Author's Note:This is my first BTR fanfic, so if it's a bit dodgy or whatever, please bear with me. I'm just getting the hang of this, but I hope you guys like it anyways :) Please R&R? Thank you so much if you do!
CHAPTER 1
"Kendall!" I squealed when I spotted my brother in the arrival hall of the LAX. Running towards him, I saw that he'd dragged Carlos and James along with him. Kendall beamed widely and opened his arms just as I launched myself at him.
"Hey there, baby sister," Kendall said, laughing and setting me back down. "How was the flight?"
"Tiring, but I got used to it," I replied, stretching out as I did so. "Hey Carlos! Hi James! I see Kendall made you two come with, huh?"
"Nah, it's fine. Besides, we wanted to come. It was probably the only way we could make Kendall shut up about how excited he is," James replied, wrapping me in a hug.
"We've missed having our crazy little Frankie around, anyways, so we thought might as well get as much of her craziness as possible, right?" Carlos added, giving me a hug too.
"Awww, I missed you guys too!" I said, throwing both my arms around them. "Where's Lo-Gay?"
"He had some recording to do, so we headed on over here without him. Besides, what would you care? I thought you hated him," Kendall answered me, looking mildly puzzled.
Yes, I hated Logan and they all knew it. Honestly, I really didn't know why I hated him. Maybe it was the cocky attitude he always seemed to have around me. Maybe it was the fact that he was a notorious flirt and a player. Or maybe it was the fact that one time, when the two of us were alone, he'd kissed me... And I'd liked it.
"What? Is it a crime to be curious, Kendork?" I shot back, raising an eyebrow.
"Whatever you say, Franks," he replied, giving me a light punch on the shoulder.
James and Carlos each grabbed one of my bags and headed towards the car. "C'mon, guys! I wanna get home and catch Entourage!" James shouted over his shoulder.
The two of us rolled our eyes and headed off after them. "Oh Carlitos, Jamie! You do realise that no matter how quickly you get to the car you won't be able to drive it, right? Because who has the car keys?" Kendall said in a singsong voice, pulling out the car keys from his pocket and jingling them "That's right, boys. I do!"
Scowling, James and Carlos turned around and slowed down, allowing Kendall and I to catch up. Together, they walked the remaining distance to the car and placed the bags in the trunk. As Kendall got into the driver's seat to start the car, James and Carlos began bickering over who would get to sit in the front seat.
I stepped in between them, opened the passenger door and slipped inside, pausing to roll my eyes at the two before slamming the car door shut. Reluctantly, James and Carlos got in the back and buckled up, pouting slightly. The car ride back to the boys' place was short and uneventful, filled with incessantly mundane chatter and the radio. When we pulled up to the house, I almost didn't recognise it, it was done up so well.
"Wow, someone's fixed up the house real nice..." I said, stepping out of the car.
"Yeah, the managers decided to reward us by redoing our house. Just wait till you see the inside!" James said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"There's a swirly slide!" Carlos exclaimed excitedly.
"Like the one you guys have on set?" I inquired, getting hyped up myself.
"Even better!" Carlos answered, filled to the brim with child-like glee.
"Sweet!" I said, giggling, grabbing my bags that Kendall had unloaded from the trunk and rushing in after Carlos. As I ran in, I saw that it was just like "2J", but upgraded by so much. There were two floors, the second one designed so that it only surrounded the circumference of the house, and a massive swirly slide ran from the second floor to the first, a marble staircase, a media room, a massive kitchen, a huge flatscreen TV in the living room and multiple sofas, armchairs and beanbags.
"Not bad," I said, looking around. "I'm impressed."
"Want me to show you to your room?" Kendall said, grabbing one of my bags and turning towards the stairs.
"Sure!" I said, following him up. We soon reached a door close to the end of the hallway where someone had tacked up wooden letters to spell out my name. I smiled at this, liking the thought that the boys had taken into consideration the fact that I'd be staying here for quite a while, and that they'd actually reserved a room for me. "Aww!" I said, pointing to the letters. "That's so sweet, Kendork!"
He blushed slightly, looking pleased. "Thanks, Franks. We all helped pick out the letters and everything." He opened the door for me to reveal an amazing bedroom. The walls were painted a greyish purple, with a deeper shade of purple on the one wall which a double bed was put up against with a quaint wooden nightstand which looked like it was crafted from polished pine. There was a massive desk placed against the wall by the door with a large cork board hung on the wall above it. A vanity table sat further along the wall which the bed was up against, closest to the bathroom. A wardrobe and a bookcase took up one whole wall, leaving just enough space for a full length mirror. On the nightstand stood a lava lamp, a modern black and silver bedside lamp and an iPod dock which doubled as a digital clock.
"Wow! I can't believe you guys decorated this room, and I actually quite like it!" I said, staring around in awe before turning to Kendall and nodding in approval.
"Well... It wasn't all just us..."
"Let me guess. You guys let Sammy and Halston do the majority of the choosing, and you just helped the movers move everything in."
"Kind of..." he said, running his hand through his hair before placing my bags down at the foot of the bed.
"I figured," I said, laughing. I collapsed on the bed, exhausted. "Thanks, big brother."
Kendall looked at me, slightly confused. "For what?"
"For... everything," I replied, sitting up on the bed and gesturing to the whole room. He blushed in reply and gave me a hug.
"Ooft! Franks, you stink like shit!" he said jokingly.
"Gee, thanks, you wanker! Especially considering how I haven't had a chance to shower since yesterday fucking morning!" I punched him on his arm lightly.
"Well, the guys and I were thinking of taking you out for a Welcome Home dinner tonight."
"Sure! About what time?"
"Maybe... 7ish? Oh, and dress nice!"
"OK, Kens. Now, fuck off! I need to unpack and shit!" I said, shooing him out.
"Oh.. OK! See you later!" he said, backing out of the room.
I shook my head slightly before bringing a bag up onto the bed and beginning to unpack it. Kendall and I had always been close, and when our dad left and our mother passed away, it did nothing but bring us closer. He was the one who'd helped me pay my way through college, using the money he'd earned from the TV show and the band. I knew for sure that I could trust him with anything, and we told each other everything. Naturally, all the guys pitched in for my college fees as well, though I doubt Logan did. He wasn't the type who'd waste his money on trying to help out his best friend's little sister who he hated.
"Well, if it isn't Frankenstein, come back to haunt us again," I heard from the door. That voice... That cocky undertone that I knew and hated. Oh shit. The dickwad was back.
