Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

Oh! Darling

Kendall Knight groaned as he turned over to block the sun from shining in his eyes. Then he felt around where he was supposed to feel the soft sheets of his bed. Instead, he felt the roughness of the leather seats of his car. It took a while for his mind to process that he fell asleep in his car.

It took his mind another minute to realize that he was naked in his car, his body feeling sticky and sore.

Kendall jolted up where he sat and groaned in pain at his head and his side and tumbled onto the car floor. He couldn't feel his legs at all, everything below his stomach felt absolutely numb. Kendall tried to pull himself up back onto the seat, hands fumbling with the two seats in front of him to regain balance and he leaned back into the seat, trying to find his underwear and trying to rack his brain on just what happened last night.

All he remembered was that he was drinking in the Casablanca, trying to drown his sorrows about Jo and then. . .that was when his mind went fuzzy. He remembered someone with brown hair, that much was for sure. And them moaning out 'oh yeahs' every so often. Kendall's eyes widened and then he rested his head on the back of the seat. Everything clicked, the waking up naked in the backseat of a car and only remembering someone moaning 'oh yeah' in his ear.

He had sex with a brunette. And she must have ditched him.

Now Kendall felt even more of the loser than he did before he stepped inside the Casablanca. He held his head, the hangover beginning to settle in and he groaned. This was not the thing he needed this early in the morning. He fumbled inside his pants pocket and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open swiftly and checking for any messages. None, Carlos must have didn't notice if he came back home. He sighed, throwing on his pants and shirt and climbing into the driver's seat, groaning at his aching body. The sex must have been one wild night, but why was he the one feeling sore? He shook his head, turning the key and the car roaring to life, pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards the flat that he shared with his friend.

If Kendall felt sore just from moving around in the car, he felt sore walking up the flights of stairs to the flat that he lived in. He felt absolutely miserable and the only thing that he wanted to do was just lie down and possibly throw up the alcohol that was bubbling in his stomach. He clicked open his apartment door with a sleepy flick of the wrist and stepped inside, the Latino bouncing over and throwing his arms around the blond.

"Kendall! I was so worried about you! Where were you!. . .You smell awful,"

"Carlos, you're talking too loud," Kendall groaned out and Carlos covered his lips, seeing the blond's distraught face. He led him into the bedroom and Kendall flopped onto the bed, groaning.

"You didn't spend all night drinking, did you?"

"Maybe,"

"Kendall, you promised you'd stop that,"

"Well I fell off the bandwagon. Sorry," Kendall mumbled through the pillow and Carlos sighed. He didn't expect the blond to turn to drinking this fast after the break-up. Honestly, he was hoping at least a couple of weeks would have passed until he picked up a bottle again. The Latino sighed once more before stepping into the living room and falling onto the couch, leaving his roommate to his privacy. He clicked on the stereo and closed his eyes as the radio jockey announced the next song on the playlist, 'Oh Yeah' by James Diamond and Carlos smiled. He adored James, more than any person that he knew. He was James' number one fan and any person that said other wise he would fight.

Literally. He would talk and shout and rave until his face was blue on how he was the number one fan. And no one challenged him yet.

He clicked his feet together as he listened to the voice from the speakers and smiled to himself, humming along to the melody until he heard Kendall burst through the door, holding his head from moving too fast.