I have got to stop this. Someone take the keyboard away from me!

BTR JamesxOC.

Let me know what yall think! I'm tryin first person this time aorund!

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I pick it up off the floor and it read 5:00am and I was not amused. The alarm must have gotten reset when I kicked it off the nightstand last night. I look around my small room and take in the little stuff. My busted TV and a pile of unwashed clothes. My tiny bed sucks up most of the free space in here.

"Hey!" It's my Dad yelling from the room beside mine. "Turn that damn clock off!"

I flip the off switch on the alarm and pull on a pair of sports shorts off the floor and a t-shirt. It's summer time and my father and I just moved to Minnesota. We used to live down in Florida and we'd go to Disney every year and we lived by the beach. Life was wonderful. That was until Mom and Sara died. Their car rolled off a bridge because a semi had caused a six car pile up. Mom was at the front and the car rolled on impact into the bay by our house. No more Mom. No more Sara.

Sure, we grieved for weeks, but money began to come in slower and slower. Dad couldn't afford the house anymore. A buddy of his called him up after hearing about the accident and offered him a job as a carpenter up in Minnesota. Of course Dad took the work and we moved here, rented out a little shit hole house and now we live from paycheck to paycheck.

Recently we've fallen into bad debt. But that's no surprise, anyone would have seen that coming in our situation. Apparently my dad didn't and now he's stressed all the time. He likes to drink his problems away and then yell at me for the problems the alcohol didn't solve.

My old converse high tops are sitting by my bedroom door and I pull them on without socks. "I'm going to get the mail Dad!" I yell from the front door. I received no reply, just as I assumed I wouldn't.

I walked down the lumpy and cracked sidewalk to the mailbox that was held down by two rusty nails on a rotting two by four and opened it. Bills, bills, more bills. Oh! A free trial subscription to People magazine! I held the magazine in my hands and shook my butt around in circles.

It wasn't until I had finished my little embarrassing dance that I saw a guy standing in his yard beside mine looking dumbfounded. He was freaking hot and I was a hot mess. "Morning." I said waving the magazine and rushing into my house. Could I possibly be anymore awkward?

I quickly ran in my room and dressed in a blue tank top and put some socks on with my converse. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it back in a lopsided pony tail. My deodorant scratched under my armpit as I applied it because it was nearly empty. I jogged to the bathroom beside the kitchen and ran my toothbrush over my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

Peeking out the bathroom window I saw the hottie hot hot guy in his yard talking with my neighbor. Is he moving in? I freaking hope so! I exited the bathroom and grabbed a water bottle off the counter and filled it from the sink.

My Dad sauntered out of the back of the house and poured himself a cup of day old coffee. "I'm going for a jog." I say briefly and head for the front door. I was going to check out the hottie in the best way I knew how, by taking a fake jog to draw his attention and then talk to him. Oh yeah. I did this all the time in Florida.

I stood on m porch and stretched one leg, then the other. Then I pulled my arms across my chest and leaned forward and back. Then walked to the end of the sidewalk and took off at a slow jog, right past hottie and my neighbor.

Hottie watched me pass by. Victory! I rounded the end of the block and came back about five minutes later. Hottie was on his porch. I slowed to a brisk walk and then smashed my lower half into my crummy mailbox which caused it to topple to the ground with me.

"Ow…" I rubbed my hip. A hand wrapped around my arm and lifted me to my feet. It was hottie. I blushed way red and pulled my arm away tentatively.

"Are you alright?" He asked,

I nodded and rubbed my hip. I knew it would bruise but he didn't need to know it hurt. I had to be strong and sexy. I'm so weird. "I'm fine."

"I'm James." He said flashing a grand smile.

"I'm Nora." I say suddenly hating my name and wishing I were more interesting. "I just moved here."

"I'm visiting my dad for a few weeks while I'm on break."

"Do you go to college out of state or something?"

James laughed and brushed his chocolate hair out of his face. God I would kill to touch it. "No, I'm part of an upcoming band. Big Time Rush?"

I had heard of that band back in Florida. My neighbor Kayla had a subscription to some girly magazine, Pop Tiger, and she would share random picture of hot guys with me. Now that I thought about it, he was in that magazine! I shook my head. I was talking to a famous person! "So you're famous?" I ask stupidly.

"Well, not exactly. But I will be." He said in a cocky tone.

I grinned stupidly. Why am I such a sappy awkward person! "Cool. Nice pants." I said looking nervously at his pants. They had moose on them in red and brown. Obviously pajama pants.

James looked down and shrugged. "Didn't have anything else to sleep in."

"You could always go commando." I blurted and then covered my mouth.

James laughed until he had to hold his rib cage. I flushed crimson. What an amazing first impression.

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