A/N: WELCOME TO THE FIRST STORY OF MY OC OPEN CASTING!
I had to do this story because I saw one OC that could fit in like two spots and after asking her where she wanted her OC to go, she chose here and was COMPLETELY excited! Now don't worry, if you didn't make it to be the main OC, I might use you somehow in here so no worries.
Before we start the story, let's meet the OC. Created by FeverRomance this is Amber Hanson:
Full Name: Amber... Hanson. (I really don't like putting my real last name in a fic, haha)
Age (please remember, a lot of these are set in the present, unless you are told its in the future, please keep the girls close to their age): 19 years old. 20 if that fits better.
Birthday: December 29th.
Likes: Writing, reading, going out, hanging around with friends, taking pictures, horse back riding, swimming, going to concerts, chill out and just lean back, spending as less time as possible on her appearance, yet still looking good, be embraced.
Dislikes: Guys who know they look good and act like it, arrogance, ignorance, waking up too early, people who hurt others on purpose, her own jealousy and insecurity, fakes, hangovers and most of all, coffee.
Five Things Your OC Would Do (this means for sources of entertainment): Go to a concert, read a book, watch mindless tv, sneak out in the middle of the night to look at the stars, call some friends to hang out and do absolutely nothing.
Personality: Is maybe kind of a nerd sometimes, doesn't like to be betrayed, has major insecurity issues though she knows she's not ugly, is jealous a lot, has been hurt a lot throughout the years, lovable, can't take changes, is too nice to everyone and really can't be a bitch, ever, and would never hurt anyone on purpose.
Appearance (Celeb Face): Lets go for a mix between Ariana Grande and Beyonce; you get the picture. Curves, tan, dark hair.
Appearance (More Detailed): Again, curved. Not fat, just healthy curves (chest, hips, but thin legs). Tan skin, but not dark and not black either; think of Carlos, just a little lighter. Dark brown eyes, almost black. Darkbrown hair that has its own will; sometimes entirely straight, other times it curls like crazy.
Nationality: Dutch, but moved to LA to make a better life for herself there.
Goals: To be a succesful writer and is willing to do anything to achieve that. Does any job until she gets there, mainly involving taking care of people. To find the love of her life... Or at least a romance at all, even if it doesn't last. She wants to feel loved.
Fears: To never be loved, afraid of failure and afraid of changes. Also slightly terrified of death.
Hobbies: Writing, reading, swimming... Actually, the likes I put up are mainly hobbies, too.
History (only if needed for stories that ask for it, mainly ones with * ): Lived in the Netherlands but felt out of place there. Wanted to go to England but due to occasion and an offer from a famous writer she couldn't refuse, moved to Los Angeles instead, where she's trying to build a life and settle down. Up to you and the story if the offer from the writer went well (or if she went nursing while trying to write a novel... just saying, haha)
BTR Boy in Preference Order (In case you apply for a story that has all four guys, you might fit with someone else in the story. If you are applying for one with just one guy, put that one guys name): James. James. James. James. James. Hahaha, no, but really. James, Logan, Kendall, Carlos. (sorry Carlitos)
Five Things Your OC Would Say:
"I like you so much better when you're naked, I like me so much better when we're naked!" (LOL)
"Chill out for a moment and catch your breath before you speak to me again."
"But for my dreams, I'd do anything. And you should feel the same way."
"Hurt the ones I love and I hurt you."
"Tell me I am beautiful."
Style:
Hipster. Just because. Mixed in such a way that her feminine sides show well, though.
Favorite Color(s):
Pink, black, purple.
Least Favorite Color(s):
brown, yellow.
Chain Reaction Chapter One
"He had me in a zone,
when he started to show me things
I never saw before.
Babe it was cool, but I knew it was game.
Helluva a cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips
And touched my hips, I knew that he was slick.
You make me sick,
I want you and I'm hating it"
-Pink "You Make Me Sick"
Amber Hanson wasn't the average girl at all. In fact she was opposite of normal. She was a nerd yet spoke fluent sarcasm like it was her first language. That was the weird part of it, English wasn't her first language either. She was very fluent in it, but the Dutch beauty had learned English, yet her accent remained lightly. Amber was given a lot in her short life, being talented with writing. In her home in the Netherlands, she was offered to become a writer when she was transitioning to move to England. Instead she took the offer and moved to Los Angeles. That brings her here, the pool of the Palm Woods.
Amber didn't look nineteen years old, she never looked her age and she loved it. Sure it was a curse to look painfully young, but it brought her here to the Palmwoods. This is the home of the soon to be stars, and it would be the perfect thing to write about. What is it like for the up and coming stars that are bound to hit the music, movie and television scene? What kind of personalities and drama happens? What are the mothers and fathers like? What are the people in general like? It was an expose kind of a book, ones that the general public thrived on and the energy itself was what kept Amber going in the long run.
So here sat Amber at the Palmwoods pool, her writing book in hand. Her long locks of dark brown tied into a messy bun and shades covering her face. Biting her bottom lip she stared at the words that were on the page. The pen was in her hand, but it wouldn't seem to make words come alive. She had to play it off as a songwriter who was waiting for her big break. A guitar player and an actress on the side, waiting for her big break. The words on the page just so...him.
"As I walk around being one of them, I notice the habits of some and others and laugh. Why the sudden need to worry about how you look or who likes you? Sure, in the entertainment world it all boils down to looks over talent, but there's some that blind one with the other. Take my subject, James Diamond. Member of the hit super group Big Time Rush. He's often seen with either a mirror or what he refers to as his 'lucky comb'. He believes he's the most handsome being in the Palmwoods, hitting on anything of the opposite sex with his slick lines that make me feel anything but wanting to swoon over him. He oozes a sex appeal so thickly, I often want to look away and dry heave, yet he knows he can captivate a person where you can't turn away..."
"What are you writing?" Amber heard behind her. Jumping up in her seat and skin, she closed her book and held her hand over her heart. She knew that voice better than anyone else in the Palmwoods.
There he stood with his flawless smile. His brown hair perfectly combed and tossled where it looked like he put so much effort, yet none at all. His hazel eyes shining under his always pink rosy cheeks. The tall frame full of muscle and screamed sex appeal consealed behind a black v-neck graphic tee with a baby blue design and his favorite charcoal gray jeans and matching black sneakers. He was chuckling at her, and Amber wanted to do nothing but melt in his presense. He was none other than the subject on the page she was just writing, James Diamond of Big Time Rush. The boy was a mere seventeen, two years her junior but with looks like that, Amber could care less. Yet that was what she hated; Amber was so attracted to the physical aspect of who he is and yet despised what he personified.
James came off as a ladies man, who was destined to break hearts and use his charm and good looks to lure a girl in before breaking her heart. That made her sick, but when he would look at her like she was different, like she was something he'd never seen before her heart would melt and defenses would disable for a second in time. Scratching his head for literally three of Amber's rapid heartbeats, he chuckled and moved over to the lounge chair next to Amber "I didn't mean to give you a heart attack"
"Yeah well you did, which isn't cool Diamond" Amber spat back. Her defenses were up, and she knew she had to keep them up. Moving the strand of hair that fell from her messy bun out of her face, she sighed and removed the hair tie letting her hair fall. Her eyes were on James, while his eyes were glued on her. She wasn't sure if he was staring because of the clothing she wore, which was rather minimal at this point. It was the hottest day in LA and the tight light blue tank that covered her halter white bikini top and short blue shorts, displayed her curves. Or was James looking at her because he thought she was pretty? Amber quickly dismissed the latter, because he was James. "What brings you down here? You know besides giving me a heart attack?"
James chuckled and leaned forward "Its ridiculously hot upstairs and even with the air conditioner on, I felt like I needed to come down to the pool" he explained easily, pulling his comb out of his pocket. Amber rolled her eyes, because of course it took him to ruin the moment. "Isn't it hot out here for you too?"
"I'll manage" Amber sighed. Looking out the corner of her eye, she saw James smirk. "As for what I was writing before you decided to add 'murderer' into your job listing, I was working on a new song" Amber lied. Biting the inside of her bottom lip she sighed "But like all the rest of my book, I think its a fail waiting to happen"
"Why don't you let me see them?" James asked as he stood up. Amber looked up at his towering frame. She was tall, but it was mostly all leg since they went on forever. James hovered over her head, standing behind her chair and chuckling as he reached down for her book that she clutched closely to her. "I can help you, I happen to know words you know?"
"How else would you speak Diamond?" Amber laughed. James' hands reached for her book. Playfully swatting him away, she laughed "James Diamond, away from my top secret book if you like your life" she laughed as he started to playfully try to pry the book out of her hands "James, back away will you?" she laughed before she heard his name.
A blonde, some new chick. She sauntered by, switching her hips and eyeing James up and down, sizing him up with her eyes of green. Amber wanted to throw up at how she practically threw herself at James without saying any words. How sad was she? James stopped playing with Amber and chuckled "Looks like the new girl needs my attention, be right back" he spoke in a husy deep tone and wandered off behind the blonde.
And that was the first link, the first broken link to make Amber sick to her stomach and make the walls build up again. James wasn't into her, he was into the girls who threw themselves at him at the drop of a dime. Picking up her work in progress of a book she opened up the page as she looked over at James who was currently schmoozing the new girl.
"Its people, mainly guys like James Diamond who disappoint me for the future generation of heart throbs. What happened to the guys of the younger generation, my generation? The Justin Timberlakes and the Nick Carters of the world who were wholesome and down to earth? People like James Diamond are the ones who place such a burden on girls, because he goes for the ones who flatter his charm instead of the good girls with a head on their shoulders. The epitome of guys that often come out to be the bad guy of the group."
Sighing she closed the book and walked away, oblivious to James looking at her walk away.
