Ariana unsurely looked around the Palm Woods lobby as she bit her lip, taking observations of her new home. It was nicer than she had expected it to be, and smiled widely when she noticed the pool.
Her cousin, Camille, stood beside her, "Nice pool, huh?"
"Yeah," laughed Ariana, putting her long brown hair up in a ponytail.
Ariana was spending the summer in LA with her cousin, Camille. Her parents had urged her to go, saying it'd be a good experience for her. Her explanation? They wanted her gone.
She didn't want to be in LA. She wanted to be back home in Colorado, whether this was for the best for her or not. The only good thing about this to Ariana was spending the summer with Camille. Ever since they were little, Camille and Ariana had been really close.
The girls were quite different, though. Camille was loud and outgoing, and tried to live as carefree as possible; she loved danger and uncertainty. While Ariana was a pretty shy girl, who often kept to herself. She preferred spending her nights reading or listening to music. Camille had a lot of confidence and was unguarded, while Ariana often found her self comparing herself to others and pushing people away so she wouldn't get hurt like she had been so many times before. Camille was one of the very few people Ariana felt comfortable around. So if she was going to be spending the summer with somebody, she was glad it was going to be Camille.
Camille's father would even be out of town for the summer- he was going on a long business trip in Canada- leaving the girls the apartment to themselves.
"Oh, come here!" Camille exclaimed, grabbing Ariana's hand and pulling her off towards the pool, she stopped in front of a table of four good-looking boys. They all looked up at her, and Ariana couldn't help but to blush a little.
"Guys, this is my cousin, Ariana," Camille introduced her to them.
They all smiled sweetly and greeted her as she muttered "Hey" with a friendly smile.
"She's going to be spending the summer with me," she told them. Ariana thought the four seemed familiar; but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. "That's Carlos, James, Kendall, and Logan," Camille told her, pointing a finger to each boy as she said their name aloud. "Well, we're going to go unpack her stuff, see you guys later."
"Nice meeting you," Ariana said, then leaving with Camille. Well, they seemed nice enough. "How long have you known them?"
"Mm, a long time. Ever since they started their band here I guess," she shrugged as they walked acoss the lobby.
"Oh!" Ariana exclaimed in realization. "That's who they are! Big Time Rush?"
"Yeah," Camille told her. "They're nice guys."
The two girls got into the metal elevator, Camille leaned against the cold wall, "So…how are things at home?" she asked her softly, knowing it was a touchy subject.
"It's…better," Ariana said, trying to give her a smile- though it wasn't much.
Camille nodded slowly, "Good."
There was a long silence, then a high ding from the elevator, letting the two teenagers out.
The next morning, Ariana woke up early out of habit. So, she got dressed and made her way to the lobby to check the rest of the hotel out.
When she got to the lobby, she saw the familiar blonde hair and striking green eyes. One of the Big Time Rush boys. He noticed her too, flashed her a smile, and walked to her, "Hey, Ariana, right?"
"Mhm," she smiled friendly. "And you're Kendall?"
"I am," he smirked. "Kind of early, don't you think?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Hey, is there a Starbucks near by or something?"
"Yeah," Kendall told her. "Right down the street. I was thinking of actually going there to grab breakfast. Want to join me?"
"Sure," Ariana said happily. Ariana was shocked, actually. She was never the girl that always went on dates with guys- but this wasn't really a date, was it?- none the less got coffee with rock stars. Sure, she hung out with boys, but they were always the same crowd of them, and not like their relationships were ever more than friends.
And now, here was this sweet, attractive boy in front of Ariana, inviting her to go get breakfast with him. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad.
