Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

I Can't Get No Satisfaction

"And you know what else about him that I can't stand? He is so conceited and he makes it so that the whole world revolves around him! Jackass," Kendall said angrily and took another sip of tea as Camille sighed. But at the moment, she couldn't give any reason for Kendall not to be angry. The blond didn't wind up taking the bus like he said he would, instead just running off with one of James' various cars. And as soon as he pulled out of the steel gates, paparazzi was there and swarming the car trying to take photographs and shouting out his name. And he couldn't even work at the coffee shop because Carlos was there and watching him like a hawk. Any time Kendall ran out of something to eat or drink, Carlos would run up and get it for him. That and the paparazzi followed the blond all the way down to the shop and were lingering by the window.

So the only thing he could do was just vent about James. At least it was something.

"Come on Kendall. He can't be that bad," the girl said with a smile and Kendall groaned.

"Camille, do you know what he told me this morning? He basically described exactly how things were going to work in his house," Kendall said, scowling at the little fantasy. . .

"Hello my darling and jackass of a husband who won't let me work because he thinks I am too feeble," Kendall came running in, apron and nothing else on and up to the singer who had two girls already on his arm.

"Oh, I'm fine my darling husband who I expect to cook, clean and be my sex toy. Here, take this bag of money and put it in my son and not daughter's room," the singer said with a dazzling smile, handing Kendall the sack of money and slapping him on the ass to shoo him away. In stepped an obnoxiously dressed boy, two cheerleaders on his arms.

"Hi dad!"

"There's my boy who I spoil and can't do anything on his own! Where are you going?"

"I'm going to have sex with these two girls. Maybe find another girl and have sex with her too. In fact, can I have those two girls on your arm?"

"Sure!" James said happily and the women moved to grope all over the teenage boy, "but remember what I told you."

"Make sure to not wear a condom?"

"No, your father will kill me if I said that!"

"Oh! I know! Just make sure that I don't get pregnant!"

"Exactly!"

"Okay dad! See you tomorrow morning!" the son chirped and left the room as Kendall came walking in.

"Okay my husband who I am to worship and basically be a slave to, I fixed your nice dinner and then afterwords we can fuck like little bunnies!"

"Can my Hollywood friends join in?"

"Sure! The more the sluttier!"

. . . "Kendall, I don't think that's how it's going to be like," Camille said with a raised eyebrow and Kendall crossed his arms.

"Yes it will! Because he's a jackass!" the blond shouted and then looked down at his stomach, "and you are not turning into a slut. I won't allow it!"

Camille smiled and then placed her hand on her now obvious stomach. She would have figured that at 18 weeks, Carlos would have caught on and made sure that she wasn't doing anything strenuous. To that statement, she rolled her eyes.

"Look at the bright side. You're almost in the second trimester and you still look good. Unlike me," she pointed to the round stomach and Kendall smirked. "When is your baby due?"