Okay, so two things.

1. I deleted one of my stories (The Fine Lines of Being a Leader). Not only was I only remotely satisfied with it, but I sort of realized that it's almost the same exact storyline as a Draco/Harry story I love (but did not write). I really don't like writing things that seem like copies of other authors' work, so I deleted it. But! To make up for it, here's a new Kames story. Which leads me to:

2. This. Okay, here's the thing. I'm putting this as a one-shot for now. I don't know if I should continue it. I have a bunch written for it already if I were to add more chapters, but I wrote this a while ago. I'm not sure if I even still like it. Whatever. I feel like the later parts are better than this first bit, but here's... this. Also, if I were to continue it, this would become Kames/Cargan. Because who the hell can resist?

So let me know if you'd like to see more, because frankly I'm lazy and if there's no one guilting me into continuing, I probably won't. Also, this is a story I wrote because not everything works out like the movies, and you can't always break someone's heart and just expect a happy ending.

So here it is.

Yay.

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or the characters. This is based off of the television show, not the actual band.

Warnings: Some cursing.

Review if you'd like, or if you are interested in more of this. Whatevs.

Have at it, then.

"What?" Kendall asked weakly, heart crumpling into tiny, pained pieces.

James swallowed, shifting his weight on his feet. "I… I said I made a bet. With Jett. That I could get you to fall for me in a week."

Kendall felt himself sway a little from the confession. He felt like dying, a little. His heart was throbbing in a chest-splitting fashion, his head was pulsing and a high-pitched flooding noise was slowly taking over his ears. His stomach hurt so badly, and he had to choke back bile twice.

"This… everything was because of a bet?" He prayed that this was a dream. It had to be. The past week was the most brilliant one of his life. On Monday, James had asked him out, and Kendall had nearly lost his mind from how thrilled he was. On Tuesday, they had their first date. James had taken him to a drive-in theater, and it was positively wonderful. They had borrowed a pickup truck from Buddha Bob and spread a blanket out in the back. The two had curled together under the stars, watching some movie they weren't actually paying attention to and sharing candy. On Wednesday, James kissed him. They were sitting on the couch in 2J, watching some stand up special, and James watched as Kendall laughed himself silly right off the edge of the couch and to the floor. Still giggling, Kendall flopped onto the ground. James crawled down to him, leaned over, and crashed their lips together. It had been the most fantastic moment of Kendall's life, and he had accidentally whimpered when James softened the kiss. On Thursday, James had gone out and bought them matching pendant necklaces, James's with a microphone and Kendall's with a hockey stick. Both had blue beads and silver chains, and the two boys had put them on immediately. Kendall treasured that necklace above everything else he owned, even his favorite hockey stick. On Friday, James had taken him to the beach, and they had a wonderful time. Kendall loved every minute of it, especially when James tackled him into the water, and the two wrestled until James leaned forward and kissed him senseless.

And now it was Saturday, and every ounce of happiness that Kendall had built up over the week drained away in an instant.

"Yeah," James mumbled. "But, Kendall, I can explain," he added, and Kendall just stared in horror at him. "See, when it started out, it was just some dumb competition between me and Jett. But then, as we started to date, I realized how much I really love you-"

He was abruptly cut off when Kendall socked him in the face. James stumbled back, clutching his aching jaw and wincing.

"Don't youdare give me that bullshit," Kendall seethed. He had gone to heartbroken and upset to furious and ready to slap a bitch in seconds. "That might work in movies, but you can't seriously expect me to believe you."

James frowned, eyes widening nervously. "No, Kendall, I swear, I know I was stupid, but I really do lo-"

"What is wrong with you? Why the hell would you think I'd forgive you after something like this? You made a bet that you knew would fuck with your bestfriend'sheart, just because you felt like it! And, what, a simple 'I've changed my ways' speech is supposed to fix that? You are the most self-centered, uncaring jackass that I've ever met in my life."

"Kendall-"

"I gave up everything for you! I gave up my dreams of being a hockey player! I gave up my life in Minnesota! All just because you wanted this whole 'fame' thing! And worst of all," he continued, voice cracking as tears began to trickle down his cheeks. "I gave you my heart, and you just walked all over it, like it's something that doesn't matter! You made a bet for fifteen dollars! Is that all I'm worth to you?" He held up a hand when James opened his mouth. "No, don't answer that. Because clearly, that is all I'm worth to you. Fifteen fucking dollars."

James gaped as Kendall turned and walked away. "Kendall, please…"

"You won, James," Kendall shouted over his shoulder. "Even before you made your stupid bet, I was in love with you. You won a while ago. So enjoy your fifteen dollars. Because we're done."

James dashed after him, grabbing Kendall's arm and trying to turn him around. He was met by another fist, this one to his eye. Although it hurt, because Kendall was pretty damn strong, James shook it off and faced his friend. "Please, just listen-"

"We're done," Kendall hissed out. He reached beneath the collar of his shirt and grabbed the silver chain there, pulling it out and yanking it off. He dropped it at James's feet, and the brunette had to stifle tears when he saw it was the necklace he had bought the blonde on the fourth day of their relationship. "As boyfriends, as band mates, as friends. Done." He stared down at James, and the amount of loathing in his green eyes killed the brunette a little. "I've never fallen out of love so fast."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving an injured, heartbroken, and positively miserable James standing there, alone and hating himself for the first time in his life.

It wasn't like those movies, where James could do something fantastically romantic, and Kendall would be wooed back into loving him, and they'd live happily ever after.

Two weeks had gone by since that Saturday, and so much had changed. Kendall quit the band, which meant that Big Time Rush was dismantled and shut down. The four boys moved back to Minnesota, where Logan resumed his doctor studies, Kendall got onto a local hockey team, and Carlos followed both around everywhere.

James had been in a depression ever since his best friend ended everything with him, and his dreams- which he had been soclose to- had been yanked out from under his feet. He rarely left his house, except for school and hockey practice (Carlos and Logan had joined along with Kendall, and the two convinced him to sign up as well). But the ice rink was the worst.

Instead of taking out his heartbreak and anger on James by slamming into him, or picking on him, or even smacking at him with his stick, Kendall just plain ignoredhim. It was like the blonde couldn't see, hear, or feel the brunette, and it was slowly eating away at James's will to exist.

He had honest-to-god fallen in love with Kendall during the duration of the bet. Sure, it only lasted five days, but those five days were amazing and meant everything to him. And, if he were honest, it might've been possible that he had been a little bit in love with Kendall before the whole thing, anyway.

But it didn't matter now. Kendall hated him.

In stories like this (James liked to read sappy chick stories online, so what?) the wrongdoer would always be able to make it up to the one they hurt. That counted on two factors: one, that the wrongdoer was imaginative enough to think of something to win him/her back, and two, that the one they hurt still loved them.

James was imaginative. He had tried everything. He sent exactly seven dozen flowers, eight boxes of chocolate, and four authentic hockey sticks. He had written two songs that he poured his heart into, and learned a bit of the acoustic guitar just so he could sing them to Kendall. He had tried multiple times to have Kendall walk in on a romantic setting, with either a table set for two, or a private dance with live violinists and guitarists, or even tickets to a Minnesota Wild game. He had shown, multiple times, that he had called off the bet that very Saturday, and even got Jett to tell Kendall that he never gave James money for it, and that what James felt was real.

"Whatever. I don't care about him anymore," had been Kendall's response. James's heart shattered from around the corner, where he had been listening in.

No matter how creative James was, and no matter how many different romantic, thoughtful, or heartfelt things he tried, nothing worked.

Because Kendall no longer loved him.