Hello, everyone! How is everyone today?

This is the first Big Time Rush story that I've posted, so please be nice.

This is a prompt from Movies And TV Shows AU. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the TV show Big Time Rush or its characters in any way, shape, or form. The character Ciara Diamond was an idea given to me by Movies And TV Shows AU.


Ciara Lucinda Diamond was only nine years old and was just as pretty as her older brother James was handsome. She had beautiful brown hair that reached her waist and shined with a silky quality; she normally wore it in two long braids that trailed down her back. Ciara was naturally skinny and had yet to hit her growth spurt, so she was still pretty short. She had tan skin because she was an outdoors person and could rarely be found inside, especially on a nice day. Freckles were speckled across her nose and cheekbones; it appeared as though someone had taken a paint brush and dotted spots across her face. Unlike most people with freckles, Ciara's seemed like they had a design to them and weren't randomly placed. Ciara was cheerful and happy and had what was almost an impossible amount of energy.

While Ciara appeared excitable on the outside, she was actually a very lonely girl, but that fact may be contributed to the fact that Ciara, James, Logan, Carlos, and Kendall and his family had moved from Minnesota to LA after the boys were offered a record deal.

I know you're all probably wondering why Ciara came along. Logan and Carlos's families, along with James and Ciara's parents, staying in Minnesota, so why did Ciara come along? James and Ciara's parents were very busy business workers and knew Jennifer, James, and James's friends could give Ciara all the time in the world when they couldn't. They did what was best for Ciara by letting her go to LA with James, and although Ciara loved LA, despite only having been there for a few days, she was missing her friends back in Minnesota more and more with each hour.

Ciara would've played with the teenage boys, but that was just it: they were teenage boys, and she was a nine year old girl. What could they have played that both parties would enjoy doing? The pool was too crowded, and the boys would much rather be playing video games on the couch than playing tag at the park with Ciara.

Katie was really the only option. Being the same age as Ciara, they'd have more in common, but there was one problem with that solution: Katie didn't like Ciara.

I wouldn't go as far to say that Katie hated the girl. If Ciara were in danger, Katie would be there in a heartbeat. If someone was picking on Ciara, Katie would be by her side in a flash. If Ciara was seriously hurt, Katie would risk her own life to drive her to the hospital (I say risk her life because Katie can't drive). But Katie rarely displayed affection to Ciara. Maybe it was because Katie wasn't good with emotions. Maybe it was Katie's way of coping with whatever was going on in her life. Maybe Ciara was a painful reminder of the fact that Katie could never be that happy after all the pain Katie had gone through in her life. Ciara doesn't know for sure; I don't think even Katie knows for sure.

But either way, while Katie didn't hate Ciara, she certainly didn't like her.

"Katie, won't you please play with me?" Ciara begged.

"No," Katie refused. "Go ask the boys."

"They're playing video games," Ciara stated.

"So?" Katie demanded. "If you really don't want to ask them, go make a new friend."

"I already tried that. All the other nine year olds in this hotel are stuck up," Ciara sulked.

"Do I look like I care?" Katie asked.

"Katie, please!" Ciara pleaded.

"No," Katie stated, flatly.

Katie watched as tears welled up in Ciara's eyes just before they began to fall, trickling down her face and falling to the hard wood floor. Ciara was a silent crier; she didn't sob or wail or any of that. The tears fell, but no sound came from Ciara as they did.

Okay. Maybe Katie felt a little bad. Or maybe even more than a little. But Katie couldn't bring herself to play with Ciara. She just couldn't, and even Katie didn't know why. Trust me, if she could find the reason, she would figure out a way to overcome that reason. Despite what everyone believed, Katie didn't hate Ciara. A strong dislike, yes, but never hate, and as much as Katie wanted to show people that deep down, she did care, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. And like I said, even Katie didn't know why.

"Why don't you like me, Katie?" Ciara asked, sniffling, before going silent once again. Katie actually wished Ciara would wail and scream and sob and throw a temper tantrum. Somehow, the silent crying was worse because it tugged at Katie's heart and almost made Katie want to start crying herself because she felt bad for making Ciara cry. Maybe it was because when Ciara was silent, she appeared so pitiful, like a lost puppy, and Katie felt her mask of annoyance crumbling.

But Katie stood her ground.

"For the last time, Ciara, I have better things to do than play with an annoying, too-cheerful-for-her-own-good child," Katie muttered before storming off.

"You're the same age as me!" Ciara pointed out, but Katie had already vanished into her bedroom.

Ciara wiped her eyes until it didn't even appear like she'd been crying before she stepped into the living room.

"James?" she asked her brother as he jammed his thumb against the button on his video game controller.

"Yeah, Ciara?" he asked.

"Will you go outside and play with me?" she asked.

"Sure," James replied without missing a beat. Unlike most big brothers, James always put his little sister first and always made time for her. If Ciara wanted to move back home but didn't want to leave James, James would leave the boy band and return to Minnesota with her without even having to think about the decision.

James and Ciara headed outside, and when James asked Ciara what she wanted to do, she asked if he could teach her how to skateboard, which James replied with a yes.

"Okay. The trickiest part about skateboarding is balance… and steering, but we'll get to that later," James laughed.

Ciara nodded as she strapped on some shoulder pads, and James buckled the strap of the helmet under her chin.

"Now," James said as she balanced herself on the skateboard. "Kick off."

Ciara took a deep breath before taking one foot off the skateboard and pushing herself forward before returning her foot to its original position. Ciara wobbled a little before smiling as she began rolling at a slow pace down the sidewalk.

"This is awesome," she commented before kicking the ground a little harder to speed herself up. Ciara was doing great for her first time.

If only she'd seen the hill…

"Ciara!" James shouted in sudden panic as his sister screamed as she began rolling down a steep hill. James chased after his little sister, but he didn't make it in time. The skateboard's wheels hit the small wall separating the grass from the pavement, and she screamed as she was thrown over the bushes and onto the hard ground behind them. Pain rocketed up her arm, and she wailed, unable to contain the pained cries from escaping her mouth as she clutched her arm, and tears rolled freely down her face.

James appeared at her side and lightly touched her arm, flinching when she sobbed as another round of agony shot through her entire arm.

"Dang it," he muttered. "It's broken."

James called Jennifer, who was still upstairs, and she was there within minutes, appearing at his side and checking on Ciara's arm.

"We'll take her to the hospital," Jennifer assured James. "Carry her to the car."

James lifted his sister off of the ground, careful of her broken arm, and carried her to the car, whispering soothing words to his whimpering sister.

"Try to rest, okay?" he murmured as he placed her in the back seat and slid in beside her. "We'll be at the hospital soon."

Ciara obeyed her brother and slipped into the unconsciousness that had been begging to claim her since she'd first sustained the injury.


When Ciara awakened, she had an orange cast wrapped around her arm and was surrounded by Jennifer, her brother, and his friends. Katie was there, too, but she stood a little farther away.

"Hey, Ciara," Logan murmured. "How are you feeling?"

Ciara shrugged. "Arm hurts. A little nauseous, but other than that, I'm okay."

Jennifer nodded. "The doctor said you might feel a little sick and obviously some pain. People react differently to the pain of broken bones."

Ciara nodded. "When are we going home?"

"The doctor wants to keep you for another few hours just for observation," Kendall stated. "After that, you're free to go."

"The cast should come off in six to eight weeks," Carlos added.

Ciara laughed. "You know, maybe I should take a leaf out of your book, Carlos, and start wearing a helmet wherever I go."

Carlos shrugged with a chuckle. "Hey, I haven't had a concussion since I started wearing it."

"Yes. Before that, he had four," Logan muttered. "Within one year."

Katie felt bad because if she had swallowed her discontent with the situation and played with Ciara, they wouldn't have been skateboarding. They would've been playing freeze tag or hide and seek or hula hooping or something like that. If she'd just playing with Ciara instead of being so stubborn, Ciara wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Katie stepped forward and held up a Sharpie. "May I?" she asked.

Everyone was surprised. Ever since Katie and Ciara met, Katie had shown nothing but animosity towards Ciara. No matter what anyone said or did, Katie refused to be kind to James's little sister, and after a certain point, everyone had simply given up. Katie would never become friends with Ciara; she wouldn't even show an ounce of kindness towards her. Katie absolutely refused to be nice to Ciara Diamond, and after several years of trying and failing, why should they continue to try when it obviously wasn't working?

And here Katie was, being nice to the injured Diamond sibling instead of calling her clumsy or ignoring her entirely. It threw them for a loop.

Ciara smiled and nodded.

Katie signed her name on Ciara's cast, and Ciara looked at the signature before noticing something else Katie had written.

I'm sorry.

Ciara knew Katie was apologizing for not playing with her and blamed herself for Ciara's injury, which she had a reason to blame herself. If Katie had played with Ciara, Ciara wouldn't have tried to skateboard and wouldn't have broken her arm. But Ciara wasn't one to hold grudges.

"You're forgiven," Ciara told Katie with a small smile, which Katie returned.


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Word Count: 2, 000 Words