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Big Time Rush Stare Off: Kendall
*dead*
And Logan in the background… . . more dead.
simplymaddiekat replied to your post: I want sleep. Nighty night, Tumblr.
Night David not James David maslow!
That’s a new one. XD
Night Maddie.
YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN
runintoyourheart replied to your photo: Wooo~
DAMNIT MY TOP TEN NAME ISN’T ON HERE. but we scored higher than you aheheheheheheheh!~
Oh hush. I got on the top ten, and it was my first time playing. So there.
In real life, buying a ton of food is probably just buying as much as you can carry.
On the Oregon Trail, buying a ton of food is literally buying a ton of food.
I always think people misspell “bandanna”.
Turns out I just don’t know how to spell it.
James asks Carlos to meet him by the elevators because he has a “surprise for him”. Carlos is reluctant to go, if only because James and surprises rarely result in a pleasant outcome. Still, he can’t help but look at him in awe when he comes down and stands in front of him, dressed in a nice suit and tie and apparently holding something behind his back. He waves, not noticing his mouth has unconsciously fallen open.
“Quick, Carlos. I need to know: do you like white roses?”
Carlos thinks about it for a second before answering. “Uh…I guess so. Do…do you?”
James shifts his gaze for a few seconds. “Yeah, I suppose I do. Why?”
As soon as the last syllable leaves his mouth, Carlos lunges forward, presenting the taller boy with a bouquet of roses. “I got you these flowers,” he says and James shyly pulls out what he was holding behind his back.
“Oh. I got you a flower…”
