I did it 4 Him

Chapter 1

*Dilan's POV*

"Dogs!", Gustavo screamed as I finished putting my luggage on the bus. Our pet rescue club was heading to Virgina to volenteer for shelters there. Yes, I know, it is a long way from California, but the boys thought of it, so we got Griffin to help pay. But, we still each have to pay him back six hundred dollars for food, hotels, and busing. 

"What?", I heard Logan yell," but, all of my calculations are right on!" Gustavo shook his head. 

"Nope, it says here on this official looking paper, that Kendall has only paid fifty dollars", he said pointing at the paper. Kendall's mouth dropped. 

"Does that mean I can't go?", he asked taking off his shade to show is eyes a bright green glare. Gustavo nodded. 

"Unless you can find someone to donate the rest of the money", he said as the rest of the guys jaws dropped. 

"Who would have the money, and give it to him?", Carlos asked starting to scan the list. Kendall slapped his shoulder. 

"Hey don't be........", he said stopping at the only name on the list who had more then enough money,"Dilan."

All of their heads shot at me. Kendall blushed and shook his head. 

"No, I can't ask that of her, it's just too much", he said shaking his head vigorously. He has always had a little thing for me. I blushed, letting a small smile come on my face. I waved as he gave a quick glance at me. Gustavo rushed over to me, we'll the best he could since he was so fat. 

"Dilan, Kendall is going to use your extra money for his trip got that?", he said with a commanding voice. He was ordering me around? I am not one of his 'dogs' I shook my head as his face turned a brilliant, bright red. 

"First, I have a choice for him to use it or not. Two, you can not and will not boss me around like that. And three, if Kendall wants to man up and ask me himself I might change my mind", I said crossing my arms. Gustavo let out a loud huff, and stormed back off to the group of boys. I saw James checking him pants, just because I told Gustavo off? EW! My friends gathered around me freaking out about what I just said. 

"Dude! No one and I mean NO ONE, talks to him like that!", my best friend Alex said. 

"Yeah, why would you do that? He can end your singing career here and now", Zeya said letting her temper take over. 

"Because, I want Kendall to actually talk to me! If he wants something from me, he needs to ask or tell me himself!", I said as a large group of boys pushed my friends out of the way, pushing Kendall into my face. His eyes had turned back to their normal emerald yet, they were filled with fear. He rubbed the back of his neck. 

"Uh, hey Dilan, what's up?", he asked avoiding eyes contact. 

"Kendall, I told you to call me Dy. Why won't you do that for me?", I asked twisting a couple strands of hair around my finger. 

"Okay, um, Dy. I was wondering, well.... Loganhadwrongcalculationsand Ican'tgounlessipay thefivehundredandfiftydollarsistillowe. So do you mind me use you leftover money you raised to pay for my trip?", he asked in a quick soft voice. 

"Of course, why wouldn't I want toy to go?", I asked as his face lit up,"but, you have to sit with me on the bus where ever we go" He nodded, wrapping me in a hug. I gave a nod to Gustavo as the rest of BTR tackled Kendall and I in thanks.

After about three minuets of all the guys on me, they eventually got off, but Kendall stayed. 

"I forgot to say, I was sort of already planning on sitting next to you on the bus Dy" I felt my ears go pink as he wrapped me into another hug. I just figured, Kendall and I hug a lot. Everyone around us awed as I stepped away quickly. I hate being the center of attention, especially if it has something to do with the kind hearted blond from Big Time Rush.

At about six thirty, we were all on the coach bus, with bags packed and friends at our sides. Kendall ans I were third from the back row, behind the driver. Behind us were James and Carlos. Across from them were Zeya and Bridget, and across from us were Logan and Alex. And, of course, they already had their math books out, starting homework for next year, good thing they have each other for their little study group. Since, I know that the rest of us would rather be tanning by the pool.

Anyway, I was at the window, with Kendall in the isle. I was tired, yes it was only six thirty, but I had all the stress of BTR helping me pack. Ugh, remind me never to let that happen again. Shorts, tanks, bikini, more shorts, more tanks, and a pair of tennis shoes. But, what really creeped me out the most, I saw Kendall sneek in a dress and a pair of wedges. Why would he do that? Thankfully, I was wearing my customized high tops, so I didn't forget those.

I looked over at Kendall with suspicion about what he was up to. But, I put that to the back of my mind as I saw his emerald eyes dart between the many conversations of our six friends around us.

God, Kendall Knight, the boy from across the hallway, always getting onto trouble at the Palm Woods. His eyes complemented his blond-brownish hair that was always covering one of his eyes slightly. Athletic, his body, how he walks, talks, and thinks. He is and always will be, a true hockey head. Yet, he has a personal side, he actually cares when you talk to him. He is always there to give you a hug, and will kick the living daylight's out of someone if they are trying to hurt one of his friends. One time, Hawk wanted me to become a singer for his company, thinking that I was a slut, he started touching me in really, really wrong places. At the time I was only seventeen. Kendall was there in seconds with my three year contract at Rocque records. He is stubborn though, and he likes to speak his mind. That's good, but just not if something serious happens if you know what I mean.

By the time a lot of people were asleep, it was about ten thirty. Kendall and I were listening to his BTR songs on my ipod, writing notes back and forth, since we are really bad at whispering. I was really tired now. I gave him a nudge as he turned the music and the little book light we were using to read the notes off. Such a good friend. He kissed my cheek as always. He figured out that only doing that and music really calms me down. So if the kiss doesnt work, he gets romantic. He climbs into my bed, puts me in his arms and sings me to sleep. Yeah, I know its a little funny, but I think it's sweet. Yet, he says he HAS to it every night or his life won't be being lived to its full potential.

I nodded, saying thanks as my eyes began to droop. Eventually I felt my head tip onto Kendall's shoulder, and I was passed out instantly.