(A/N: Hello readers, old and new! This is a project I have been trying to write for ages. I finally got it the way I want it. It's finally right. This is AU. Big Time Rush become Carlos and the Rush, and Carlos went through A LOT. It changed him. This story will most likely become M rated later on. This is going to be like something I've never done before. Enough babbling, I'll let you read!)

It was the average night in Los Angeles, California, as Carlos and the Rush star Carlos Garcia lifted yet another drunken, random girl, onto his apartment's countertop. Her glazed over eyes seemed to light up when he put his hands on her hips, and she practically jumped on him as she went in for a kiss. Carlos responded immediately, his body moving three steps ahead of him. This was daily. This was routine. He didn't have to think about it anymore. He just did it.

This girl looked about the same as the last few he screwed. It was hard to find anyone with a unique look in The City of Angels. Everyone in L.A. just about followed the exact same trends, shopped at the exact same stores, got the same beauty procedures done. This girl's hair was long, and blonde. She was tanned and tall. Her outfit, the one she had worn to the club where he picked her up, was average. Some skanky silver minidress, with black stilettos and much too much jewelry.

The girl broke away from the kiss to stare into his eyes. They were wide, cornflower blue, and somewhere, Carlos detected a bit of innocence. They almost made him feel guilty about what he was doing to her, who he had become…almost.

"Do you love me?" she whispered, biting down on her lower lip, as if she regretted letting the words leave her mouth. Some emotion Carlos couldn't read had consumed her entire body, her whole being—it looked somewhat like self-consciousness.

"Yes," he whispered, breezily. Anything to avoid the waterworks. The girls he got with were pretty stupid, if he did say so himself. And he did. They all were so willing to give him what they wanted because they felt like if he had chose them, then they were special.

Quite the opposite. He chose them because the girls like them were a dime a dozen.

Before she could ask another question, Carlos had moved to her collarbone. His expert hands were already at work, concealing themselves as they reached up under her dress. Whatever emotion was present before was wiped out as pure lust ravaged from behind her eyes. Her mind was shut down.

"Virgin?" Carlos guessed, planting kisses down her neck as his hands still worked their magic.

"Yeah," she grunted, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head. Carlos picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Her set her down on his neatly-made king-size bed, and reached into his pants pocket for a condom.

Just the average day, Carlos thought once more, as he got on top of her and began to kiss her again.

The next morning when he woke up, Carlos couldn't help but notice that the girl's arm was wrapped around his waist. There was a tattoo of a flower on her wrist that made him roll his eyes—a dime a dozen, just like he'd said.

She stirred, opened her eyes, and noticed he was awake. She smiled. "Oh, you're awake. I've got the most killer headache."

"I can bring you some aspirin and some water," Carlos replied, removing her arm. He stood up and started walking away. When he returned, she was sitting up, a hand to her forehead.

"Thank you," was murmured, before the aspirin was swallowed and the water was guzzled down. He nodded and pulled some boxers on, avoiding her eyes.

She didn't seem to receive the subtle hints he was throwing out. "So, like, what are we going to do today?"

He turned. "What?"

"I know you probably have work first, but afterwards. What are we going to do?"

Carlos blinked at her. "We're not going to do anything."

"Huh?"

"You are going to go home, and we're never gonna see each other again."

"B-but, why? You said you loved me…" The girl began tearing up.

He shrugged. He gathered her discarded clothes and sat them next to her. She stared at them. "I lied. Put on your clothes and leave."

"Y-you can't be-be serious."

"You've got three minutes, before I put you outside my door, naked."

The girl quickly dressed, tears rolling down her face. "I gave you my virginity!" she said, pitifully.

Carlos turned and headed towards the bathroom. "Lock the door on your way out." Once he as inside, he listened for the slam of a door.

Slam!

Carlos took a deep breath and turned on his shower.

(There you have it, the first chapter of Play It Like a Game! Like it? Love it? Hate it? Give me feedback! Also, I am putting myself on a schedule. I will update every Friday. This Friday as well. Au revoir!)