Say Anything You Want, I'll Turn the Music Up™ ♥ James Diamond{BTR!}

Say Anything You Want, I'll Turn the Music Up™ ♥ James Diamond{BTR!} Chapter 11

Say Anything You Want, I'll Turn the Music Up

Chapter 11: Big Time Recovery Plan

"Oh my God," Rain said, pulling me into her house and shutting the door. "What's wrong?" She wrapped me up in a hug. "What happened?"

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop crying. Not only was I sick of hiding everything under my hard-ass exterior, my words to James not only succeeded in hurting him, but they struck my heart as the absolute inescapable truth. "James came to my house," I told her.

"Oh my God," she repeated, furrowing her eyebrows angrily. "I'm gonna—"

"Don't," I interrupted her. If my death threats were bad, Rain's were twenty times more graphic, gory, etc. Not that hearing the ways she would mutilate and torture and decapitate James wouldn't make me feel a whole lot better, right now I just felt like feeling sorry for myself and having the focus on my pain and actually doing stuff to make me feel better and get my mind off of everything.

"Come on," Rain said, taking my hand and pulling me toward her room, "I know exactly what will make you feel better. Big Time Recovery Plan part 1."

I didn't ask. Part of me was already sort of feeling better just from being here, was excited to see what she would come up with, but the other part of me, as always, was wary of her craziness. That was just my best friend though, and I loved her for it.

Rain's room, as it had been for as long as I could remember, was covered in large posters of shirtless Taylor Lautner and Zac Efron (this one had a white frame around it, though I had no idea why, since Rain swore up and down she didn't like Zac Efron), along with small posters from those teen-y magazines Popstar and Bop and Tiger Beat.

The small magazine posters were the ones she headed for, reaching out and ripping a few with four very familiar faces off the wall. "I hope you know I love you a lot to take away from my wall of sexy," she said jokingly. I knew she was serious though. If it weren't for my plight the posters of Big Time Rush would stay on the wall for her to make out with every day.

Then she went to a dresser drawer full of CDs, rummaging through then pulling one out and holding it up for me to see: BTR's CD.

She walked out of her room, and I silently followed, not asking what in the world she was up to but figuring it had something to do with destroying every shred of her BTR merch. She went into the kitchen and pulled an Aim 'n Flame out of a drawer, then headed out the adjoining door that lead to the garage. So we were setting stuff on fire. Excellent.

Rain's house didn't have a backyard, which was a foreign concept to me. But none of the houses in her neighborhood did. The houses' garages were in the back, connected to the driveways which were connected to the alley you drove in to get to your driveway or garage. It was so weird; I'd always had both a driveway and garage at the front of my house, as well as a spacious backyard.

Since there was no backyard, her stepdad kept the grill in their garage, which was unused by cars unless it was rainy. She pulled the grill out to the driveway; neither her mom nor stepdad was home, so the driveway was empty. It was perfect.

She dropped the ripped and rumpled posters into the grill. "Wait," I said. I pulled them out and if any of them were not so torn that you could still see James, I tore his face off and ripped it up into a million little shreds. I dropped all the tiny pieces into the grill, then put the posters back in. I felt really bad about burning Logan, Kendall, and especially Carlos, but some sick part of me said they were associated with James, it had to be done. "There."