A/N: Hey y'all! This is a new story that is James/OC :) the title comes from the song "Make It Right" by Jonas Brothers. I will eventually have a story for each boy. This is James, I am working on a Kendall story (Quiet Please), and will work on Carlos & Logan (Hero & You Calm Me Down) after these two stories are complete. I will state this now: I do NOT know if I will have sequels to any of the stories/one-shots that I post. In order for that to happen I require that people who take the time to read my stories to actually review. Even if you just say "I enjoyed the story" or "I think this should happen and then that should happen", just SOMEthing would be appreciated. I would love to write sequels for anyone who really wants me to write them, but please review. Also dear fans, I am always working on one-shots for each coupling between the boys. I have Kenlos, Jagan, and Cargan posted already (Hopelessly Devoted To You, Nothing Even Matters, and Jump Up, Fall Down). I am working on a Jarlos story named You're Too Pretty For Your Own Good, a Kames story named Screaming Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah (haha can only guess what that entails ;D), and a Kogan story named Boyfriend. Again I love reviews and I hope y'all enjoy this James fic!
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, "Famous", nor the actual boys (although that would be awesome) nor do I own the song "Make It Right" by Jonas Brothers. The only thing I own is the plot and OCs in this story. Some lyrics later on may be my own (please don't be TOO harsh, I'm more of a poet than lyricist). All rights belong to their respectful owners!
Now enjoy after that long A/N :) & quick shout-out to... KENDALL SCHMIDT! Happy 20th Birthday Kendall! Go wish him a happy birthday HeffronDrive on twitter and listen to Heffron Drive on myspace here www . myspace . com / heffrondrive :) HD's Street Team made it their mission to get 20,000+ plays for HeffronDrive (Kendall) & dbeltwrites (Dustin). So listen to them for Kendall :) and follow HeffronDriveNY on twitter as well xD okay NOW here's the story haha 3
A tall brunette stepped out of the limousine that had given her a ride from the LAX airport to Palm Woods hotel, home of the future famous. She grabbed her luggage from the trunk before thanking the chauffeur and bidding him goodbye as she walked into the lobby. A large man with glasses was standing behind the desk shoving French fries into his mouth with large globs of ketchup. How unattractive? Very. The brunette rang the bell sitting on the desk startling the large man. "Yes, can I help you?" The snobbish tone of voice instantly sparked a fire within the girl as her eyes narrowed into slits.
"I would expect you to talk to valuable customers with more respect. While you are at it, you should not be eating on the job. It does not do any good for your reputation as a hotel manager especially a manager at the Palm Woods." The man pushed the French fries into a garbage bin beside the desk and smiled at the brunette. "My name is Ariana Sapphire Nicholson. I am moving into the Palm Woods. I would appreciate receiving my apartment key so that I can drop off my luggage before heading over to Rocque Records to meet with my manager and publicist." The larger man nodded his head feverously before typing on the keyboard behind a standard desktop computer. A minute later he handed over a key with 3J etched into the leather tag attached to the key ring. "Thank you." Ariana smiled and headed to the elevator with her luggage in tow.
"Have a Palm Woods day Ms. Nicholson." Ariana merely raised her eyebrow in acknowledgement as the elevator doors closed with a ding. Sighing Ariana pulled her iPhone out of her pocket, which took her awhile seeing as she was wearing skinny jeans. No new text messages and no missed calls. Ariana glanced at the background image for a brief second before shoving the phone into her pocket again with difficulty. No matter how hard she tried to get those boys out of her mind, something always reminded her of them. Grant it Ariana was highly capable of changing her background image, but she had always had them as her background ever since the beginning of the fifth grade. The elevator dinged again as the doors opened onto the floor and Ariana walked down the hallway. A loud crash sounded from the apartment 2J, which happened to be across the hall from her apartment. This would prove interesting. Ariana unlocked her apartment door and gawked at the interior. The room consisted of a shabby couch and stained carpentry. How did the hotel manager expect someone to live in here?
"Oh my gosh, ew!" A chuckle came from behind Ariana and she spun on her heels to find the source. There stood a group of three girls, two brunettes and one blonde. "Who are you?" The blonde spoke first as she motioned to the darker skinned girl.
"This is Stephanie, future movie producer" Stephanie smiled and waved as the blonde motioned to the other brunette, "This is Camille, future actress" Camille smiled grimly and crossed her arms across her chest, "And I'm Jo. Welcome to the Palm Woods." I grinned partially happy partially annoyed.
"Ariana, future musician." Stephanie jumped as another crash echoed in the hallway through room 2J. Camille and Jo merely rolled their eyes. Apparently large crashes were normal for that hotel room.
"I'll be back. I'm going to make sure that Carlos didn't put a hole in the wall. It was nice meeting you Ariana." She nodded in return and looked back at Camille and Jo.
"I'm going to see Logan. You coming Jo?" There was that snobbish tone again. Ariana glared at Camille and narrowed her eyes. Jo looked between Camille and Ariana before sighing.
"Yeah, who knows what Kendall might be planning. It was a pleasure meeting you Ariana and hopefully we'll see you around." Ariana nodded again and whispered a goodbye before walking into her apartment and setting her luggage on a disgusting bed. She was going to do something about this place. Call an interior designer of some sort and get the place suited for living. Ariana grabbed a hoodie from the top of her suitcase and left the apartment. Another crash sounded from the adjacent apartment and Ariana walked faster past the room not wanting to get caught in the scuffle. Ten minutes later Ariana was walking down the hallway to Gustavo Rocque's office. Ariana knocked on the office door and cowered back as a loud voice screamed at her to come inside.
"You must be Ariana Nicholson, correct." Ariana opened her mouth to reply but the large man lifted his hand to stop her. "DON'T SPEAK!" She flinched. "I am Gustavo Rocque of Rocque Records. You work for me now and I expect you to listen and pay attention dogette. Now, GET IN THE RECORDING STUDIO SO I CAN SEE HOW BAD YOU SUCK!" A dark skinned woman beckoned Ariana to follow her and she gladly followed the smaller woman out of the office and down the hallway.
"I'm Kelly Wainright. I apologize about Gustavo. He has a tendency to yell a lot. Don't worry about the 'dogette' comment; he calls the other group dogs. I'm your publicist as well as the other band's publicist, but don't worry I have the schedule figured out where there will be no confusion. This is the studio; it's a lot better than when we started working with the boys, but with their first album going gold Rocque Records received a lot of money for improvements. You can go into the booth and put on a pair of headphones and stand in front of the center microphone. Gustavo will be here in a second." The door to the studio slammed open causing both Kelly and Ariana to jump in shock. "Or now."
"Alright dogette I want you to sing this song. DO IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME!" Ariana flinched and nodded as one of the assistants handed her a sheet of paper with the lyrics. The song she had to sing was called 'Famous' by some boy band named Big Time Rush. Sighing Ariana listened through the song once and got the beat in her mind as the music played a second time without the lyrics.
Do you want to
Ride in a big limousine?
Tell me do you want to
Take a little bite of the fame machine?
If you want to be discovered
And end up on the cover of every star-studded supermarket magazine
You can do it
Stick right to it.
It could happen tonight.
[Chorus:]
You want to be famous. (Famous)
You want to be the one who's living the life.
You want to be famous. (Famous)
You want to be the one who's taking a free ride.
Do you want to
Cut to the front of the line?
Baby, do you need to
See your name in lights just like the Hollywood sign?
Come on, we gotta work harder.
Fight the fight together.
Take you to the top.
We've got the winning team.
It's your moment.
You can own it.
It's the American dream.
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
All day.
All night.
The camera's on and it never lies.
You're under
The spotlight.
Twenty-four seven till the end of time.
Whoa, oh.
You wanna be famous.
Whoa, oh.
You wanna be famous.
[Chorus]
You wanna be famous.
Your song is on the radio.
Hot rotation video.
Bright lights, fan mail.
Paparazzi on your tail.
Tour bus, private jet.
Thinking big ain't failed you yet.
Just one thing you can't forget.
Takes more than just wanting it.
Aim high, never rest.
Put your passion to the test.
Give your all, never less.
Famous means that you're the best.
"That was…" Ariana looked at Gustavo expectantly as Kelly cringed. "Rather good for the first time. DO IT AGAIN! This time I want the fire." Gustavo did this weird motion with his hands as he said fire and his voice dropped about three octaves. Ariana nodded her head and sang the song about twenty more times before it was good enough for Gustavo. "Great job dogette! Tomorrow you will be meeting with the rest of the dogs to record the song together. Not only will this be great practice, but also it will help with your popularity. Be here at seven a.m. sharp. NO LATENESS!" Ariana nodded as she rushed out of the studio. Ariana let out a sigh of relief as she walked back to the Palm Woods where she ran into Stephanie, Jo, and Camille.
"Ariana! Hey we were just going to the pool. The guys are already there. Why don't you join us?" Ariana smiled slightly.
"Thanks. I'll be down in a minute." Jo smiled as the three walked to the pool and sat down by four boys. They looked familiar. Shrugging her shoulders Ariana went to her apartment and changed into a simple black bikini and grabbed a towel before heading back to the pool. She walked over to the group of teens as Stephanie smiled waving at her.
"Ariana, over here!" Ariana dropped her towel onto a nearby chair and smiled at the boys. The smile quickly disappeared as her eyes narrowed. Stephanie opened her mouth to introduce the boys but Ariana already knew them. They were the same four boys that are in her background image on her iPhone. Ariana raised her hand and slapped the boy with long brunette hair. Tears threatened to spill over her cheeks, but Ariana blinked them back.
"You jerk." Ariana snatched her towel off the chair and stalked back to her apartment. The boy she slapped is James Diamond. The other three boys are Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, and Kendall Knight. Each of them were her best friends back in Minnesota before they just disappeared one day and never contacted her for the following months. It has been a little over a year since the guys left and now Ariana just so happens to move into the apartment across the hall from them. James Diamond has always been the ladies man and apparently he still is considered the ladies man, just famous. James Diamond is an arrogant jerk that only cares about him. Ariana Nicholson hates James Diamond, but she also loves him and she hates that fact.