Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.

OK so I haven't been able to write lately. And I've been babysitting my little cousin a lot lately and she was watching this show Big Time Rush. So I was like ok whatever I'll watch it with you. Well I'm watching and I'm like WHOA I know that guy...then I realize it's Kendall from Heffron Drive!

If you've read any of my other stories you will know I give you guys a song that I think goes along with the chapter. Wardrobe will also have a place to go.

Attention by The Academy Is...

The link below is what Trista wears in this chapter(remember take the spaces out!!!!)

http: // www .polyvore . com /ch/set?id=16489077

"Ok girls this is the last game of the year. The game that we have been playing for all year. The championship game against Riverside!" Trista said to her field hockey team. The girls in front of her roared in joy. "Now tomorrow I want you guys to put everything you have into this game and-" Trista was cut off by the feeling of water that was now spraying around them and on them.

She turned around towards the front of the field to see four boys standing there with smiles on their faces. Her, including the rest of her team, ran after the boys with their sticks in hand. They chased them down the street, passing stores and apartments in the process. The mad pack of girls followed suit as the boys turned into a brick walled alley. The boys though made a stupid decision because there was no way out. The girls backed them into the wall.

"Time out!" One of the boys, Kendall yelled for the girls to stop running. "Give James your helmet." He looked towards the boy with a hockey helmet on his head, Carlos.

"Right." Carols ripped the helmet off and gave it to James.

"I love you guys." James said slapping the face protector down.

"Ok girls," Trista smiled from the front of the group looking up at the guys. "Get them." The rest of the team ran in front of her getting their turns to beat or rip at the boys. The girls one by one turned away from the boys and started their walk back to the school.

Trista couldn't help but laugh at the four boys that sat crumbled on the pavement in front of her feet. "Did you four really think I wouldn't come after you?" She leaned on her field hockey stick.

"We didn't think you would run through the town." Logan groaned out as he stumbled to his feet.

"But it was totally worth it." Carlos said with a half smile on his lips as usual. "I mean that was the first time girls ran after me."

"Dude, that's not something to be proud of." Kendall wiped some blood of his lip.

Trista rolled her eyes. "Like you know what that feels like."

"Yeah man, I'm the one that gets all the girls." James sauntered over to Trista, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Right, Trista?"

"No chance playboy." The brown haired girl pushed him away with her stick. "Are you boys going back to the school with me or what?"

"Actually we're headed to my house. Meet us there?" Kendall asked her.

"Sure thing."

The five took their own directions. Trista strolled her way back to the school and into the girls locker room. After changing out of her field hockey gear and into comfy jeans, a dark purple shirt and her black hoodie, that wasn't actually hers but stole it from Logan, she grabbed her stuff and headed out of the school and started her walk to Kendall's.

Her and the four boys have been friends since elementary school. She remembers playing pranks on the boys when they were that young age. One in particular was when she put super glue on their hamburgers and they couldn't open their mouths for two days. From then on they have been best friends. Carlos was the impossible one of the group. He wasn't very grounded in his head, but is certainly always on the ground for his lack of gravity. He was always wearing his hockey helmet, which is a good thing because the boy would be in a coma by now. James is the playboy of the group. He is a very sensitive guy and is very into his looks. He loves to be the center of attention and will do anything to get it. Logan is the brains of the group. He is totally smart bit sometimes common sense doesn't sit well with him. He's a guy that has to find out every possible outcome for a situation before he finds a solution. But on top of all that he's a complete sweetheart who never likes to see any of his friends get let down.

And then there's Kendall, a thorn in her side that is never going to leave her. They have known each other the longest out of the five. With there moms' being longtime friends it was predictable for them to become friends. He is the guy that always has a solution to the problem. He's the guy that tries to put a smile on people's faces no matter the situation. He doesn't try to act cool but everyone wants to be like him. Finally there was Trista. She didn't find herself as one of those girly-girls. She was sarcastic and a spitfire. She never wanted to lose anything. She played as hard as the boys did but sometimes had a motherly way about her.

Trista found herself on Kendall's front porch and let herself in. Hearing groaning and yelling coming from the living room, she threw her bag down in the corner and made her way in there.

As she got a first look at them she finally noticed how ripped up their shirts were and how many bruises littered their body. "Well you boys look great!" She smiled and pushed past them to plop down in between James and Logan on the couch.

"Your team is vicious." Logan complained as he sat watching TV.

"Hell yeah! I coached those girls to kick complete ass. Which, I think they did."

"Pussycat Dolls make the pain go away." Kendall said watching their music video on TV.

"I'm gonna marry her someday." James dreamed as Nicole Scherzinger's face flashed on screen.

Logan laughed. "You're gonna marry Nicole Scherzinger? How?"

Carlos, Trista, and Kendall yelled in protest for asking that question as James jumped to his feet.

"I'm gonna be famous!" He jumped up on the coffee table. "Sing to sold out arenas, have like five houses. Make the girls go crazy." He sang, spinning on his feet. "And then, marry Nicole."

"Are you done?" Logan questioned.

"Please be done." Trista rolled her eyes.

"No, cause here's the part where I shake my booty!" He jumped on the couch next to Trista and shook his butt in her and Logan's faces. He sang his famous song, which he does more than twice a day.

"Carlos." Kendall yelled to him over the loud singing.

"Got it." He slapped his helmet on and pushed James over the back. He jumped on top of him and the two started fighting. The other three just laughed at the idiots.

"Do you want to be a pop star?" The five heard MTV News' host Sway say.

"Yes!" James sprang up from behind the couch.

"Well today's your chance if you're in Minnesota. Are you ready?"

"I'm from Minnesota."

"I'm gonna be the next Gwen Stefani!" A loud blonde haired girl screamed on TV.

"That's Jenny Tinkler from homeroom." Kendall stated as the five of them stood in front of the couch now, mesmerized by the TV.

Sway came back on. "Gustavo Rocque, 90's mega producer of bands like Boy Quake, Boys in the Attic, and Boyz City, is looking for his next pop superstar. But he's even more famous for his quote in Rolling Stone when he said 'I could turn a dog into a pop star.'"

"I sing better than a dog." James tried to persuade the group.

"Sign-ups are until 5 p.m. So if pop stardom is on your list of things to do, you still have time."

They blocked out the rest of what he was saying as the five whipped their heads towards to the clock to see that it was already 4:30.

"Call all moms now!" Trista yelled.

The five whipped their phones out of their pockets and dialed. "Mom, call me when you get this message. We need a ride real bad." The five said at once. The set all their phones down on the table together and sat down just staring at them.

"Ring!" James yelled, hoping that would work.

Right then Carlos' phone rang as they all tried to grab it. "Hello...yeah...uhuh...ok great, get here as fast as you can!" He flipped his phone shut.

"You're moms coming!" James smiled.

"No! But this nice lady is sending her crew over to give us a free estimate on aluminium siding!" Carlos glowed with happiness, as the rest of their smiles extinguished.

James yelled and pushed Carlos off the pack of the couch. The tables turned as James was now the one with the upper hand on Carlos. Logan and Trista both ducked out of the way as a vase came whipping at their heads, breaking on the fireplace.

"Kendall!" Logan yelled hoping he would stop this madness.

"Logan has his drivers permit." Kendall thought of an idea fast as he slung an arm around him.

"But I need an adult in the car with me." Logan explained.

"Not to mention a car." Trista looked up at him.

"Kendall, do something." James cried, letting go of Carlos and standing to his feet.

"What are you looking at me for? Logan's the genius." he pointed towards the shorter boy.

"What!" Logan freaked. "I panic under pressure then you always come up with the answer."

"What? That is so not true and-I know how to get there." Kendall's head turned in thought as if something just hit him in the face.

"And that is?" Trista raised her hands in question.

"Get your coats!" Kendall started towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Trista grabbed a hold of his arm. "Before you go into your own world, tell us what's going on."

"We ask my neighbor to just sit in the car so Logan can drive." He smiled down at her.

The four agreed with him and they rushed out the door. They made their sloppy way across the yard and onto the neighbor's porch. Kendall greedily knocked on the door. And older woman answered the door, eating cheese and meat off of a plate.

"Hi, Mrs. Machalowski. We have to get to this audition and all you have to is sit in the car, Logan will drive, and we'll shovel your walkway for free...all winter long." Kendall attempted to bribe her.

It obviously worked because a few minutes later they were literally carrying Mrs. Machalowski out of the door and into her car. With her, Carlos, and James in the back, that left Logan to drive, Kendall to ride passenger, and Trista had the bucket seat. Logan sat there going through everything he was taught to do before driving a car.

"Logan, I swear to God, if you don't start this car and aren't at the theater in 5 minutes, I'm gonna kill you!" James screamed from the back seat. On that note, Logan started the car and backed out of the driveway. Speeding through town Trista felt herself flying back and forth in her seat, since there was no seat belt in the middle.

"I didn't think this was how I was gonna die." Trista gasped out as they made another turn, she feel into Kendall.

"Quiet down there, Bennet." Kendall wrapped an arm around her waist and pinched the skin there.

The car skidded to a stop in the middle of the street outside of the theater. The five scrambled to get out of the car. James ran into the theater, as the rest of the four of them helped Mrs. Machalowski out of the car and into one of the chairs in the open room.

James skidded to a halt in front of the sign up table, where an African-American woman was taking names. "My name is James Diamond, and I wanna be famous." He started to sing a scale when the women slapped a number onto his chest.

"Fill out the rest of this sheet and wait for your number to be called." She pushed a clipboard into his chest.

As the other four finally made it towards his side they were congratulating him. All of the sudden the sound of a girl screaming her head off was coming from a door towards the right.

"I'm a star! I'm gonna be the next Gwen Stefani!" Jenny was being carried out by two large security guards. She took notice of the group. "Oh, hey guys." She finally settled down slightly.

"Hey, Jenny." They all waved to her.

"He's evil! I'm a star! A star!" She kept yelling as she was carried past them.

"You, name?" The woman from earlier came to stop in front of Logan.

"Me? Ugh, no thank you. I'm gonna be a doctor." Logan smiled at her.

"Yeah, well I'm a desperate talent scout, and you have a cute smile. And Justin Timberlake made over 44 million dollars last year." She said with a slight smirk.

"Hit me." Logan pointed towards his chest.

"I wanna be famous too." Carlos popped in and attempted to sing a scale.

Without giving him another look, she smacked a number to his chest and moved on to Kendall. "You, tall, blonde, and eyebrows. You want your dreams to come true today."

"Sorry." Kendall smiled at her. "My dream is to play center for the Minnesota Wild. But I'll also consider the Maple Leafs"

"Oh." She just smiled and pressed a number to him. She then moved behind him to Trista. "Well what's your dream? Singing for Gustavo or running off to join a circus."

Trista rolled her eyes at her. "I'd rather the circus any day." The woman was about to place a number on her but Trista raised her hand to stop her. "I'm just here for moral support."

"Fine, that's your problem." She turned away from her. She walked up to James. "810 is next." She walked back into the stage room.

James got nervous and quickly switched numbers with Logan. "Oh look, you're next."

"Dude, you don't sing." Carlos said with an obvious expression.

Trista could all but snort from the look on his face.

Logan laughed. "Carlos, that was the worst pep talk in history. Luckily I'm a genius. I'll think of something. Kendall?" He turned for an answer.

"Beat box."

"Got it." He slapped his clipboard in Carlos' chest and threw his coat at Trista.

The four of them sat down in the seats outside of the door. One by one the guys went into the performance room. Logan came out in a state of fear and soon to have a crying fit. As he opened the door they could still here Gustavo yelling at Logan to come back here and let him get a piece of his mind. Carlos was next, since James switched numbers with him as well. After a few seconds of Carlos being in the room they heard something that sounded almost as if it was a wild beast of sorts. Carlos came out of the stage room with a smile across his face though.

"812." The young woman from earlier was back at the door. "812 is up." She looked directly at James.

James tried to switch numbers with Kendall also but he stopped him.

"James, this is your dream, not mine." The two boys stood up. "Remember, opportunities like this come once in a lifetime. Now grab onto that dream with both hands and go big time!" Kendall pushed him towards the door.

The four of them ran towards the back doors of the performance room, with Mrs. Machalowski following them. They all hid behind of few seats in the middle section of the auditorium. As James began to sing, the five of them popped their heads up over the seats to watch him perform.

"Not bad." Mrs. Machalowski stated.

As James sang up a scale his voice cracked from nerves.

"Stop, stop." Gustavo commanded.

"I'm sorry I got a little nervous there. Can I start over?" James asked from the front of the stage.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, start over!" Gustavo said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Why don't you go outside and then just don't come back in. NEXT!"

The group in the back just looked at each other in question, while Logan referred to him as Satan, with horns and all.

"But I'm good." James stated.

"I don't need good! I need the fire, ok! I need someone to knock me out of my seat. And as you can tell I'm still in it, because you have no TALENT!"

"No, talent!" Kendall yelled and started storming towards the front of the room. "No, talent! Your the one that has no talent! You haven't had a hit in ten years!"

"Hey!" Gustavo challenged him. "Girl To My Heart by Boy Quake was a hit nine years ago!"

"Oh, Girl To My Heart. Let me see if I can remember that Rocque classic." He pretended to remember the song. "Girl my eyes, and girl my mind," Kendall sang and jumped on top of the table in front of them. "It never stops after it starts. Cause you're a girl, girl, girl to my heart, heart, HEART!" Kendall pushed him back in his chair.

"Hey, security!" The young women from earlier, Kelly, yelled trying to push Kendall away from Gustavo.

Kendall kept going anyways. "Here a new hit for you. Oh, you're such a turd. Oh yeah, a giant turd. Cause you look like a turd and you smell like a turd!"

The security guys finally got to Kendall and pulled him off the table. Kendall started fighting with them to get off of him. Trista had enough of it and went down to help Kendall. One after another the guys were coming to fight the security with them. There was one to each of them. Even Mrs. Machalowski was in on the fight using her cane to beat them. Finally the security got the upper hand and they each dragged all of them out of the auditorium.

They took them towards the police cars outside. Three to a car. Mrs. Machalowski, Kendall, and Logan were in one car, while Trista, Carlos, and James were in the second one. Trista looked out the window on the way towards wherever it was they were heading to. She couldn't help but have a little smile on her face, she could finally cross being in a police car off her list of things to do. As they turned a corner she could tell they were headed towards Kendall's house. She was silently thanking God that they weren't actually headed towards a police station.

As the police parked on the curb outside of his house she noticed another car in his driveway. A car she knew way to well. Her mother was here. The one night she didn't want her mom and Kendall's mom together was tonight of all nights. The police opened her side of the car letting the three of them out. She smirked over at the other two boys that were getting out of the other car.

"We're dead." Trista whispered to Kendall as the cops pushed them onto his porch step.

The police rang the door bell before stepping back behind all of them to make sure they didn't run.

Mrs. Knight answered the door with a surprised look upon her face.

"Mom!" Kendall smiled. "Remember that time I saved you from choking? Wow, that was close." He tried to bribe his way out of this one. "And I love you."

She just leaned against the door frame with a bewildered face.

"I feel so alive." Mrs. Machalowski smiled from the front of the group.

"Thank you officers. I can take it from here." Mrs. Knight smiled the smile that they only knew as trouble.

so there's the first part of the story

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