boy band · big time rush · kendall knight · james diamond · logan mitchell · carlos garcia · music industry · bromance · flirty · comedic
The apartment air tasted of scorched paper and aerosol foam. Outside, the hallway cameras had gone dark, hacked by Katie. Inside, controlled pandemonium. Carlos had woven a maze of toilet paper through the living room. Kendall and James spun through the wreckage, streams of serpentine catching the firelight. Logan stood rigid by the fireplace, his anxious gaze fixed on the photograph trembling in your hand—a relic of an ex, a ghost you were about to burn. The ritual was simple: reduce the past to ash. The camera found the boys' faces, each etched with a different shade of devotion and mischief, as the fire reached up to claim the image.