"This is going to be the best birthday ever!" I exclaimed as I hugged my best friend, Caitlynn. "I can't believe you got us front row tickets to Big Time Rush!"

"There's more in the bag," Caitlynn said laughing. "Keep looking."

I reached inside the bag and pulled out two laminated badges on lanyards labeled VIP. I screamed. "You got us meet and greets, too?"

"And sound check," she said. "Happy early birthday, Kennedy."

"You're the greatest best friend ever!"

"I know, I know. Now, the concert is tomorrow night. That's why I'm giving you this two days early. Sound check is at 4, meet and greet at 5, and the concert is at 7."

"I can't wait!"

I ran to my closet trying to find what to wear. It needed to be cute, but comfortable. I decided on skinny jeans and a batman shirt-just for Logan.

"Kennedy, you need to calm down," Caitlynn said as she tried to hold me down in my seat.

"I can't," I said. "Big Time Rush is on the other side of that curtain!"

As if on cue, the boys ran onstage.

"Hello, Dallas!" Logan said into the microphone.

"Before we get started," Kendall said, "we have something to do. Now, I understand we have a girl in the front row who has a birthday tomorrow."

Caitlynn nudged me and smiled. I looked at her with a shocked expression on my face.

"Kennedy Young," Carlos said, "come on up!"

Caitlynn pushed me towards Ranel and he led me onstage.

"So, Kennedy," Logan said putting his arm over my shoulder, "how old will you be tomorrow?"

"Seventeen," I said quietly into the microphone.

"Well, happy early birthday," he said smiling. I smiled back and I could tell my face was bright red.

"What's your favorite song, Kennedy?" James asked.

I had to think. "I love them all so much," I replied, "but Worldwide is my all time favorite."

"Then sit down, relax, and listen."

The boys sat down and I sat between James and Logan. James had his hand on my knee and Logan was holding my hand as they sang. During the last chorus, Kendall came up behind me and put his arm around my neck. I was crying. Hard.

"I hope you have a happy birthday, Kennedy," Logan said. He kissed me on the cheek.

I managed to choke out a "Thank you" and went back to my seat.

After the concert, I was still on cloud nine.

"How did you even manage that?" I asked when we got to the apartment.

"I have my connections," she said smiling. "Now I'm going to Jason's for a bit. I'll be home at like 3 tomorrow."

"See you then."

Not long after she left, I went to the kitchen to get a drink. I was disappointed when I saw there was nothing.

"I guess I'll go to Wal-Mart," I sighed.

When I got to the store, I went straight to the drink aisle. I overheard someone's conversation.

"Did you see that drunk guy outside? He's so out of it."

"Yeah. He looks like that Logan guy from that Nickelodeon band."

I gasped. Logan was outside drunk? It couldn't be. I listened closer.

"Last I saw him, he was out by the carwash."

I quickly paid for my drink and drove to the car wash.

There he was. Logan Henderson. He was leaning against the wall laughing. I got out of the car.

"Logan!" I yelled. He looked up. "Logan, come here."

"OK, girl," he slurred. He started towards me stumbling more than once. "Hey, aren't you Kennedy?"

"Yes," I said slightly annoyed. "Logan, what are you doing out here?"

"I don't know," he muttered.

"What hotel are you staying at?" I asked. "I'll take you back." He shrugged.

He was really starting to annoy me. He was walking around, drunk of his ass. And he reeked of alcohol.

"Logan, you're coming back to my apartment," I said pulling him to the car. "You're too drunk. You're not staying out here all night."

After stumbling many times, I finally managed to get Logan to my room.

"Ugh, Logan, you smell horrible," I complained. "Why are you drunk?"

"The boys were annoying me," he said, his words still slightly slurred. "So I had a few and I left. I don't remember where I was."

"Well, you're staying here for the night. I don't trust you out there alone."

"Thanks," he said starting to sober up a little. He took off his shoes and started to undo his belt.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" I yelled.

"I sleep in my boxers," he said. "I can't sleep in jeans. It doesn't work for me." He took his pants and his button up shirt off, leaving him in just his t-shirt and boxers.

"This is not real," I muttered as I headed for the living room.

"You know," Logan said, "you can sleep in here. You don't have to sleep on the couch. It won't bother me. I'd feel bad if you slept in there because of me."

I shrugged and got in the bed beside Logan.

"You're a really nice person, Kennedy," Logan said softly. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," I yawned. "After what you and the boys did for me onstage, it's the least I can do."

"Happy birthday, by the way," he said.

I shivered. "Thanks."

"You cold?" he asked. I nodded. "I can warm you up if you want."

"What are you talking about?" I asked nervously.

"I'm talking about a little birthday present," he said seductively.

My breath hitched as Logan slowly moved his hand up my shirt. He rolled over and hovered above me. He leaned down and showered my neck in small kisses. He made his way to my lips. His tongue grazed my lips, begging for entrance. I gasped and he took it as an invitation. His tongue explored my mouth as my mind tried to comprehend what was going on. I pushed him away.

"Logan, what are you doing?" I said breathless.

"I'm giving you your birthday present," he said as his lips made their way back to my neck. I groaned quietly.

"Logan, we barely know each other," I reminded him. "This isn't r-"

He covered my mouth with his hand and put his lips by my ear. "Do, pretty girl, don't speak."

I shivered as his teeth grazed my earlobe. His hand slid up my back and found its way to the clasp of my bra. He undid it like a pro.

His lips came back to mine and the make out session continued. I could feel his erection digging into my thigh. I pressed my leg into him and he moaned into the kiss.

"I need you now, Kennedy," he growled into my ear.

In a movement faster than humanly possible, his shirt was on the ground. His hands found the hem of my shirt, only breaking the kiss to pull my shirt over my head where it joined his on the floor.

Author's note:

So.. yeah. The reason I didn't go into the smut is because I suck at writing smut. I really do. I'm just an awkward virgin white kid. Yep.


Here is the first chapter! I hope you like it! I hope to get some reviews :]

I don't think that this story will be very long.. Maybe 10 chapters? Idk. I'll just see how it plans out.

But I hope you guys like it!

And I have a feeling that Caitlynn's traits are going to resemble the traits of my actual best friend Jillian. I just know it. She's going to be sarcastic, yet helpful at the same time :P

-Xoxo, LeeAnn