Authors Note:

STOP! Before you read this, you must go to Ahhlii's FF page and read Part 1. This is Part 2. Basically, me and Alison are doing a collab story sooo, if you like this FF and put it on ALERT, you must go to AHHLII's FF page before reading mine.

As always, it's about Big Time Rush. I'll be writing Cassandra's parts and Alison will be writing Autumn's part. Hope you enjoy!

Celine xx

Cassandra:

I'll admit, walking up the rocky trail, leading to the unusual restaurant is terribly freighting. You never know what foods were hidden in there. I snoop a look over to my friend, Autumn, to see if she was as worried as me. If she was, she sure didn't show it.

A sign hung over the doorway with large letters engraved, that spelt out 'The Prizers'. Weird name, no doubt. Weird name = weird food? Probably. We should have taken the clue and left, but a challenge is a challenge, isn't it? We pushed open the grey, wooden door, letting the mysterious air greet us. I cringed as the door creaked as we pushed it. Obviously not a welcoming sign.

We stood awkwardly at the door's entrance, hoping to get served - and soon. I wanted to get out of this haunted house as soon as possible. It seems like Halloween came early this year. I glanced at the wooden panels my feet were standing on and tried to lighten my feet. Last thing I wanted was to fall right through. Knowing Autumn, she'd just scream and assure me that Big Time Rush would be playing at my funeral. Thoughtful, but not exactly reassuring. I looked over to her who was searching the room for a bit of evidence that we weren't going to die. I loved her anyways.

"Hello." I looked away from Autumn and saw a old lady wearing a pink dress and an apron over top. "We're closed."

"Oh." I blinked. "Sorry to disturb you. We'll just get going - "

"No, no. One more meal for two wouldn't hurt." She smiled at us and I tried to smile back but that is just damn creepy. I mean, you know how Snow White ended. A old hag from hell gave her a apple and look how well that turned out.

"Do make cheese fries?" Autumn asked as soon as we were seated.

"Which restaurant doesn't?" The lady laughs and I can't help but compare her laugh to the Witch of The Wicked West. Gosh, I was sooo going to die early. "What do you two want to eat?"

"Just give us your specials." Autumn smiled as the lady made her way back to the kitchen.

"She is so creepy - " I started to whisper.

"Cassandra!" Autumn frowned. "She's a old lady, be nice."

"Omigosh, I've seen this happen!" I exclaimed under my breath. "You're Snow White, she's the witch and I'm the whole herd of animals trying to warn you." I paused. "Not that I'm fat, but you know, because there's no one else here."

She smirked then sighed, suddenly looking tired. "Look, I don't feel very comfortable here so let's just eat and get out."

"I'm with you on that one." I nodded as the lady staggered back holding a tray that carried three plates. She set them down, one by one.

I blinked and stared at what was in front of me. On my plate sat two slices of toast that were slightly burnt and held a ... burger patty. Huh. Interesting.

"It's called a Bread-Burger!" The lady smiles. Bread-Burger. Hm. Okay.

"Oh." Autumn raised her eyebrow.

"Yum." I muttered, poking the food on the plate. Actually, calling that food is like calling a dog, a cat. I picked it up and bit into it. A greasy liquid came out of the burger as I winced and tried hard to swallow it down.

"That reminds me, I have something you two might want." She wipes her hands on her apron and hurries back into the kitchen.

"What am I eating?" Alison sighed. She lifted the bread and saw the burger breathing. She dropped the bread and sat back down the chair. "I can't eat that."

Before I could reply, the bizarre lady came back, holding two pieces of paper. "Here they are. I believe they're tickets of some sort..."

Why would she give us tickets? And what possibly could they be for? I raised a eyebrow at Autumn who did the same. She placed him on the table an pushed them towards us. Three words caught my eye and brought me to surprise : BIG TIME RUSH. Concert tickets? For BTR? Who in their right mind would give these aw - I looked up at the lady who was gleaming. I forgot who I was talking about.

"Concert tickets? We couldn't accept those." Autumn shook her head.

"It's true, we can't." I shook my head in agreement. "You keep them." As much as I love BTR, and thought this lady was beyond crazy, accepting something that was probably worth $200, and out of the blue ... Kind of ... Weird. And rude.

"Oh, please. A old geezer like me? I'm not fit any longer to go to concerts, honey." She pushed them towards us. "Least I could do. You ate this." She paused. "Kind of."

"Sorry," I winced. "It's just that - "

"No need to apologize. My son is the chef here. I felt bad by sending you away and tried to cook." She shrugged. "Take the tickets. The concert is tomorrow. You've got front row seats."

"Oh." Autumn said. She looked over to me and sighed. "Thanks. For the ... food and tickets."

"We should be going now." I smiled at the lady. "Thanks."

We made our way to the door, the floor still creaking under our feet. Once we reached the door, we turned around to say bye one last time but the lights suddenly were turned off and the lady was nowhere to be seen. Some candles flickered on as my eyes widen.

"Let's get out of here." I said, pushing open the door and eternally grateful to be greeted by shinning sunlight.