James Maslow Imagines (Clean Version)

Clues

It had all started with a simple note.

Tied to Fox's collar, your curiosity arose, dominating the fury that once possessed you as you slammed the door to your house shut. He wasn't supposed to be here. With James at rehearsal and your next date not planned until the next day, an eyebrow rose as you bent down, your hand running through the dog's soft fur.

"What's this?" Taking the small paper in your hand, you slowly unrolled it to reveal its contents, a smile spreading across your lips as you looked up for any sign of the man.

You're stressed. Or at least it sounded that way when we talked a few hours ago so I decided you needed a little fun tonight. Go find something sweet to get your next clue.

Letting a small laugh consume you, you rose, the bag you once held dropping onto the wooden floor as you made the small trek to the kitchen. You don't know why he did this. After every interview you had watched of your boyfriend, never was he this active. Shaking your head, you eyed the red velvet cupcakes you had brought for tomorrow only to find a note and one of the half dozen missing.

Were these for me? You know me too well. I hope you don't mind that I took one. To find your next clue, I'll leave you a simple question. What did I give you for our first date?

Was he intentionally trying to play upon old memories? Shaking your head, you paused in your little game, flashbacks of the time you two spent together filling your thoughts as you leaned against the granite counter. It had been a year since you got together. A year since you found the one person who cared for you unlike boyfriends of the past.

Meeting James had been pure luck. Having been a newly recruited photographer for J-14, it was a surprise that such a low level employee would have the chance to be the primary photographer for a group as well known as Big Time Rush. What was more surprising though was the paper James slipped in your hand before he left the studio, missing the way your eyes widened in shock at the ten digit number displayed against its white surface.

Finally setting into motion once more, your thoughts traveled as your feet carried you across the layout of your apartment, the bathroom light on as you ventured deeper into its confined walls. Pulling softly at the jewelry box that rested in the corner, a note lay on its side as you pulled it to your sight, the smile growing on your lips as the game progressed and your anger seemed to disappear.

I still remember when I put it on your neck for the first time. I was terrified that you wouldn't like it. But I guess I was wrong as I see you wear it every day. Even now I bet its around your neck. Yet I knew you would come here to find this so my next and final clue is this:

This shared item is split into two. One side for me. One side for you. But the nights I'm here, I pull you close where you should be. In my arms.

So he was a master at poetry now? Or at least getting better. Placing the hint on top of the other two you had recently found, you walked quietly to the door next to yours, its hinges creaking as you peered into the dark surroundings only for your hand to be caught and your body to be thrown onto the bed.

"You win." Letting out a laugh, your hands blindly reached for his brown hair before wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his. With one hand resting by your head and the other holding your hip, your smile transformed into a grin as you broke apart, searching for those hazel eyes that always left you speechless. But it was a waste as the room remained pitch black, the small light coming from the hallway highlighting all the wrong places.

But you didn't need the light. All his features were already memorized.

"Where's my reward?" Leaning up to place your lips back on his own, you were suprised as a cold metal filled your senses, touching your cheek lightly as a hand slowly unraveled around your grasp on him to touch its form.

"James, this is...."

"A key. I know. I don't want to wake up alone, knowing you're feeling the same way across town. I want you to move in with me."

It wasn't a marriage proposal but it still was something that left your heart fluttering as you fingered the metal ridges, tears welling in your eyes as you were left speechless. The silence that closed between you both rang with worried anticipation as you nodded, realizing that the action was probably left unseen until your shaky voice filled the air once more.

"Of course I will James."

"I was hoping you would say that." Getting up, a sharp chill rang throughout your body as the warmth disappeared, your eyes watching his shadowed form as he walked quickly towards the door. But it was all disturbed as the blinding light overwhelmed you, your eyes squinting for a brief moment before returning their gaze onto his for the first real time that night. With a smirk on his face, a blush formed across your cheeks as he gestured towards the room, boxes lining the walls as your belongings that once dominated the room were gone.

"I've already starting packing." Rolling your eyes, your closed the gap between you two once more as your arms wound around his waist, his own immediately copying the action as your breath hit the fabric of his tank top. Resting your chin against his chest, your soft smile matched his as his lips descended, meeting yours for a simple kiss.

"I guess we better get started."