Cherry Bomb (Big Time Rush)

I'm A Boy Pt. 1

"'I would scream to the world, they would see you're my girl. But I keep on getting. . .' Gustavo, I can't do it," James said quietly and the producer groaned, flipping the switch and the music cutting off. Gustavo wanted to yell at the moment. He wanted to scream and rant and have a mini earthquake in the studio over how frustrated he was becoming with the singer standing in front of him. But he couldn't. Kelly wouldn't allow him to yell at a pregnant James Diamond. A pregnant James Diamond that was worrying sick about his baby with Kendall, the calendar on the wall reading December 14th , a little bit more than a week past the due date. He hasn't heard a word from Kendall about the situation, was the baby okay? Was there something wrong? . . .Did the baby come on time and Kendall was just keeping it from him? No, James didn't want to believe that possibility. But it still scratched at the back in his mind that Kendall just ignored his message and still didn't want anything to do with James.

And he couldn't blame Kendall. It was all James' fault he was in this situation in the first place.

Gustavo rubbed his forehead and groaned again.

"Just. . .we're done with recording for the day. Tomorrow, you better have your game face on instead of that sick one you're wearing," Gustavo replied and James nodded, slipping off the headphones and placing them on the microphone. He walked out of the door, ignoring the stare of his more than angry producer and apologetic looks of his publicist/newly appointed manager. He couldn't blame Logan for resigning, who would want to put up with James' career anymore now that it was hanging by a thread? He was only grateful that Kelly offered to take the job. And it wasn't like James hadn't seen Logan in the past month, he would call the brunette just to simply talk. Logan would give a little update on Kendall and the baby, but he hadn't talked to him recently.

He dragged his feet, not looking at anyone and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors slid open and there stood Dak, eyes widening when he saw James. James' eyes were widened as well and he gulped, stepping into the elevator and keeping to his side of the cramped space. He saw that Dak was heading to the main lobby just as well and the recording studio was on the 12th floor. Looks like a long, silent ride. Or at least, that was what James thought.

"Kendall's alright, by the way," Dak mumbled and James turned to the younger male at the sound of Kendall's name. "The baby is just running late. . ."

"Thank you, thank you so much for telling me," James said with a smile and Dak rolled his eyes.

"I'm still mad at you though. But I know you were probably worrying your ass off about the two of them," Dak grumbled and James sighed, taking some steps closer to Dak and shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah. . .I know. . .it's my fault that this all happened and I'm sorry," James said softly and even though Dak wasn't looking directly at him, James knew that he was still listening, "I admit that I've been acting like a total prick about the whole entire relationship with Kendall, blaming people left and right for the things that I didn't want to take responsibility for because I was afraid that it would make me look bad. But believe me when I say that I still love him. I still love him and I will forever love him and my child. And I know you're mad and you probably never want to talk to me again, fine. But I'm still going to be there for Kendall and the baby, I won't ever leave their side again. And I'm going to make things right."

"How?" Dak asked and James gave a weak smile.

"I just tell the truth. I say how Kendall and me came to be and Jett won't be holding that over me anymore. And as for this child," James placed a hand over his stomach, "Jett doesn't care about it. I'm sure as soon as it's born, he'll just up and leave. . .I'm hoping Kendall would help me raise it like I'll raise our child. If not. . .then I'll put it up for adoption. . .but I'm not going to abort it, I'm not going to run away from my mistakes again," James replied and Dak looked up at him, trying to see if James was being serious about the whole thing. Oh, James was dead serious. He really didn't care what Hollywood had to think about him anymore. Sure, Hollywood may have gave him popularity, but half of those people he didn't even know. It gave him riches, but he already had that with his parents and he for one hated it. And it gave him Jett Stetson, and James couldn't wait to get the bastard out of his life once and for all.