Band Member Oneshots

Had It Been Another Day

After discovering some life-changing news, you drive off to the studio, where James is currently filming Big Time Rush. However, he doesn't take the news as well as you thought he would.

This wasn't supposed to end this way.

Standing next to his beloved red Ducati in the studio parking lot, wearing the usual motorcycling attire, his red and black leather jacket that is and a sweater underneath, James should have been happy and excited to be able to ride today. However, that was a far stretch from reality. Judging by the posture of his body, left arm behind his hip, the other one in normal place with a fingers half open and his facial expression, lips shut tight, eyebrows low and eyes staring out into nowhere, into oblivion, there had to be something wrong. There had to be something driving him mentally insane.

Nobody could tell why. He refused to speak, to give any details. The situation was only between two people.

Hiding behind the thick cement walls of the studio was you, in his dressing room, swimming in complete darkness. From the colour of the colour of the couch, to the TV hung up on the wall, to the state you were in. Sitting on the on the black leather sofa with your legs folded, your knees buried deep into your chest, with shaking unlimited, your body going back and forth, your eyes bloodshot red, and tears falling down your body as your brain replayed over and over again the scene that happened a few moments ago.

How did you end up like this? Who did this to you? Was it him, was it you? Questions may be asked but answers were never given away.

Had it been another day, another place maybe, this would have never happened or it wouldn't have been as bad, as violent, as tormenting. It was a mistake from your part, using the wrong timing and the wrong subject. Shaking once again, your brain replays the same scene for the countless time, a scenario that nobody should ever face.

Excitement and nervousness if flowing through body as well as questioning galore. "Am I really doing the right thing, surprising him with such big news while he's on set filming?", "Will he be upset? " Will be he happy?" "What's he going to think of me when I tell him?" "Will he want it as much as I want it?"

"Guys, it's unch break! I'll see you in an hour! I have things to do!"

That was it. That familiar voice and those familiar footsteps, that both belong to James. Both actions interrupt and completely stop your overthinking, instead translating to just excitement and nervousness, like before. The louder the footsteps are, the closer he is to this dressing room, bringing your heart to a loud and irregular thumping.

12:05 PM, right on cue.

Pushing open the door, James lets out a sigh of relief, being happy with the small break they had after those long grueling hours of filming. Yet, when he unlocks the door, he lifts up his head from the lock and his eyes widen in shock and his body remains frozen as he sees you standing there, in the middle of the room, being yourself.

"Baby girl, what are you doing here? I thought you had something with the girls" He asks in a high intonation, as a response to his sudden shock

"I just wanted to see my boyfriend. And, I have something important to tell you" you speak then giggling at the excitement of being here alone with him.

He doesn't seem to have picked up on your words, instead closing the small space in between the two of you in a few strides, by wrapping his arms around you, keeping you close to him, never wanting to let you go as he kisses you like your life depends on it. Only when he stops kissing you does his curiosity gets the best of him.