers when James and Carlos start singing the theme song to Super Nanny in the background; their fingers poking up into airspace as if they were popping bubbles that only they could see.
"Kelly, are we gonna stop someplace for dinner?" Carlos even went as far as to point down to a place they're passing by.
"Sorry, we can't. Its straight to the hotel to check in, and then to bed; you can order room service if you're hungry." The assistant is texting to their manager, and working out the schedule for tomorrow.
"Man, and I really wanted to eat some British food." Carlos pouts.
"A British hotel will still give you British food, Carlos..." James replied.
"Oh." And he seemed genuinely surprised by that piece of information. "Kendall shoot me!" He smiles at the camera. "And Katie, you'll be happy to know that British hotels still serve British food."
"Even though the food is from Britain, its got a lot of influences from other european places. So you're not just eating native food from the land..." And Logan cocks his head in disbelief when the pair pretended to nod off on him. "Okay, I was just saying." He shrugs.
"Oh, oh!" James places his hands over Kendall's to turn the camera on him. "And Katie, Ms. Knight, you may also be wondering if the air in England smells like fish and chips?" He chuckles as if it were a joke, then in his usual handsome models voice, he answers himself. "You bet it does." His hazel gaze moves past the lense to where Kendall is laughing; the air does infact smell like fish-n-chips. But that's only due to the fact that they've just passed by a small eatery.
Kelly couldn't help but shake her head in dismay. It was times like these that she wished Gustavo was around, at least that way she'd have someone to have an actual conversation with.
As if Logan sensed her weariness, he tapped Kelly on the hand to ask. "How early do we have to get up tomorrow?"
"Six thirty. You'll take the rental to the BT Tower and do sound checks; a pole was taken and the winning song was Boyfriend, so you'll be singing that and surprising them with Superstar. From there you'll be going to the Doe staduim for sound checks, placements on the stage," And the others are now listening in on Kelly and Logan's conversation. "Run through... then the concert will begin."
"Can we sightsee afterwards?" Asks Carlos with a hopeful tone and pleading eyes.
"I don't think you'll have much time for that, Carlos. We're going to be in London for four days during this tour... maybe by the end of it we'll have a couple of free hours to do something, but your mornings are pretty booked. ...Sorry." She could only offer a shrug. "Tours take a lot of work... you didn't think that you'd just show up and sing did you?"
Honestly... They did. They could see it all too. House lights going up, the crowd roaring, they'd sing to their screaming fans until their adoring voices go immobile. Kelly watched as the four of them got engulfed in yet another fantasy, as when it came to their delusions the four existed in the same place of the same design. She could have let them stay like that the entire rest of the trip, but when they began leaning over the railing to do a little hand slapping, she had to snap them out of it.
"You guys..." She puts a bit more force behind it this time. "You guys!" That snapped them out of it, and while they straightened, Kelly went on to say. "It isn't gonna happen like that. You have to work twice as hard on this tour than the last; you're singing two unreleased songs from the third album, and you have to do a dance with a partner, which you'll have hours of rehearsal with that too."
That dampened their moods a bit more. Down-trotten, Carlos decided to get all the sights in that he could, during the ride to the hotel or around the area while they move from location to location. Whipping out his own digital camera, he snaps pictures of the area whenever the bus comes to a light. The mood wasn't dampened but it was definitely somber as the bus took them through the 10 Monmouth street London to the Covent Garden Hotel. Getting up from their seats, the boys, Kelly, and Freight Train make their way off the double-decker bus to ground level on the sidewalk. The four boys tilt their heads back with an impressed "Whoa" at the outward appearance of the place. Heading inside when the reflecting lights catch their attention from the door, they pass by their body guard who's holding the door open for them and Kelly.
"Oh-ho-ho!" Carlos bounced excitedly taking the place in.
The front foyer is gorgeous beyond compare. At the reception alone, there are large curtains and aged wood furnishings. Stone stairs lead up to the first-floor drawing room which has maple-wood panelling. Though the boy's can't see it, thanks to Logan's Googling the hotel, they know that there's a Tiffany's Library also located on the first floor, which has a fireplace and bar- which they will not be using for the fact that its a library alone... though Logan seemed somewhat intrigued. The hotel also has three private dining rooms, a private 47-seat screening room, and the Brasserie Max, with a pewter bar with an arched mirror. The bedrooms are elegant, with floral motifs, and they have bathrooms made of granite and mahogany. The hotel also has a gym and a spa. This place is top notch for sure considering its seen as the third best hotel in London.
Big Time Rushs', multitude of colors, gazes took in the entire room as they followed Kelly to the large wooden receptions counter. Even the light fixtures are beautiful. Antique in style with little lamp shades or glass boxes like old world lanterns, shining moody lighting all over the room. Honestly, it looks as if a fire has been lit, only thing missing would be their shadows dancing from the flickers.
"Four rooms, please. 2 standards and 2 suits." Kelly fished into her pocket for her purse for the Master card given to her by Gustavo from their boss Griffin.
She had no doubt that the band was going to be a hit, this tour wouldn't be going on otherwise, but hopefully they'll make enough through ticket sales to pay back Griffin, and have some nice paychecks coming in for themselves with all the hard work they're putting into this tour; its not just the men in suits who're making the money, it's the talent. Tickets sold out within the first ten minutes of going on sale here and in the states; they've got a few extra on them for some V.I.P. treatment with a fan or two, but that's it. If you wanna see the band now, well, you'd have to get on a plane and grab any left-overs from France or Japan's purchase and see them there.
The receptionist has a very large nose, and whispy hair growing at the sides of his head and around back, while the top is as bald as a mellon. He's also got on a grey suit with tails, and white gloves cover his hands. He's very rizty looking to just have a receptionist job. He looked the band and their guardians over and smiled. "Yes, of course. Are you with the entertainment circut?"
"We're Big Time Rush, you might have heard of us?" James, always proud of what he's accomplished, couldn't help but pipe up first to answer.
The receptionist only blinked.
"We're a band." Logan adds.
As if that struck a cord he nods his head. "Very good." Ringing a silver bell that sits atop the large counter, he returns his posture to very poised while waiting for the Bellboy to appear.
When a plucky youngman comes running in from the hall, he freezes to take in the band's huge bodyguard and shaking off his surprise, he then grabs a loading rack from a row off to the left of the entrance, to stick their luggage on. "Right this way, sirs and mum."
"I believe you'll be needing the keys, Reginald." Says the poised receptionist, holding 4 sets of keys out to him.
Blushing, the boy nods. "Right. Sorry guv'." Grabbing the keys, he then hurries away to the elevator. "Right this way." He sweeps his hand out once he's on the large elevator. "You'll like your room, mum. Its our attic suite... You'll be surprised how many celebrities stay up there. Do you happen to know the actress Meryl Streep?"
"Meryl Streep stayed at this hotel?" Carlos asked with impressed interest.
"Absolutely!" The Bellboy seemed even more enthused now that he's got their attention- or at least someones. "And that film Match Point back in '05, you'll see our lobby and restaurant."
"Cool!" Patting the youngman on the shoulder, Carlos says joyfully. "Now you can add Big Time Rush to the list of celebrities."
"Big Time Ru... my sister's got tickets to see you chaps tomorrow at the Tower. She's gonna be so jealous when I call 'ome and tell her I met you myself." He beamed at the idea of having one up on his sister. Must have a playful rivalry going on. Removing his hat, he exposed his highlighter blond hair before slipping it back on in the re-adjustment.
He spoke to Carlos for a while revealing that the director of Lord of the Rings stayed there, and even Stockard Channing and Kate Winslet. Even Courtney Love back in 2007. He'd never met the queen, but he's seen her during her ride through the city. He asked the group if they were going to be presented to her, but they were unsure. James was sure. He could 'feel it'.
The band is led down the hall to their rooms, the doors are unlocked by Reginald before the key is handed off. A house maid came through to open the curtains and turn down the beds for them. A court little woman who looked to be in her early 40's, her powder grey uniform bloated about her hips, sinched in by the little lap apron tied around her body. She smiled and was polite; told them they were a handsome lot, even went as far as to pinch Logan's cheeks! They removed their luggage from the carrying rack, and waited inside the room while Kelly and Freight Train were showed their rooms.
The four boys oggle the places high beamed ceilings, cute old style windows with lacey curtains, flower arrangements nicely flurished in two vases permiate a wonderful aroma into the air. If you had to be specific... its a grandma's house. Even the dark wooden walls of the hallway matched the rooms interiors. It has a small sitting room right when you walk through the door, to the left of that is the bathroom, and straight through the room is the very cozy bedroom with two beds, that have a comfortable blue and white floural pattern on the comforter. The floor is bare, exposing the polished wood throughout the place; but there is a white shag throw rug peeking out from beneath the bed.
Kendall wondered if he were the only one flashing back to the first time they had seen the Palm Woods apartment, where Lindsay Lohan projectile vomited some chocolate milk on the carpet. Yuck. Good thing the place was renovated to suit their needs, he didn't think they'd last this long had they had to remain in that gross- Fear Factor-esque apartment. Shaking the image away, he wanders into the bedroom to drop off his duffle.
Bay windows call his and Logan's attention, but not for long as the grunting sounds of Carlos and James fill the airspace. Turning, Kendall and Logan roll their eyes. They're supposed to be unpacking, winding down, having a meal, and then going to bed. They have to get up early, very early; this was no time for wrestling.
Deciding to be the bearer of bad news, Logan claps his hands together. "Shouldn't we be unpacking, so we can head down to dinner? Remember what Kelly said..."
"I call-..." Carlos' words are cut short by his escaping from a mock fatal headlock. "James as a roommate!"
Wide-eyed panic swept over Kendall, especially seeing James about to second Carlos's declaration. Thinking fast, he blurts out. "That is a bad idea, since we'll be at rehearsal for hours early in the morning... you two will be up all night rough housing and not get any sleep." Man, he's good at thinking on the fly. "Kelly will kill you if you're tired while we're performing, and that's only the PG rated version of what would happen if Gustavo found out about it." Ta-da!
With an approving smile on his face, Logan applauds with a hearty golf-clap to the speech. He couldn't have said it better himself.
Giving Logan an appreciative nod of thanks, he then continues by saying. "I'll sleep with James-" hearing how that came out he quickly threw in. "in here!" Better correcting himself he says it over more slowly. "I'll sleep in here with James..."
"I'm gonna get unpacked and wash up for dinner." Logan said that in such a way it made Carlos groan knowing that he was expected to do the same, and the hispanic male followed his friend into the hall.
Grinning, James gives Kendall his own applause.
In a very regal tone, so that it sounded as if there were an 'ah' before his words, he says. "Thank you."
Moving his duffle over to one of the beds, James comments thoughtfully. "Too bad, though. I would have liked to be up all night messing around." Grabbing a change of shirt, he strips his t-shirt off over his head.
Watching, Kendall cocked an appreciative brow. "Hey, we can be up all night, messing around too." A mischevious smile splays across his lips.
"Riiight." And James put on a mischevious smile of his own, while pulling Kendall into him by his lithe waist.
The secret lovers engage in a heated kiss; and damn if every time they touched didn't feel like the first time. All smoke, heat, and fire. For Kendall it was like a peek into the future while he ran his hands up James's bare, and impressively muscled arms before they settled over his shoulders. They melted in the embrace, and the kiss sent tingles down their spines; they were about out of breath when the heat began to aim for their groins... and that was when the bedroom door opened.
"You two ready to go?" Asks Logan, missing them leap apart as two naughty teenagers do whenever they're caught in a compromising position.
It was James's yelp that turned his head and attention into the bedroom. He couldn't help it, in the pull away Kendall nipped him on his bottom lip and the startle sort of turned it into an unintentional bite. He drew blood! "Kendall!" He griped, and swatted at his lover.
Ducking the attempted attack, Kendall pleads innocent, "I'm sorry." and he put his hands up in defense.
Seeing the swell on James's lip, Logan throws his hands up in exasperation. "Are you guys still at each other's throats?" He was genuinely concerned and annoyed at the idea of the two of them still mad at each other over something that happened weeks ago. "I thought you two were getting along now?"
"And we are," Kendall went along with the lie Logan unknowingly made up. "James said something stupid and I wasn't thinking, so I hit him." He shot James a look that asked for some back-up. "But I said, sorry... so, are we still good?"
Looking as though he'd given it some thought, and James really wanted an award for his performance of rolled eyes and a forgiving hand offered to pull Kendall into a manly hug, he replied. "Yeah, we're good."
"Great, cause I'm starved." Carlos peeked around the corner. He wasn't about to let the air remain uncomfortable. "Kelly and Freight Train are at the elevator, hurry up."
Logan hung back a moment, then followed Carlos out of the room.
"I really am sorry." Kendall whispered.
"Forget it, it could have easily been you." James whispered back, grabbing his button-down dress shirt from the bed to slip on.
That seemed to win some points with Kendall. "Really?"
"Yeah." Popping his secret lover on the shoulder, he walks out of the room buttoning down as he goes.
"Doors closing!" Carlos called from the elevator.
"Wait!" James hurried down the hall.
There's an incident avoided, hopefully there wouldn't be too many. Nothing bad could happen between now and bed, right.
...
"Good thing we've got their key," Says Carlos in a whisper, while holding James and Kendall's room key within eyeshot.
The guys always give each other their room keys when they stay in hotels; its for incase one pair wakes up before the other, they can just waltz into their room and be an active alarm clock for them. Its been working out great so far.
"I still think this is a bad idea; Kelly said go to bed."
"I know, you've been reminding me of that since you've found out." Slapping a hand down on Logan's shoulder, he offers him a pair of dewy eyes to make him see reason. "But remember what we talked about back in L.A.-"
"No."
As if Logan hadn't cut him off, Carlos continues saying. "About you taking risk?"
"We're sneaking out, in the middle of the night, through a city we're unfamiliar with... that's not a risk- that's suicide!" He hissed loudly.
Logan doesn't wanna wake the other residents. At least Kelly and Freight Train have suites in the attic; and unless she's fine-tuned to them like a mother would be, there's no chance of her finding out that BTR is about to be M.I.A. The key presses into the lock of the door, turning over the deadbolt. The two step inside a bit surprised to see that the living room is unoccupied, they thought the two would be just as restless as they were sitting around in their room, waiting for sleep to take over them.
Carlos turned on the light switch, calling out. "Wakey, wakey!" Crossing the room, he grabs the door knob.
Kendall, who'd been hiding beneath his pillow actually sleeping, opens his eyes and groans. "James, go see what Carlos wants." He mumbled to the male, who's between the two beds doing push-ups. Kendall showered and brushed and planned on doing a little something or the other with James, but the pretty boy of the band turned out to be a bit of a work-out enthusiast, and was double-digits deep in sit-ups by the time he'd returned to the bedroom; Kendall was never privy to this activity in L.A. because he was usually the second person in their shared room to conk out, Logan being the first, after himself he assumed it was James, and then that burst of energy that calls himself Carlos. He'd assumed. Jet-lag was a real bitch when you've been on a fourteen hour flight. He could go hours awake when it came to dates out on the colorful blanket in the Palm Woods park, or being out somewhere. But normally, he needed sleep.
"43." Getting up from the floor, James walked over to the door, just missing getting the knob slammed into his fingers from Carlos pushing it open. "Hey, what's up?" Greets the room owner without an ounce of tired in his tone.
Holding onto a fake monicle, Carlos says in the natives' accent. "Only a little something we British folk like to call, a funfair."
"Funfair, what funfair?" James flips on the lights, glancing over his shoulder when hearing another groan from Kendall. He'd be alright.
"Logan was checking out things we can do while in England- you know, when we have a break- and he came across this funfair that's like..." And he rushes to the window, hands moving with his words to point outward. "right up the street!"
"Its four blocks away, we'd have to take a cab." Logan corrects.
Either not hearing Logan or choosing to ignore him, Carlos goes on to say. "Look, you can even see the ferris wheel from here. See... its that big cluster of lights out there."
The meaning behind Carlos' words caught up to James right then and grinning slyly, he says. "Ohhh, we're sneaking out for some night activity." He nodded at the idea. It was better than going to bed. They wanna say that they did something in England, right?
"Come on, Kendall... what d'ya say?" Carlos pounced on the blond's bed, bouncing up and down while straddled on top of him. Peeking beneath the pillow covering his head, he pleaded. "Come ooon. None us will go unless you do..."
Rolling his eyes, he shoves up from the bed, knocking Carlos off of him. "Alright, I'm in. I won't be able to get any sleep anyway if I say no." He shrugs. Getting out of bed, he moves to his duffle to grab something to wear.
Carlos and James shake each other by the shoulders with mad-glee streaming through them. They couldn't believe they were really sneaking out for a night of fun and junk food!
"But we have to hurry so we can at least get back in time to have four hours of sleep." Logan reprimanded. And he sort of chastized himself for sounding like the resident Den-mother of the group.
"We'll be back before we're missed." Declared James with a casual shrug of his hands.
...
Kelly checked the schedule, answered text that were sent to her, and found herself with enough free time to do some gift bagging. Their sales representative phoned about signing some things for a gifts bag table, that way adoring fans can purchase a little something extra during signings. Fans love exclusive. Kelly wondered if the boys would even be awake right now, but then she realized that its only been 42 minutes since dinner, and they are Big Time Rush- which means last time she's checked, they're overly energetic and definitely still awake. At least awake enough to make some legible scribbles across a photo or two. Gathering a stack, one for each room, Kelly gets up from the long floral printed couch and totters off to the elevator.
She can actually hear Freight Train buzz-sawing in his room from the hall! At least they have separate suites. Stepping into the elevator, she presses the button for the 3rd floor and waits out the ride wondering if there's a decent pen in either of the band members' rooms. She's got a couple Sharpies with her, but some photos would need a pen with silver ink to stand out against the black photo. Stepping off the elevator she walks down the long, lovely hall. Her boots thudding against the dark blue runner that runs straight to the other end of the hall, the tip clicked when coming in contact with the bare wooden floor. Knocking hard enough to be heard by the occupants inside but softly enough so that the other residents in the hall aren't disturbed, Kelly calls through the door.
"Guys, are you awake?" Tilting her head to the door, she then cups her mouth with one hand to call again. "Logan, Carlos... Can you hear me?" Trying the knob, she's a bit surprised that its unlocked, but if the guys are together, she supposed it would be. Maybe they can't hear her because they're engaged in some handhelds or something in the bedroom.
But upon inspection she finds that Logan and Carlos's room is empty. Going down the hall to a door to James and Kendall's she gives the knob a tug finding that its unlocked as well. Relieved, because she was definitely beginning to worry once finding Carlos and Logan's room empty, Kelly waltzed through the quaint living room and into the bedroom to find that it was empty as well. ...They could be down in the restaurant? But her panicked pulse knew otherwise.
And to herself she mumbled. "Oh-no..." The stack of photos fall from her grip as she dashed out of the room to retrieve her cellphone. "Oh-no..."
...
BTR hooted and hollared out the windows of the black British cab, letting their excitement for night-life win out over putting on appearances of being civilized tourist. How could they not be excited! Unsupervized, unhindered, unattached, and ready to take that funfair by storm. The cab driver smiled through the rearview mirror at them; he's seen it all when it came to Americans- any tourist really, these rowdy teens were no different. He almost wished his son would let loose like that when he suggest the family visit the fair. Some teenagers were a little too withheld- especially around their parents.
"We're 'ere Guv'ners. Shall I be back for you soon?"
"That would be great, my good man." And Kendall hands the cabbie the fair for the ride, and... a little extra something for himself. A dollar- but with a wink and a gun! It wasn't just a dollar... noooo, that would be rude. "Meet us back here in about..." And he looks to the others and with an asking tone behind his request he says. "Hour and a half?"
"Better make it two..." Suggets Carlos, who then explained. "The lines could be long."
"Right. Three hours should do us just fine." Kendall passes along the information to the driver.
The man tipped his hat in show that it was a deal made, before he started the car and left to find other padestrians in need of service.
"Three hours?" And this was Logan. "What happened to making it back in time to get some sleep? By the time three hours is up" And though he sees that the rest of the band has crossed their arms, and are looking very bored with Logan's nerves getting in the way of having a good time, but he continued speaking. "it'll be," Glancing at his watch. "three in the morning!" His posture slumped at the thought of sleeping for what? 2 hours! Because the ride back would take up some time as well.
"Uh-oh guys," Carlos draped an arm around his best friend's shoulder. "it sounds to me like Logan is dying of rules and regulations and is in need of a sugar-high- STAT!"
"To the cotton candy!" Declared James in a high-and-mighty tone, mock surgical finger in the air.
Pushing Logan along, Carlos woot woots! the prospects of sweet sweet spun sugar. "You know they call it Candy Floss here."
"It could be a caccoon for all I care," Carlos interrupts. "we're eating it!"
5 Candy Flosses, and four Coca Colas later, Big Time Rush has gotten into the full swing of a good mood. They lined up for the merry-go-round which in England they call it a Roundabout or a Galloper. Carlos waved to a very lovely British girl with hair as blond as a strand of spaghetti. Maybe once they got off he could get her number? But she'd disppeared in the fray of people. Darn. Waiting in line for a good seven minutes, they then climb on board the Spider's Legs, which seats you on the toe of these long stems that wriggle up and down like a spider's legs, and extend straight out, before spinning you in overdrive. Its insanely fun! And the boys screamed their heads off while whipping around in a circle.
Next up was the Dragon's Path, which is a meduim sized roller coaster which takes you in a circle before spinning you in a spiral; the point was that it be a dragon's flight path. And up they went, and down they went, it was like racing on along a line of hills, before you would come to the point where you'd trip, and spin along in the tumbling spiral. Full of sweet and soda they took a moment to empty their roiling nausea into a patch of bushes before throwing their hands into the air and cheering for more.
BTR applauded each other as they tossed balls at stacked bottles, or shot water into a clowns mouth to pop the growing balloon on his head. Ring toss won Logan a large stuffed Bumble Bee from Transformers! And James had to try out the strong man. He got the ball to run just a quarter of the way away from the bell, but on the second try he was able to make the bell sound. Popcorn, the scent was like a belly dancer the way if wafted through the air and into their nostrils, guiding them with its sensual cabaret shimmy, and belly rolls. Locating the snack stand, the four partook of sticky carmel, butter, sweet kettle corn, and fruit candy flavored popcorn all blended together in an oversized bag of air-popped crunchy goodness.
"There's the ferris wheel!" Kendall points out.
Tilting their heads back three of the four members check out the huge glowing wheels, taking fair-goers up and around, giving them a spectacular view of the fair, and the night beauty of England before they came back down towards the ground.
Noticing that he's missing his sitting partner, James turns around and around looking for-.. "Carlos! Where'd you go?" He asks the approaching male, having his question answered just by seeing the elated look on the male's food-bloated face, and about five corn dogs in his hands. "Where'd you find the dogs?" He asks reaching for one only to have it pulled back, and away from him.
"There's a stand that sells them, and look.." Sticking the two corn dogs in his right hand into his left hand, he fishes in his pocket. "That cute girl from the merry-go-round works at the stand! She was on her break and spotted us going by, can you believe she sells corn dogs?"
"Nevermind that, you got her number! She wants you to call her buddy!" James jumped up and down as excited for Carlos as he would be himself.
Realization hit Carlos, and excitement widened his eyes before he leaped up and down as well. "I can't believe it! ...I haven't been this happy since I met Sasha."
"But wasn't Sasha pretending to like all those things?" Asked Kendall, while studying the foreign weinner inside the fried breading. It looked like a bratwurst. Huh. So they really do have corn dogs in England.
"Well, yeah. But this time everything I liked about her is true." He looks over his shoulder to the stand where he'd just come from to wave at the girl. Who was watching him and waved back with a very sweet smile.
Looking, the others smile as well. "New girl," they say in unison. "NIIICE."
"Next!" Called the worker.
"That's us." Kendall slides into the empty seat. Logan sits next to him.
"Good thing you can bring stuff on this ride." Carlos climbs onto the seat. James beside him. "Here buddy," He hands him a steaming dog. "Its got brat-sausage in it."
"Thanks." Chomping into the dog, he savors it about as much as Carlos would- well, maybe not Carlos- but as much as a real corn dog fan would.
The ride was three cycles around and it was amazing, but the pauses made to let people off were truly the real reason for the ride. From the top they could see Big Ben, they could see a large dome off to the distance, boats riding through the cannal. Cars lights were more appealing from the distance, they almost resembled twinkling Christmas lights- especially when the turn blinkers came on.
"Man..." Kendall's camera was moving from left to right, he even shot the sky for a moment. "Katie, you've gotta be here." Turning the camera on him; Logan makes bunny ears over his head in the background. "next time we go on tour, you and Mom should come with us."
"Aaaw." Logan wrapped his arms around the male, giving him sympathy pats for his semi-homesickness.
Snickering, Kendall lays his head on Logan's pretending to cry. "Boo hoo hoo hoo."
The wheel moved them down from their view replacing Carlos and James in their spot.
"You should invite that girl to come to our concert," Says James taking in the view. "she'd probably really get a kick out of it."
"Yeah! I've got a couple of spare tickets." Biting into his dog, he chews the juicy meat and crisp dough with a smile on his face. "Her name's Marine Chisholm."
"Cute. We should double date."
"Oh, you met somebody too?" Carlos asks.
Realizing what he'd said, James back tracks. "I meant if I can find someone to ask out." He barked a dry laugh out. "Its not as if I'm secretly seeing anyone right now." Coughing, he then points outward. "Check out the boats... it'd be sick to have a chase scene on one of those- like in all the James Bond movies."
Nodding, Carlos adds, easily distracted. "Or a ride through town at warp speed in a really sick convertable." Carlos was in fantasy mode, missing when James swiped the side of his hand across his forehead.
The rest of their funfair was spent going to the booths over to win prizes for Katie and Ms. Knight; they stopped into a photobooth and took a bunch of pictures making monkey faces, strangle holding each other, frightened, and one with a simple smile. They actually wondered how it took as long as it did when the first three fans came up to them asking for an autograph and picture, which they gladly cooperated in, but when the small groups turned into a near mob-scene they had to take their leave promising this and that before they could hurry away to the parking lot where their cab driver was thankfully waiting for them like he said he'd be.
Piling in and buckling up as quickly as they could, the man's eyes grew fearsome when spotting the herd; and the band shouted. "Drive!"
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"Uuugh!" Kendall sagged into the mattress. He felt like a ton of bricks with another ton seated on top of him. "I'm gonna sleep like the dead." He slurred into his pillow.
"Ditto." Replied James equally as tired.
"Goodnight." They mutter in drowsy sync with each other; heavy lids good and plastered shut.
They voiced their comfort with an absent 'aaahhhh' before the door swung open and a loud, VERY loud, bull horn went off scaring them clean to the ceiling and down onto the floor.
Kelly looked mad, the kind of mad one would look when finding two empty rooms and instead of calling them and chewing them out, decided to get even with them by ruining their sleep and announcing like a drill sergeant. "Time for rehearsals! Let's move! You've got three minutes to dress and be in the lobby!" She actually had a whistle! And she blew it while following after James and Kendall, who were ushered into the bathroom to do what little they could in that short amount of time. Which was relieve theirselves, and pop a mint they had in their pockets from the clothing they wore... well, that they're still wearing, from their all night out at the fair. By the time they hit the hall, Carlos and Logan came staggering from their room as well.
"And you said this was a good idea." Mutters Logan climbing into the elevator.
"I don't hear you working on your vocals..." Demanded Kelly, quite pleased with her revenge tactics. Let this be the last time they don't take her seriously because Gustavo's not around.
"Uh uh oh ohhhh..." They harmonized in droswy pitch.
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