A/N First story! The first chapters kinda short:/ and I'll prob be writing more iCarly then BTR after this:)
Disclaimer: I don't own James, Logan, Kendall or Carlos (unfortunately). I only own my story and my OC's
As the sun set over the deep blue ocean, a slim figure slowly emerged out of the water. The waves seemed to caress its feet as they pulled a hand through their short black hair. I stood watching this short man. Even in the twilight, I could make out his pale skin and barely toned abs. I felt this man was familiar but I couldn't remember where I'd seen this beauty before. I advanced slowly towards him as he turned out to watch the sun finally plunge into the ocean, leaving the beach lit solely by moonlight. He turned when he heard footsteps approach him and smiled crookedly when he realised it was me. I shyly hid my face as the smile gave me a jittery feeling in my stomach and I felt a light blush form on my cheeks. As he lifted my chin back up to his eyelevel, his dark eyes twinkling, I heard an annoying ringing sound. I choose to ignore it, but it persisted, dragging me away from my perfect dream world and waking me into the cold reality. I snaked my hand quickly out of the toasty blankets to quit the shrill ringing sound and snuggle back into the mystery boy's world, sneeking a glance at my bedlight clock that read 5:30. I knew I was awake far too early for school but when I closed my eyes, the realisation dawned on me. I was going to spend the next two weeks in Rocque Records with my aunt Kelly and the BFG. Yes, as in Big Friendly Giant. But he only lets me and Kelly (sometimes) see this side of him, outside work only, of course.
I dragged myself out of my warm haven and onto my cold linoed floor. I grabbed a comb and pulled it through my messy hair, cursing the need for waking up early. I mean, what sick sadistic people decide to open places at unreasonable hours, besides my deranged principal who, last year, decided our school would open at eight o'clock and finish at three. As if we didn't have enough going on with exams, love lifes (or lack thereof) and parents, they decide to make it ten times harder by making us wake up an hour earlier for something we are required to attend by law. And then the stupid aeroplane people decide to have early morning flights, which I am being FORCED to go on. And just if that wasn't enough to send you crazy, they decide to make you sit around and wait for two hours before the plane is set to take off. If you haven't guessed, I'm not a morning person.
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I sat down in the plush luxury seats of the aeroplane as I waited for it to take off to Hollywood. I tried to amuse myself by playing with the air vents and lights above my head when I was given filthy looks by the old snooby lady who sat across the aisle from me. I prepared to reply with a rude remark when the plane was hushed for the safety procedures. I listened carefully to all the instructions before I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes as I felt the plane lift off the runway and head, in a nine hour journey, to the west of the USA.
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