Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

Please Please Me

James shifted and turned in his large bed, grumbling and rolling around in the soft sheets. He hadn't had a good night sleep ever since Kendall decided to embarrass him in front of Dak and Carlos. It sucked and he didn't know what the hell he was doing wrong. Every time he tried to be nice, Kendall would just get annoyed with him. The brunette meant it as an complement that Kendall wasn't getting that fat. The brunette was just trying to make small talk. But no, Kendall always shot James' attempts to be an actual loving couple. And it just annoyed the hell out of James.

He heard the phone ringing and groaned, rolling around and untangling himself before yanking the phone off the receiver and clicking it on.

"Hello?" the singer said groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"DOG!" James heard his angry producer scream out on the other side and he groaned, rubbing his forehead, "You need to get your butt down to the studio so we can record! TODAY!"

"You know, I'd love too but Kendall's feeling bad. In fact, he just ran out to go throw up."

"Ha! Nice try! Your fiance called me yesterday and told me that you've been lying to get out of work. Well guess what? YOU'RE GETTING 8 STRAIGHT HOURS OF HARMONIES AND NO BREAKS!" his producer screamed and James rolled his eyes, hanging up the phone and shifting in bed so he was sitting up. That bitch, why the hell did he tell on him? He groaned, hearing the sound of the blender going again and threw the blanket off and slipped on his slippers. James walked down the hallway and headed towards the kitchen, seeing the blond pouring the smoothie mixture into the cup. Kendall glanced up and smiled at him, which made James' heart go a little uneasy.

"You're up early," the blond observed and took a sip of the smoothie and James frowned.

"Yeah, I'm up. Because my producer called and is making me come to the studio."

"Good, I'm coming with you."

". . .What?"

Kendall rolled his eyes and leaned on the counter. "I told Logan that I was fine and you were lying and he told your producer. And since Carlos won't let me actually work, I figured I'll just go to yours."

". . .Oh. . .okay," James said quietly and leaned on the counter and watched Kendall breath, the stomach and the baby bump hidden behind the counter and under a black shirt James was positive Kendall took from his closet. Kendall stopped drinking and stared at the brunette, eyebrow raised.

"What's wrong?"

". . .Nothing. . .is that my shirt?"

". . .Yeah. . .do you care?"

"No, it looks better on you than that other crap you wear," James said and he swore Kendall looked ready to throw something at the tanned man, but Kendall instead sighed and placed the cup down on the sink counter.

"Right. . .well, you should get dressed so we can leave," Kendall said with a roll of the eyes and James sighed, walking off back towards his room to get dressed. The blond groaned and placed the cup in the sink, leaning back on his palms and letting out another contented sigh. Tomorrow marks him being 3 months pregnant and for once, he didn't feel like hitting James. He didn't know if the mood swings were beginning to loosen up or if he was just tolerating his fake fiance's obnoxious behavior for that split moment in time or if he was just really tired and didn't feel like it. He rested a hand on his stomach, running his fingers over the round curve and hummed softly to himself and hearing James walking back into the kitchen. James ran a hand over his leather jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses from the pocket.

"Alright, let's go," the singer said, placing the glasses on and grabbing a set of keys off the counter. Kendall walked in step with James, through the house and over to the large garage that housed various luxury vehicles and expensive cars. James paused near a BMW, running a hand over the shiny black luxury car and clicked open the door, holding it open for Kendall to get in and the blond slid into the leather seat. James walked over and slid into the driver's seat, placing the key in the ignition and revving the car to life. They pulled out of the garage and down the stone pathway, out the steel gates where paparazzi was waiting in their cars to catch a snapshot of the not-so happily engaged couple.