Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Kendall bobbed his knee up and down, sitting in the plush leather interior of James' limo. The singer slipped inside the vehicle a couple of minutes later and Sebastian climbed into the driver's seat. Kendall bit his lip, this party was supposed to be the even to put everything out into the open. Or in other words, the moment where Kendall loses his normal life and gets thrust into the glitzy Hollywood life.

Which Kendall believed was completely fake.

He hated how he needed to coo over James, he hated that he couldn't meet any other cute people at the party because he was 'engaged', he hated how he couldn't just go 'fuck this' and fill the night with booze and drinks since that would hurt the baby. Plus, he didn't want a repeat of the Casablanca. The last thing he needed was to find out he was knocked up with another kid. James didn't say anything as the limo's engine revved up and the shiny black vehicle began to make its way off of the estate. The brunette removed his sunglasses and stared at the blond for a couple of seconds and Kendall raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you have sunglasses when it's 7 at night?"

"Because they're Sun Hill glasses and if we're wearing them, we could get some endorsement from the company."

". . .We?"

James tossed a pair of black shades at Kendall, placing the white ones back on his nose and Kendall frowned. "I'm not wearing these. It's stupid."

"Well guess what? It's another thing that makes us look good. So you're wearing it," James said with an equal frown and Kendall scoffed, tossing the glasses on the floor of the limo. They both sat in silence, staring at each other with steely eyes and Kendall pressed a button that rolled down the window and saw the back of Sebastian's head.

"How much longer til we get to the party?"

"Maybe another half hour. Traffic, you know?"

Kendall groaned and slouched in his seat and James leaned on the armrest, watching the blond. He had to lend Kendall his clothes for the night seeing as though the fake fiance had the most hideous wardrobe James ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon. But as Kendall pouted, the dark jacket that hung slightly loose off his body and the crisp white shirt underneath that was being wrinkled by the blond's movements and the black slacks that hung off of Kendall's hips so low made James only think of one thing.

Kendall was actually pretty hot. He cleans up nice.

"I think we should make sure we have our story set so we don't get tripped up by any questions," James replied, snuggling deeper into the leather seat. "We met at a park, been dating for a couple weeks and I realized you were the love of my life. We have a lot of things in common and I proposed to you in your coffee shop and we decided to get started on a family early."

". . .Sebastian? Does that sound like bullshit?" Kendall asked

"Slightly," the butler replied and Kendall sighed a breath.

"Thank goodness, I thought I was the only one," he said dryly and James frowned.

"Who cares if you think it's crap. They believe it and it's the story we're going to be telling them."

". . .What about if they asked you what was my reaction?"

James paused, tanned and manicured fingertips drumming the armrest. ". . .Um-"

"Or about any dates we've been on?"

"Well-"

"You don't even know what's my birthday or what's my favorite color or what I even like to listen to. We can't pull this off.