So I figured out why I didn't like the first chapter. It was way too long; I'm used to that I'm sorry.
This isn't a rewrite, but it's in a completely different order and it's basically the first chapter. Please forgive me for those who read it, it's just the same thing, I just hope it looks better…
Disclaimer: I do not own the awesomeness of Time and Place by Last Dinosaurs.
"We're all waiting for the world to stop rotating…"
"Dudes!" I rose my raspy like voice to yell out loud enough to be heard throughout the 3 bedroom apartment I shared with my roommates/best friends. My pearly whites were visible as I reread the email but suddenly covered by a scowl when I heard no one respond.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. And so I did.
What was called an 'inside voice' in the more than special living quarters was probably the loudest yell you shouldn't do inside. But it worked, to my delight.
"What happened brah?" The voice of one of my roommates caused the scowl to disappear, the footsteps growing louder on the hardwood floor as the five foot nothing brown eyed brunette approached, a glare on full blast.
Dahlia Mendez: pretty, psychotic, and a total jerk. I had met the half Mexican 21 year old in our freshman year of high school. It actually wasn't that long ago that I couldn't stand my own best friend, she was too friendly for my liking, but we ended up becoming friends due to Dahlia forcing her way into my life.
"What the hell dude, I'm busy." A third voice came in.
"I am more important than whatever nonsense you're working on, Eep." My eyes shifted from Dahlia standing by the door to a girl who had similar facial features, they even had the same angry look going on. The also dark haired, brown eyed, Mexican origin girl rolled her eyes and explained that it was some sort of paper she had to write that was due the next day. Clearly not as important as I.
Eryn Mendez: also pretty, not a psycho like her older sister but by far the most unorganized person I had ever met. And not as a total jerk either. Eryn or Eep as she was dubbed was a year younger than me when we met. She had a bit of hatred towards me at first for reasons I did not know and being the sweet and caring person I really was deep, way down deep inside, I couldn't give a rat's ass but in the end Eryn got used to my awesomeness and now was one of my best friends. A privilege for me, because without my two psychotic friends I wouldn't be the person I was now, even though they drive me crazy.
The sisters, who could pass as twins from the way they looked but definitely not from the way they acted and myself had decided to move out of our respective parent's house at the age of 19, Eryn's 18th, and have been broke bitches since in the three bedroom apartment in Queens, New York with the sisters' dog, a Puggle named Taco and of course my Rottie, Dallas.
At the moment of Eryn's anger and my care free attitude the distinguished mind of Dahlia threw herself over my body to the other side of the full sized bed, gracefully banging her head against the head post causing the tension Eryn was holding to dispense into full on laughter, I of course joining in.
"Hey what's so funny?" A fourth much younger voice, followed by a body and all that sorts, stepped into the room, curiosity laced into the question. I stopped my laughter to look over at my thirteen year old light brown haired niece make her way to the foot of the bed, her school bag dropping from her shoulder and making a small thud, scaring the smaller of the dogs as she did so. My eyes flickered from Kaytlin's green ones to the clock/watch necklace that hung from my own neck. It was 3:47, meaning Kaytlin was supposed to be here about twenty minutes earlier. My sister and I had arranged for Kaytlin to come to my house after school since she was busy working.
"Why are you late?" I feigned the anger that rung in my voice, I was a pretty good actress. About a week earlier I had found out from my sources that my beloved niece had her first boyfriend, some dude in her class named Jason, my source just so happened to be Dahlia's and Eryn's younger sister who interrogated her and who also happened to be Kaytlin's best friend.
"Um…Lina told you, didn't she?" The thirteen year old blushed not even bothering to lie to me. I wasn't that bad at detecting lies; I nodded my head and broke out into a smile.
"I really don't care what you do Kay, just don't get pregos like your mom did at an early age. I was far too young to be an aunt…" It was eerie how she looked more and more each day like my sister, they had the same green eyes, the same pale skin tone, same nose, same chin, the only difference was that my sister, Mila Jeffrey, had pitch black hair like my oldest sister and myself.
"Don't worry, Jimmy, I'm not her." My smile fell as I took in the look of disappointment come across Kaytlin's face, her head lowered and her hands moved to fiddle with a button from her uniform, I didn't have to look at my friends to know they felt just as bad as I did. I sighed, even if the smile that left wanted to return when my niece had used my other nickname Kaytlin and her cousins -my two nephews- had given me. I told people to call me AJ for a reason. My parents were on crack when they had named my sisters and me. With a name like my own, it wasn't that hard to pick and find a nickname to any persons liking.
"So are you going to tell us what's going on or are we going to have to guess?" Eryn said impatiently, her words changing the sad slightly uncomfortable mood back to the excited one I had been.
I smirked; I had a bad tendency of being a little sarcastic. Especially when people asked retarded questions. I wasn't mean… well I was. I couldn't lie but I wasn't a total jerk.
So when I heard her stupid question I already had a few things ready to say. A quick sarcastic remark to a stupid question is actually a sign of a healthy brain. My brain is in great shape.
Unfortunately the fact that these were my best friends, they already knew certain quirks or tells to let them know when I was about to be… well myself.
As soon as my mouth opened, my whole face was crushed by my all-time favorite pillow. It was actually kind of rude, but I did deserve it. Even I knew that much.
"Next time it's gonna be my fist." I wanted to laugh; I could never take Eryn seriously whenever she was mad. Dahlia on the other hand I could. She was psychotic; she'd go after me with whatever was near her. "Temper, temper, Eepsie" My semi large hands rose to fix the mess the 20 year old had created, flipping my bangs to the left and placing the rest of my black mane into a messy bun, exposing the shaved side of my head.
"Anyway, remember when I sent that video of me playing guitar to that agency shit in L.A.?" I asked only to get blank stares from everyone in the room. Sighing I continued, some friends they were.
"Jerks, well they just sent me an email saying that I am one out of fifteen candidates to get this. Some band needs a bassist because theirs bailed or something and I could possibly be that bassist." I almost added a SUCK IT! But decided against it. A laugh did escape my lips when I was suddenly bombarded to the bed by my flying squealing in happiness niece.
"You have to go!" The sarcasm was so close from falling from my lips but Dahlia thought fast enough and jumped onto Kaytlin and myself getting an 'oof' from us both. They knew me too well.
I watched as Eryn laughed from the bottom of the pile, trying to push these fatasses off of me. I didn't do well with a lot of pressure especially over my chest. Fricken hoe didn't even bother to help me out, she just grabbed the laptop in which the email was opened and began to read it.
"Who's the band?" Kaytlin asked after she saved herself from underneath the dog pile allowing me to finally breathe. I shrugged; the only words I remembered were candidate, bassist, and Los Angeles.
And money, can't forget that.
"It says…Big Time Rush." Eryn muttered, while she continued to read the email, she was a pretty slow reader.
"Big Time Rush? Oh My God! I fucking love them!" It was like a ninja took over my hand, I had swiftly smacked my niece on the back of her head after the atrocious word left her mouth.
"Watch your goddamn mouth Kaytlin." I scolded with a glare trying to hold in the laughter that wanted to escape but failed miserably. I, AJ Moore could possibly be the worse role model known to man. I cursed worse than a sailor, and honestly didn't care if Kaytlin cursed, but I had to draw the line at some point.
"WHAT? But you curse way worse than anyone I've ever met! I can't believe my mom lets you hit me. That's child abuse." Kaytlin defended herself rubbing her head causing a small apologetic look to my face. I did have pretty big hands for my small 5'1 stature and was heavy handed.
"Well, your mom isn't here hoe, so get used to it." I said with a small smile, my hand reaching up to the teenagers' hair and ruffling it. My sister was very into her life right now mainly because she had a new beau –whom is good to Kaytlin- but takes up all of Mila's attention, and I didn't know how long this one would last before she jumped to the next. Not to call my sister a whore or anything, but…well.
"I dare you to tell your mom that what AJ does to you is child abuse." Dahlia added with a shake of her head. "She's going to go on and on about how horrible her childhood was and how you have it good…I've heard it like fifty times already and I'm not even part of your family."
She was right; Mila loved making herself the victim just because she was the trouble making black sheep. No one had told her to open her legs at such an early age. She should've at least worn a condom. But then again, I wouldn't have my Kaytlin.
"Wait does that mean, if you get this job, which most likely you will…" Kaytlin began completely forgetting what I had just called her (being a hoe is a term of endearment to me, being a whore is a completely different story.) and ignoring what Dahlia had said. "You're going to be like friends with THE Kendall Schmidt?" She finished with a hopeful look in her green eyes, she only blinked when both dogs decided to jump onto the bed and attack her with their doggie kisses and love.
"Who?" I just wanted the job, I had no idea who this Schmidtty was nor did I care. My eyes followed as Kaytlin pushed the dogs off, grabbed her school bag, and pulled out some teen magazine, opening to page 26 to reveal four guys.
"This is Big Time Rush, best boy band in the world!" The thirteen year old exclaimed enthusiastically only to replace her smile with a scowl as I ripped the magazine from her hands. I hated to burst her bubble… well no I didn't, it gave me delight at times. I would make some awesome villain one day.
"Uh no, Backstreet Boys were and always will be the best boy band. Who the fuck are these fuckers?" Since when were the boy bands even coming back? I'm a proud 90's kid, 1990 in fact with two older sisters, so I lived through all the awesomeness of that decade. These jerks couldn't touch that! Were they even old enough?
"I thought The Beatles were the best-" I heard Dahlia's voice and nearly punched her pretty little face in. And here I thought she knew me and music. My ghetto almost came out.
"They are the greatest BAND ever, they will never be considered a boy band in my eyes… they played fricken instruments." My musician aggressive side overpowered the barely even there passive one. I considered myself passive aggressive. I'm passive because I'm too lazy to waste my precious time on bullshit like people I don't like and such, but completely aggressive if you get into my face. I think I might also be bi-polar. But then again, I'm no doctor.
"He looks like he has too much blush on…" My head turned towards Dahlia as she pointed to the prettiest out of all the boys before I continued my rant. And he did, nice to look at though.
"His name is James! And he has some rosy cheek disease." Kaytlin defended completely forgetting the name of the actual skin disorder.
"Yeah, and I have big hand disease." I said with an eye roll then pointed to the second person in line, ignoring Dahlia's chuckle.
"Nah, you just have man hands."
"Fuck you." The words rolled off my tongue as naturally as any other. My right index slid towards the next person in the line of fire, the only finger not painted in purple. It was a habit, I was a guitar player and I used my fingers more than picks, there was no point in chipping a perfectly painted finger. So I never did.
"Oh he's cute." Dahlia said with a bit of interest in her voice as she read and moved my finger to reveal a tan skinned Spanish looking guy… a bubble on top showing him with some sort of helmet.
"His name is Carlos. He's alright."
"Sure he is, but why does the Spanish guy have to wear the dumbass helmet? Racist!" I retorted. Before my adorably angering niece could reply I pointed towards the only blonde in the picture. I couldn't deny he was pretty good looking, but not enough to keep my mouth shut.
"What is on his face?" I grabbed the magazine and pointed to the caterpillars taking over his forehead.
"That's Kendall…the love of my life." Kaytlin swooned while staring into his two dimensional green eyes, my own blue eyes making contact with Eryn's brown ones who looked up from the email just to stifle a laugh.
I turned to the last guy choosing to repress the embarrassment Kaytlin would have been in. And what I saw did not disappoint. Pale skin, chocolate brown eyes, brunette hair shaped into that 50's style that I just adored. James Dean definitely had it going on, and so did guy number four.
"Ooh, who's that?" Interest dripped from the question as I continued to stare at the guy with the perfect smile and perfect dimples.
"That's Logan."
"Even his name is sexy. Him, I don't mind getting to know… but he's got some big ass horse teeth." I couldn't help it, I mean if I were to pick at least one it was sexy horse dude or Schmidtty guy, pretty boy was too pretty, and Spanish guy was just too cute, I wanted more than cute. I watched the disappointment reach Kaytlin's face. She thought she had me. These guys were no BSB.
"They're all beautiful, you're just jealous."
"Hell yeah I'm jealous, I want to be that pretty!" I exclaimed a small smirk on my face; I grabbed the magazine and pointed to cheek disease boy. My smirk grew when Kaytlin opened her mouth to defend her beloved boy band but was unfortunately interrupted by an amused voice. I loved arguments, well only the ones that I knew I was right.
"Hey how long has it been since you've checked your email?" Eryn suddenly asked, her light brown eyes meeting with mine, I shrugged actually thinking back as to when.
"I don't know, probably a week…"
"Yeah, dickhead, there's a deadline, it's in two days…" Eryn said pointing to the date on the email. I began to nod her head, the words processing as I did so. I never moved so swiftly, my legs nearly tripping over the other as I jumped from the bed towards the closet that held all the luggage and duffle bags, successfully tripping over my own shoes that I haphazardly threw across the room that morning after Eryn and I had come home from walking Dallas and Taco.
This is long by itself, Jesus. I'm really sorry for that super long chapter. Please tell me what you think :D