Characters: James Diamond, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, Kendall Knight.
A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. Dividers belong to @enchanthings-a and her new blog @enchanthings
• “Baby? Me?” the guy looked at you in confusion.
• James was clearly flustered. He was just around when you needed help retrieving the kite that got stuck in a tree.
• He often plays the role of the cool, glamorous guy, frequently hearing compliments like “Hey, handsome!” or “Looking good, are you free tonight?”, but no one had ever called him that way before.
• “No one’s ever called me that…” he said, pulling a purple bandana from his pocket and tying it around his head. “But if you want to, feel free to call me that when it’s just us, babe!” James winked at you, and after you raised an eyebrow in disbelief, he eventually retrieved the kite and casually handed it to you. “Did your little boy do well?” he asked, flashing a bright smile. You giggled, ruffled his hair playfully, and then dashed off.
• Even though he tries to project a cool demeanor, James is actually shy. He loved how you called him that, but he prefers to keep it private, not wanting his friends to tease him about it.
• Logan was in the kitchen, trying to fix Kendall's mom's mixer. She had asked him to do it three days ago, but Logan had been so swamped that it kept slipping his mind. Today, though, Gustavo finally gave them a day off, and the guy jumped at the chance to keep his promise.
• “Alright, this goes here, and that goes there. Got it,” he mumbled when suddenly you burst through the door, making him drop the screws he was supposed to attach.
• “Hey, baby, have you seen Carlos?” you asked while stepping inside, scanning the room for the guy in the helmet. “That fool broke my eyeshadow while goofing around!”
• “Ow!” Logan stubbed his pinky toe on the edge of the table, knocked over the glass of water, then slipped and fell.
• “Oh my God! Logan!” You rushed over to help him up. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you!”
• “What did you just call me, like, three minutes ago?” he asked, rubbing his bruised tailbone.
• “Baby…that’s intriguing. Are you developing some sort of motherly instinct or something?”
• “Mother…what? What the hell do you mean, maternal instinct? God, Logan, you innocent goofball.” You slapped your forehead and headed for the door. “If you see Carlos, give me a shout!” The door slammed shut, leaving Logan alone with his thoughts. Honestly, he understood what you meant when you called him that. But he was so flustered that he decided to get out of the situation with his usual cleverness.
• “Ha-ha-ha! Baby Logan!” Someone’s laughter echoed in the room, and Logan turned to see Carlos fall from the ceiling. “Ouch.” He lay on the floor for a few minutes, writhing in pain, before giving a thumbs-up. “I’m fine!”
• Carlos was heading to the park, happily munching on a corn dog when suddenly you crashed into him and quickly ducked behind his broad back. Dogs were chasing you, and you were scared out of your wits. Carlos looked at you in confusion, then at the mutts, and back at you.
• “Dude, please help me!” You pressed yourself against his solid frame, trembling with fear. Without missing a beat, he pulled out more corn dogs from who-knows-where and tossed them into the bushes, where the dogs immediately bolted after them. “Farewell, my tasty treats,” Carlos lamented, but his mood lifted instantly when he felt a kiss on his cheek.
• “Thanks, babe!” You wrapped your arms around him tightly, giving him another peck on the cheek before dashing off.
• “Whoa…” The guy broke into a goofy grin and fainted right there. His friends, who had orchestrated the whole thing (they didn’t mean to scare you; they just wanted to set you up with Carlos), high-fived each other and rushed to pick him up, narrowly avoiding the feet of passing pedestrians.
• Kendall was completely wiped out after yet another concert.
• The screaming fans and equally rowdy friends had drained him to the bone.
• So, exhausted, he broke away from his buddies, heading home for some much-needed peace and quiet.
• His fatigue was so overwhelming that he mixed up the numbers and accidentally walked into your place.
• You were in the middle of whipping up dinner when you heard the front door bang shut.
• Curious, you strolled down the hallway and spotted the adorably snoozing Kendall sprawled out on your couch. Chuckling at the hilarity of the situation, you fetched a blanket from your room, gently covering him so he wouldn’t freeze. With that done, you returned to the kitchen, now needing to whip up dinner for two.
• Half-asleep, Kendall caught the sound of clattering from the kitchen and a delicious smell wafting through the air, thinking it was his mom cooking. He snuggled deeper into the blanket. Then, another mouthwatering aroma hit him—one that had been driving him wild for the last three months.
• Bolting upright, Kendall looked around, realizing he wasn’t at home. Rubbing his eyes, he made his way to the kitchen.
• You were busy pulling out plates when suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist, and a sleepy head rested on your shoulder.
• “Hey babe? Did you sleep well?” you asked, turning to embrace him, your fingers gently running through his hair.
• “Mmhmm,” he mumbled, nuzzling his chin deeper into your shoulder. “Babe? Is that my new nickname now?” Kendall chuckled sleepily, pulling back to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. “So, what’s for dinner?” Just as he leaned in for a kiss on the lips, the rest of Big Time Rush burst in, catching you both in a cozy moment.
• “Looks like we showed up at a bad time.” Logan quipped, awkwardly covering his eyes.
• “Ooh! Pasta!” Carlos darted over to one of the pots, grabbing a plate from the cupboard and piling food onto it. The others shot him disapproving glares. “What?” Carlos asked with a mouthful. “I’m starving!”
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