*AN* This is an alternate plot line of how my OC might have met Katie. The original idea I had isnt uploaded yet. "Opportunities" was a real nice story but its just my OC's backstory and her rise to fame. The original meeting has to do with something they may or may not have remembered. I'll upload it as soon as it is written however I have a few other stories in line after this.*

"Carlos! Control your dog!" James yelled from his bunk. It was touring time again but this time Carlos and James decided to bring their dogs. Carlos had 2 dogs at home already but adopted a 3rd, a large Doberman named Bullet. He was a super friendly dog and loved to cuddle and get attention but he had personal space issues. He never knew when to leave people alone, or just sit still and be quiet. Bullet was full of energy too and would often play with James' dog, a miniature schnauzer, Pepper, but because of the size difference, it wasn't hard for Bullet to play too rough and cause a yelp from Pepper.

James would get mad at Bullet and a little frustrated at Carlos. Bullet was way more than anyone could handle and it was just too much work to keep up with him and care for him while on tour. James wasn't prepared for this. Carlos brought Bullet with him not only because Bullet was the newest edition but because Bullet was actually his dog. The other two dogs were his family's dogs which were back home in Minnesota.

"Carlos!" James yelled again. Bullet was climbing into James bunk, looking for attention but James wanted no part of it, he just wanted to take a nap. Carlos wasn't on the bus to hear James call and out of frustration he just shoved Bullet down, making him land on the floor with a thud. He jumped out after him and dragged Bullet to the back room, locking him inside. Bullet barked a few times but quickly quieted down and James got some Z's. He was woken up seemingly a few minutes later, although it was actually just over an hour, to Kendall yelling profanities.

"What the fuck! Dammit Bullet! Carlos!" Kendall yelled. Logan's voice wasn't far behind.

"Carlos!" Logan called out. James threw the curtain on his bunk back to see the two of them coming by from the back room.

"What's going on?" James asked

"Bullet destroyed the back room, there's literally nothing left!" Logan said

"The furniture is destroyed, all our electronics are chewed up, and he pissed all over the place." Kendall added

"I've had it with that dog. He's got to go." Logan continued. "Have you seen Carlos?"

"I saw him this morning but I don't know where he went." James replied.

"If you see him, tell him to do something about that dog. This is the last straw." Logan said.

"Got it." James said. He watched as they left the bus, Bullet following until the door slammed in his face, then he just sat there looking depressed. Out of curiosity, James jumped down to check the damage and the guys were right, it was a massacre. Pieces of fabric, foam, plastic, paper, and wood were scattered all over. Parts of the carpet were soaked and now discolored where Bullet had marked his territory. The furniture was scratched, chipped, ripped and broken. Bullet even managed to rip one of the doors off the cabinets trying to get to the snack shelf and he did succeed for some of it. All the food was gone that he could reach. He ate chocolate, fruit snacks, pretzels and even some of the wrappers. Bullet was going to get very sick after all this, he might not even make it but no one really cared about that right now. All their things were destroyed and they were pissed.

Carlos came back, after already hearing what Kendall and Logan had to say and clearly he was upset. When he saw the backroom he was devastated. He never thought his dog would do all that. He felt horrible for bringing Bullet along and causing everyone so much trouble. He feared his friendships with the guys were in jeopardy. They were too far from home to turn back and make it back to the next show date in time so he took one of the vans and went to the nearest pet store to buy a cage to keep Bullet in. He bought the biggest one they had, which was a bit much and tried to figure out a place for it. He cleaned up the back room as much as he could and found a corner to put it in.

Carlos tried to put Bullet in but he refused and even started to growl in resentment. Carlos undid the cage and when Bullet checked it out, he shut Bullet in and he turned into this vicious monster, catching Carlos off guard. The door was locked but Bullet was still rocking the cage like it was nothing as he tried to tear through it to get to Carlos. His calm demeanor was now full of blood lust. Carlos could feel his heart breaking, upset at himself for doing this to his dog in the first place and tried to undo the door but Bullet kept lashing out and he couldn't get close enough to the door to unlock it. He felt Bullet no longer trusted him anymore. He threw a blanket over the cage and quickly left, shutting the door and leaving the bus, hearing Bullet all the way outside.

Bullet eventually quieted down once he no longer heard anyone or anything and laid down in a ball and went to sleep. Carlos came back out to check on him and was happy that all was quiet, he went inside and called out to Bullet but he couldn't hear him moving. He removed the sheet and bent down to see if he was awake and as soon as Bullet opened his eyes he returned to his vicious cycle, tearing at the cage.

"Bullet! It's me! Stop it!" Carlos called out but Bullet didn't listen.

The cage was actually starting to fall apart from his force of aggression and Carlos feared for his life. He left the room and shut the door, trying to barricade it to stop him from coming out. He grabbed his laptop and ran off the bus and away from Bullet, not sure what to do. Is this temporary and he'll be his old lovable self soon or was he always going to act out like this? If so, was he going to be so uncontrollable that he'd need the local animal control to take him away? He loved Bullet very much but Carlos couldn't help but kick himself for causing all this trouble as the option to put Bullet to sleep stared him in the face.