Okay, So I've been obsessing over this show. I don't know it's a pretty funny show, and the guys are just hot. And this idea came to mind after watching a few episodes. I really do hope you guys like it. I actually had some fun writing this. I guess this chapter is a bit of a preview or something. So please review and let me know if it's good or not, if it's not then...well I'll keep writing just cause it's fun to write lol. Your opinions are very important to me, but it's not gonna stop me from writing Dx.
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Disclaimer: Okay...I usually never do this. Cause I think it's totally stupid. So I'm only writing this once and just for this one story since there is so many things in this story I definitely do not own.
So now that is cleared. I do not own Big Time Rush or any other famous person you might recognize, or any songs or anything. I just own my characters and my ideas.
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Hailey Casablancas
10:39 p.m. Union Square, New York City
"There's only butterflies…"
Sweat dripped down the faces of the band that was currently on the brightly lit small stage as they did what they loved to do. The lights passed the sea of people; a slight fog surrounding everyone as the scent of herbs reached their noses, someone obviously had lit up and was definitely sharing. The crowd screamed the lyrics to the words right back as Julian Casablancas, front man to The Strokes sung his heart out. Julian's sunglasses were in place as his voice did that growly thing that makes him such a good singer. Nick Valenci's and Albert Hammond Jr's guitars shredded to the song while the great bassist that is Nikolai Fraiture kept the song together. The curly crazy hair bouncing to the beat Fabrizio Moretti's drums created as he pounded on them with much force. The song reached the second verse, the sweaty crowd never failing to forget the words. The meaning to "Someday" getting lost in the mass of people moving as the cymbals crashed repeatedly making it hard not to dance to the beat.
Hailey Casablancas stared on from the sides of the cramped venues backstage as her brother rocked the New York City venue known as The Fillmore. She herself was dancing to the beat of what was one of her favorite loved being who she was. So what if she was known as Julian Casablancas little sister, it didn't bother her much. He was a great older brother who had fought for her custody when their parents separated and made her life living hell. Also, he was a fricken rock star; the modesty practically pouring through her veins. She was only seventeen and has possibly traveled nearly everywhere, from across the states, all the way to Japan, then to Europe with her rock star brother because as he would put it "I didn't fight for you just so could stay home like a bum". Hailey had met so many people while touring with her brother, so many of the bands she grew up listening to, or recently got into were now friends with her. That alone was just awesome, Julian had done so much for her, and there was just no point in complaining.
Hailey smiled as the crowd continued to sing and dance to every single word, their joyful screams filling her with excitement. She laughed as one girl -screaming her brother's name at the top of her lungs- was dropped trying to crowd surf her way towards the front of the stage. Hailey began to dance like she would if she were in the crowd, with not a single care in the world. She jumped slightly grabbing onto the pair of eye glasses that slowly slid off her nose. Without them she was as blind as a bat; her hair began sticking to her face from the heat emanating from the whole room as an arm wrapped its self around her shoulder and pulled Hailey to the person's side.
Matt Helders half hugged the person he grew to love as his best friend and little sister. Most likely because one, she wasn't legal, and two, Julian and the rest of the guys would kill him if he ever tried anything with her. He gave the brunette a kiss on the head as she continued to scream out the words to the song, her gaze never tearing from the stage. He himself turned his head to admire the people that had inspired him and his friends to be who they were now, The Arctic Monkeys. Matt stared at the tall six foot two front man then down at the petite five foot two girl next to him. They were siblings yet Julian was the giant and little Hailey was a pixie. The only things that they had remotely similar were their brown eyes and their brown messy hair. Hailey grinned as Matt began to scream out the lyrics with her. Julian turned his head to look at them, their screams loud enough to get his attention. He turned his head back to the crowd with a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to sing.
"When are you going to be out there?" The Sheffield native said, his accent causing Hailey's slight smirk to grow. She just loved the British accent even though it made her feel so plain with her semi New York one that nearly everyone in this city owned.
"I don't know…you think I can rock that crowd like he can?" Hailey turned back to the crowd, people screamed out for her brother, for her friends. She wanted that, she wanted to just make people happy with her music. Just like they were doing now.
"There's only one way to find out now ain't there." Matt said bobbing his head to the beat of the drums. Hailey stared at the crowd in longing, she wanted to do this. She needed to.
1:00 a.m. Time Square Red Stairs (A/N: I've no idea what they're called…but did you know that they are infested with rats? Shit's gross…especially after a long day of standing and you really want to sit and…sorry… o.o)
The city that never sleeps. That's exactly what this place was. It was one in the morning and people were still bustling around the streets. The bright lights with all the Broadway posters lit their way to there destinations. The cold December air feeling good against Hailey's skin compared to the sweaty clammy heat she was feeling in the venue. Some of the members and roadies from the bands that had just played decided to hang out after the concert, tonight's show being their last from their U.S tour. She smiled as her brother hugged his wife close to him. Juliette was like the older sister she always wanted, she was glad that her brother had found true love.
Hailey's attention was quickly captivated by her best friend, Matt, as he flirted with some random girl that just so happened to be out with her friends on this chilly night. Hailey began to laugh when the girl turned down Matt and pushed her friends forward to get them to start walking. Her amusement was short lived as a leather jacket slammed into her face.
"Put the jacket on Hails, I don't want to hear you complaining later on that you're sick." Hailey grabbed the jacket from her face and pouted, grumbling to herself about how Julian was mean, and how much he hated her guts. She pulled the sleeve to her wrist covering the "Float On" tattoo with the leather, one of many on her body. She smiled inwardly when she noticed that it was her jacket he had been carrying the whole time they had been walking.
"Bet I can reach the top before you." Matt said as he paced himself with Hailey, the red stairs nearing her view. A devious look twinkled in her eyes while the right corner of her lips turned upwards into her infamous smirk.
"You're on Brit."
"That's slightly offensive."
"I kind of don't care, on your marks!" Hailey said abruptly in her best British accent she could muster, placing her hand in front of his chest to stop him from walking.
"Get set!" She felt Matt lightly push against her arm, ready to win this race. Hailey always seemed very calm, but when with her friends, she's just as silly as they were, and a bit of a cheater.
She pushed off his body and ran maneuvering her way past the people that just wouldn't move. "Go!"
Hailey laughed as Matt yelled out a mean word in his British dialect, she turned her head around only to find Matt right behind her. She'd forgotten he was fast. Nearly tripping over one of the stairs, Hailey forced herself to climb faster when she saw Matt from her peripherals. She was nearing the last step when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, lift her up, and place her on the previous to the last step before letting go.
"I win!" Matt said his hands up in the air in victory. He turned to the pouting teen and smiled triumphantly, "That's what you get for cheating!"
Hailey glared at one of her best friends, he had also cheated, and that just wasn't fair.
"I was supposed to win you wanker!" Hailey yelled, her glare intensifying when Matt roared with laughter and hugged the petite girl.
"You've been hanging out with us too much Hailey; we're a bad influence on you." Hailey smiled and pushed him away as he ruffled her hair.
"…I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine. I've got a love and I know that it's all mine…" The song boomed from a Rav4 at the light, the tone deaf voices of the teenage girls in the car catching Hailey's attention.
"Do what you want but you're never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me oh, oh, oh." Matt said singing along to the song. Hailey stared at him with confusion and disgust before smirking and singing along with him. "Take me away! A secret place! A sweet escape! Take me away!" The indie rockers –Matt more than Hailey- laughed as they continued to sing to the pop song. Hailey danced down the stairs with Matt in tow. She was then stopped by a hand to her shoulder.
"Hailey, if you don't do something about that voice then I will." Hailey looked at the older guy with a slight look of anger and a whole lot of confusion. She hated to be threatened, even if she didn't know why she was.
"What the hell are you talking about? I don't sing that badly." Her eyebrows furrowed as Matt smiled.
"No. You have a great voice that needs to be heard, if Julian doesn't produce you then I will." Hailey smiled a genuine smile, something that is rarely seen. She looked down towards the bottom of the steps at her brother laughing at something Fabrizio was saying, his wife never leaving his side.
"I don't want to be produced because of you guys, if I'm to do this, it's on my own. And there is no way Jules would let me…You know that Matt." Hailey said disappointedly, Music meant the world to her but she wasn't going to be produced just because she was Julian Casablancas little sister. She'd get no credit, only her brother's. Even if she didn't mind being called that from time to time, when it came to something as serious as music that just wasn't an option for her. She had to make a name for herself.
"Have you ever even asked him?" Matt raised his eyebrows at the younger girl, knowing the answer. Hailey didn't like imposing people, it just wasn't who she was, especially if they've done nothing but be nice towards her. Matt pulled on her hand towards the bottom of the stairs and stood right in front of Julian.
"Your sister has a great voice and needs to be produced." Matt stated matter factually. Julian nodded his head in agreement and turned his gaze to Hailey.
"I know she does, I just don't know why she hasn't asked me to produce her or something; I thought maybe she didn't want to be in the music business." Julian replied, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"Of course I want to be in the music business! I love music, it's all I know. You guys taught me how to play a whole bunch of different instruments, I'm on the road with you 24/7, I know every lyric to all your songs, and I've even helped you write some of them." Hailey said, her excitement getting the best of her as she remembered helping Julian with "11th Dimension" from his solo album. "All I want to do is music."
Julian smiled and ruffled her hair like he always would since they were little.
"Alright, we have vacation now anyways. We'll get you to the studio, I'll pro-"
"No." Hailey cut in before Julian could finish his sentence, pushing up her sliding glasses quite nerdily. "You did it on your own, with no help from Mother or Father. You made a name for yourself Jules. I want to do the same…I want people to know me for me and then when they Wiki me they'll be all like 'Whaaaaaaaaaaaat Julian Casablancas is her brother!' not the other way around."
"Yeah but I wasn't a seventeen year old girl when we decided on music as a career." Hailey's eyes widened, her thumb pointing towards Matt, startling him.
"He was!" Matt coughed, not really wanting to get in the middle of a Casablancas brother sister dispute.
"That I was, but…I do believe I have a penis." Matt said referring to the girl bit.
"Shut your mouth you fricken clitoris." Hailey said mumbling the last part to herself though she knew everyone near her heard it.
"I won't let you do it by yourself, plus where are you planning to get produced?" Julian said getting irritated at the whole situation. There was no way he was going to let his little sister do something like this all by herself, not without help from him or someone he trusts.
"She could go to L.A. There's always agents and shit around there." Fabrizio said, earning a glare from his longtime friend. He had also been in Hailey's life for a long time, he cared for her as a sister, but he also wanted her to be happy. Hailey smiled and pointed to her nose with one hand while the other pointed at Fab, nodding at his suggestion.
"Come on Julian. If it's about me being alone then you don't have to worry about it. I can think of a few people to come along with me..." Hailey smiled deviously as she thought of her other best friends, the ones who were so far, but always there for her. She had the three greatest best friends a girl her age could ever ask for, and she knew they would say yes to her plan. Julian stared at her stoically, contemplating whether or not to let her do this. His thoughts cut off as all of his friends began to agree with the short girl in front of him, he knew they were right. She was going to leave him sometime soon; he just didn't know it would be this soon. Julian was taken from his reverie when he felt a kiss at his cheek; he turned to look at his wife and smiled.
"She'll be okay babe, one of her friends lives near L.A. anyways. Her parents will be nearby. She needs to grow up." Juliette's words sunk into Julian harder than expected. But she was right, as most of the time. Juliette was like his conscience, she always knew what to say. Julian sighed and ran a hand through his hair; he smiled at his baby sister and nodded.
"Fine. But I want a call every week; I don't care if you're on the toilet. You will call me. And you're taking Mason, because I'm not taking care of him, and he's yours." Hailey screamed in joy and jumped to hug her brother wrapping her legs around her waist. Her thoughts going to her two year old English mastiff at home, Mason, He was her protector whenever Julian couldn't be there.
"I promise I will, I'll make sure I'm taking a crap while I do so! I love you so much Julian! You're the greatest brother in the world!" Julian laughed as he heard the sarcasm that never failed to slip from Hailey's lips. Julian let her go and kissed the top of her head, she then turned and hugged Juliette, and everyone else there before taking out her phone to do god knows what.
Charlie Boyd
10:00ish p.m. Los Angeles, California
"Doo doo doo doo doo…Time together isn't ever quite enough. I don't know the words to his fricken part. What will it take to make or break this hint of love?" Charlotte "Charlie" Boyd semi sung the words to the song while walking towards her room, not noticing someone was listening in.
"You should probably learn the lyrics instead of making them up as you go, Charles." Brandon, her older brother teased while placing his suitcase and bags near the entrance to the house, using the nickname he had given her when they were younger. Charlie sighed dramatically and threw herself on top of his suit case.
"Blame the music industry for my lyrical mishaps dear older brother. The song has been stuck in my head all day." The Incubus front man rolled his eyes as he stared down at the brunette girl, pushing her off the suitcase and smiling when he heard her squeal in surprise. Charlie stood up from her seat off the ground only to be pushed down by her other brother Jason. He grinned as he continued on his way towards the living room, his own suitcase and bags waiting near the entrance door. It wasn't always fun being the baby, but then again.
"Mom! Jason's being a jerk for no reason." Charlie said while smiling at her brother, lifting herself up with no help from any of them. Her grin widening as she heard her mother scolding her middle child.
"I want to go too; I haven't been on tour with you since like...forever. And you're going to Europe! It's not fair." Charlie complained as Brandon followed Jason towards their mother.
"Yeah well, no one told you to be seventeen and be in school." Jason retorted. The eldest brother laughed at Jason's theory.
"Yup, that's why; blame her for being born a year too late and for trying to be smart." Jason playfully punched Brandon as they walked past the many paintings Brandon had done, finally reaching the living room where their mother was reading a book.
Dolly Boyd smiled at her children, she couldn't be more proud of them. They knew what they wanted, they were all determine, strong headed, although some traits could be seemed as flaws, to Dolly, they were just perfect. Her eldest sons didn't live with her anymore, but they did come for some vacation time and to say goodbye for their tour of course. Her youngest and only female came to sit next to her, resting her head on her shoulder like she would whenever she wanted something.
"Can I go with my big brothers mommy?" Charlie said with a slight puppy eye look her brown eyes had mastered throughout the years. Dolly lightly patted her daughter's brown locks and smiled.
"Nope, but you do have my permission to take out the trash. I believe you've had it since 6 p.m., and it is now 10 Charlotte. Get to it."
Charlie sighed as her mother used her name with a stern look, which was never a good sign. She smiled as she looked at her too tall brothers, though she wasn't that far off at five foot seven.
"Why can't you ask your sons to do it? They are more than capable, and much stronger than I." Dolly rolled her eyes at Charlie, her daughter was always very sneaky, and growing up with only brothers of course she'd have to be. But she wasn't going to get out of it that easily.
"Now Charl-"
Charlie's ringtone cut Dolly's words short, the words to Sublime's "What I got" filling the room. Charlie smiled at the phone, thanking whoever it was that was calling her at the perfect hour. Her smile grew as she saw one of her best friend's picture on the cell phones Caller I.D.
"I'm sorry mom, but I must take this." Charlie ran towards her room, pressing the green button as she did so.
"Yo!" Charlie's short greeting was received with an excited one.
"Charlie! I'm going to L.A. to be produced with no help of Julian, well besides the living arrangements, he agreed but he said I can't be alone, so you better come live with me wherever it is he decides to place us." Hailey's voice although soft at times, was loud and clear quickly exciting Charlie. She was bored being at home anyways, and she was sure her mother would agree. Her passion was to sing like her brothers, but her mother wanted her to finish school.
"Hails, I know exactly where we can stay, Brandon stayed there once and he said that there was a whole bunch of teens and they had a school for those that need it, so my mom can't say shit about school." Charlie says just as excited, completely ignoring Hailey's reply to the school thing. The New Yorker didn't care as long as her friends were there with her and she was creating music, but it did also help since she was home schooled by Juliette, and now could interact with other people her age.
"Okay, I'm so in. Wait put Julian on so he could tell my mom."
"Okay! Julian!" Charlie moved the phone away from her ear as Hailey screamed at the top of her lungs to drown out the noise of the New York citizens.
Charlie ran back towards the living room, greeting Julian quickly before putting her mother on the phone. It had been fifteen minutes later when her mother finished her conversation with the Strokes front man, including her eldest brother. Dolly gave the phone back to her daughter, and smiled at her.
"Hello?" Charlie said into the receiver, she was answered by Hailey's squeal.
"Your mom said yes!" Both girls began to scream and jump for joy from across the country. Their dreams would soon come true, now all they needed was the rest of the four to come together. Charlie's jumping had seized as Hailey ordered her to "pack her shit and get ready for the best days of her life."
The youngest Boyd hung up the phone and ran to her mom hugging her tightly.
"Thank you m-"
"Not so fast young lady. I agreed but under my terms. You will be alone in that apartment with your friends, but you will call me or at least text me every day. Do you understand? Also thank your brother, he was the one that convinced me, and thank Julian. He said you guys are doing this on your own, finding your own record label and everything, so you better stick to it Charlotte. And, I or your father will be checking in on you guys every month. Got it?"
Charlie jumped in excitement, joy, and plain happiness. She had been wanting this for so long, to finally do what she wanted to, without any help from her famous brothers. She nodded to all the terms and hugged her mother again.
"Thank you so much mom, I really do appreciate everything you do for me," The slightly tall girl whipped around and attacked Brandon with a huge hug. "Thank you so much Brandon. I fricken love you!"
She jumped off and hugged Jason even though he didn't have much of a part in it, she was just so happy. Charlie ran to her room screaming in joy, ready to start packing.
"Hold it!" Charlie suddenly stopped, her hand stretched out to push her bedroom door open. She turned around and faced her mother once more. Her smile slowly fading as she saw her brothers grin that evil grin whenever they knew Charlie was about to get in trouble, or about to do something she really didn't want too. Her smile was completely gone as soon as she heard the next words.
"Trash. Now." Charlie's head fell in defeat. There was no escaping the nasty Hefty.
Liz Followill
11:50ish p.m. Nashville, Tennessee
Her delicate porcelain looking fingers lightly picked on the strings to the Ibanez acoustic. Her bright blue eyes closed from the world, all she needed was to hear the music she was creating. Liz Followill continued to play along to one of her favorite songs, "With Strangers" by Little Joy. Her eyelids open as she stared down at her phone, 11:55. Her seventeenth birthday was nearing at its end. Liz rose from her seat on the sofa, her gaze turning towards the entrance door. She sighed for the umpteenth time that day.
They had promised to be here for her birthday, and they were nowhere in sight. She understood that they were very busy. But they could have at least made some time for their younger sister, even if it was just five minutes. Liz plopped back down on the seat, her dark red long curls flying everywhere, it was 11:57, and there was no way in hell that they could get here in three minutes.
"Elizabeth, you have school tomorrow, they're not coming. Give it up and go to bed!" Liz cringed as she heard her mother yell. Her mother was a very sweet lady, but she was just so over protective. Especially after she found out what Liz wanted to do with her life. Her brother's encouraged her; they were a band themselves along with their cousin. They had named their band after their grandfather, Kings of Leon. They were successful and happy with their life choice. But her mother wanted her to go to college. She said she didn't have to copy everything her brothers did.
Liz didn't want to copy them; she just wanted to be happy. She wanted to create music, and make people dance, and feel good. She didn't want to be stuck getting a degree for something and then working in retail for the rest of her life.
11:59. Her phone began to buzz next to her leg, causing Liz to look away from the digital clock on the cable box. The face of one of her best friends showed up sticking her tongue out with her brother's signature sunglasses and a not so modest finger greeting her. Hailey.
"Hello?" Liz moved the phone away from her ear as the wind made it hard for her to hear.
"What? Hailey? Dude I can't hear a single word you're saying." Liz turned up the volume to its highest setting on the phone, and patiently waited as the brunette from New York tried to speak as calmly as possible.
"Hails, it's not possible, you know how my mom is. She won't let me. And the only ones that could calm her down are Nathan or Caleb. And they aren't here. So…" Liz was cut off as her best friend eagerly thought up of a plan, Hailey wasn't known that much for her plans, she was the calm, rational one. But when she needed it and Charlie wasn't there, she could come up with a great plan.
"Liz it's okay! I spoke to your brothers, well Jules did. They're gonna get you out of there. You're coming to live with me, until we have everything organized, then they'll deal with your mom. It's fool proof. They're packing the essentials that you might need from your room; one of them is probably going to text you then all you gotta do is make a run for the front door." Hailey said a smirk in place as she reminisced on how great her plan truly was. It would make Charlie proud.
"So, you and my brothers organized a kidnapping…And I'm the kid?" Liz whispered yelled, lowering her voice so her mother wouldn't hear.
"You bet your ass you are! So don't be mad at your brother for missing out on your birthday." Hailey said while glancing down at her watch not really looking at the time, just more of a habit.
"The plan is pretty good." Liz smiled as Hailey agreed with her excitedly and questionably with a, "Right! Okay, Just wait by your phone, put your shoes on. And when you get the text that says go. Run Forest! Run!" Hailey finished with her best southern accent, causing Liz to roll her eyes. She knew she was making fun of her, it's just how Hailey was, if she made fun of you, then you were so in. Liz did have a bit of a southern drawl, but it wasn't that noticeable. Unless she was pissed. Liz soon hung up the phone excited for the text message. She threw herself on the bed pretending to be sleeping as she heard footsteps enter the living room.
"Elizabeth are you deaf? I said…" Betty-Ann, her mother stopped short as she saw her youngest resting peacefully. She turned back around, a small smile on her lips as she headed towards the closet to find a blanket for her daughter. She knew she was hard on her, but she wanted her to be successful, even though her sons were, she knew she could do something else besides music.
Liz opened her eyes as she heard the footsteps creep away, the buzzing in her phone indicating the text from one of her brothers. She looked at her phone and saw it read "Jared: Go!"
Liz jumped from the sofa, her shoes already in place. She grabbed onto her guitar that her brothers had bought her when she was younger and ran as fast as she could. Her heart beating faster as she heard her mother's footsteps returning back to the living room.
Elizabeth threw open the door to her house and ran as fast as she could to her brothers black pickup truck. They laughed as she handed her guitar to Jared, and flew head first into the back seat, landing on Matthew.
Jared quickly climbed in and Nathan floored it. It was quiet for about two minutes. They had just semi kidnapped their baby sister. The silence was killed by a roar of laughter.
"That was some 007 shit Bethie." Liz laughed at what Jared had said; slightly blushing at the embarrassing nickname they all had given her when she was younger.
"Shuddap. It was fun though; we should totally do that again." Liz jumped excitedly in between her brother and cousin.
"Happy belated birthday Bethie!" They all said to the seventeen year old, she smiled at her family. They had given her the best present ever.
Amery Martin
10:00ish a.m. London, England
The sun had risen a long while ago, Amery Martin along with it. She lay on her bed; fully clothed and bathed, her lips softly moving to the Breaking Benjamin song in the background, her blue eyes staring up at the white ceiling. She wouldn't be able to sleep with all the commotion going on in the living room. Her father was having some sort of get together with his pals from work. Just to praise her eldest brother Chris. Day in and day out, it was always Chris this, Chris that. Did you know that Coldplay was nominated for three Grammies? Not including the seven they already had of course. Amery sure did, because it's all her father ever talked about. She loved her older brother, of course she did. It's her brother. The first thing he gave her when he finally got that whopping paycheck was a brand new grand piano. She and her brother had the same passion for the instrument and music in general. But to her father, it was only Chris. And every time she tried to show him that she could too just like Chris, he would say she wasn't good enough. Deep down it would really hurt Amery, but she would just put on a smile, -because being sad just wasn't her thing- and tried harder until her father would see how good she really was.
"How can I believe when this cloud hangs over me, you're the part of me that I don't wanna see…" Loud laughter cut through the peaceful song, she rolled her eyes as she heard Chris's name five times in the same sentence. Man, his ear must be itching.
Amery giggled softly at the thought of her older brother scratching his ear like a dog. The five foot nothing, sixteen year old blonde rose from her bed and towards her door. She knew she was probably going to regret that, but she was damn thirsty and needed some water before she died of dehydration.
The laughter was even louder as her door creaked open; she lightly stepped into the hallway that lead to the dreadful living room, the only path to get to the kitchen. She exhaled slowly, preparing herself for the worst. You always had to whenever it came to her father.
Her feet lightly padded on the blue soft carpet that was just recently installed, compliments to her big bro Chris; actually the whole house was complimented to Chris. She reached the Living room entrance and inhaled deeply then exhaling slowly once more. Her head was looking down to the floor, as she walked hoping that none of her father's co-workers would bother with her.
"I didn't know you had a daughter mate, all I ever hear about is Chris." The voice nearly made Amery stop in her tracks, but she knew what would come of it if she waited for her father to answer, though her father wasn't quite considerate enough to even lower his voice.
"That's my youngest, Amery. She didn't exactly get any talent. She's jealous of her brother, doesn't really talk much." What hurt Amery wasn't the fact that he thought she was jealous of Chris, she really wasn't; she was proud of being his sister. It wasn't that her father said she had no talent, it just encouraged her to be even better, she knew she had some sort of talent. What hurt was the fact that when he stated her as his youngest child, he said it with no pride or joy. He said it just to say it. Amery slowly did her breathing exercise once more to stop the sadness from overwhelming her. She grabbed her glass of water and turned back towards her bed room, a smile in place as she passed the heard of men.
When she finally reached her destination, Amery sipped from her glass and shakily placed it on her writing table. She walked towards her bed and grabbed her phone, her thumbs moving fast as she wrote her thoughts to one of her best friends, Liz. She knew it was probably four or five in the morning and also knew Liz wasn't going to respond anytime soon, but she needed to get her feelings out. Especially to someone who knew about having a jerk for a parent. The phone buzzed a few seconds after she sent the message, surprising Amery. Liz had written back an essay, Amery sighed as she began to read. She wasn't as fast as a reader and it was going to take a while.
Amery smiled as she read the last of the message, a giggle escaping her lips as she reread the last sentence.
I'll most likely be getting your response a year or two later since I decided to write a novel. ;D
Her friends knew her too well. Her thumbs were on fire as she responded to Liz; Hailey had concocted a great plan, to be in the states with her best friends doing things on their own. She needed this, it's not like anyone would care if she was gone anyways. Well besides Chris, but he would understand, he would want her to do this.
Just as her thumb pressed the send button, a picture of Hailey Casablancas hogged the screen to her phone. Amery accepted the call and grinned as her friend greeted her.
"How's my favourite red coat doing? Did you hear that? I used the British/English/UK-ish way of saying favourite." Hailey said with a smirk. She really wasn't a bully, she meant no harm in her words, she would always apologize, and she would never let it get too far out of hand.
"Ahhh Hailey, of course it has to be you. You're the only person that could possibly offend and compliment someone at the same time, without them knowing of course." Amery rolled her eyes as she heard the exaggerated gasp coming from the other end of the phone.
"I, Hailey Casablancas, could never offend anyone. I am far too nice."
"Yeah, in your mind maybe. What is it that you want dear friend of mine?" The native Britain said before Hailey could retort.
"Did you get Liz's message?" Hailey asked, Amery concurred she had, and had agreed to go with them. The blonde quickly moved the phone away from her ear as she heard the older girl yell in excitement.
"Well start packing red coat and get your ass to Charlie's until our living arrangements are settled." Amery began to bounce on her bed, it was finally coming true, her dreams of being an artist, and of shoving it into her father's face.
"Liz just told me, I thought you or Charlie didn't want me there since I got a text and not a call!" Amery said feigning anger. She never really got angry, just more determined than ever. Amery was just a happy person, and the only ones who saw her sad side were her best friends. Amery's thoughts of escape and happiness and pretending were cut off by Hailey's laughter.
"Ames, we've known each other for like six years."
"Seven actually…" Amery smiled even more as Hailey continued without missing a beat.
"Seven years, we're not bound to let you fend off the jerk of your pops by yourself. So get the packing! Julian spoke to Chris, he's paying for your plane ride to Charlie's and the plane leaves in about two hours. Hurry up!" The line went dead as Amery jumped from her bed and towards her closet, grabbing everything she might need. She was finally getting as far away as she could from the hell hole with her best friends. They were going to pursue their dreams, and were going to make them happen. No matter what.
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