Juliette Lenore walked down the New York street that teemed with people. She ducked her way in and out of the crowd, skillfully dodging all the street vendors and people who gave her weird looks. She blocked the sound of the busy street out with her IPod, which was currently blasting a Coldplay song.
She had her dark black sunglasses on, and her wild blonde hair pulled back into a tight French braid. Her North face zipped up, to keep her warm from the chilly December air. She preferred to attract as little possible attention to herself. The loose hairs from her braid whipped her face, and her legs throbbed in her tight skinny jeans, her feet aching in her black converse.
She saw a particularly large crowd gathered around a concession stand? She tilted her head in wonder and as she was about to tap someone on the shoulder and ask what was going on, she saw the poster at the door of a theatre. The latest and hottest band, "Big Time Rush" was performing there in a week, just before Christmas. She rolled her eyes and kept walking.
Why was everyone so obsessed with this boy band? Yeah, the guys were hot, but they were all the same. Of course, the band worked for the record company that her father had to be CEO of. She grimaced and chanted over and over again in her head: Voiceovers, makeup, and pre-writtenbyotherpeople words. They were fakes. Juliette did not tolerate the time for fakes.
She pulled the collar of her warm jacket further up her neck, covering the bottom tips of her ears and her lips. She could feel herself getting a headache, and the familiarity of the common cold. She groaned in anger and stomped her foot frustratingly. She felt something soft under her shoe, followed by a loud, "OW!"
She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth, mumbling an apology which was barely literate due to her hand covering her mouth. Her bright green eyes met with a pair of warm brown eyes that she almost lost herself in.
"I'm so sorry," She finally managed to whispered, still staring into these stranger eyes.
"It's, ah, its okay." His voice replied, and she zoned back into reality and took one look at the person and had to use all of her will power to not roll her eyes.
It's like it was fate, and it was a mean twist of fate that she didn't want to happen.
Standing right in front of her was the one and only Carlos from the world wide famous band Big Time Rush.
She knew it was him from his face, which was permanently plastered in her mind from her friend who was positively obsessed with Carlos.
"I'm Carlos." He held his hand out, and because she was raised properly, Juliette shook his hand gently, and his noted on how warm his hand was against her. She didn't want to let go, but forced herself to.
"I know who you are, I'm Juliette." She smiled politely, and he chuckled at her.
"I should've figured you'd know who I was. And if you want an autograph, sure. I'm used to it by now." He grinned this amazingly adorable grin that made her stomach flip and flop.
"I don't want an autograph, thank you." And with that, she turned quickly and darted away from the boy, leaving him there to wallow in confusion.
She was only a few blocks away from her condo when she dropped her keys. She was about to bend down to get them, but a ghost white hand reached down and grabbed them before she could. "Hey!" She shouted, hoping that person wouldn't steal them, but as she looked up, she was met with baby blue eyes. She looked at the guys face and sucked in a breath.
How was this possible?
He dangled the keys in front of her face, laughing, and she snatched them from her.
"I'm Logan Mitchell." He smiled gently, and she held her hand out, wondering if she'd bump into Kendall by her condo, or maybe James.
"I'm Juliette. Sorry, but I've gotta go. Nice to meet you." She nodded and then sprinted away. Her stomach was flipping again, Logan was adorable too.
Before long, she was safely inside the warmth of her condo which was in the famous NYC skyline. She plopped down on the red velvet couch, and leaned down to pet the soft fur of her black lab puppy, Rebel. She leaned back, and closed her eyes, sucking in a long and much needed deep breath. She looked up as her brother, Santiago, slid into the room, literally. He was on his new roller blades that he'd recently gotten for his birthday.
"San!" She cried, looking at him in alarm. He skidded to a stop and looked at her coolly. "What the heck are you doing?" Her eyes were almost bugging out of her head.
"Skating." He shrugged, and started looping in circles around the coffee table.
"Stop!"
"Why?"
"William will kill you if he finds out you did that to his floor." She smirked and pointed at the deep black skid marks that stood out against the paleness of the white marble floor. Yeah, her condo had marble floors.
His eyes went wide in surprise and he basically jumped out of the roller blades and sprinted towards the kitchen, coming back with cleaning supplies as he scrubbed relentlessly at the floor.
She replayed the scene of meeting Carlos again and again through her head. All she could picture was his beautiful brown eyes boring into hers. Even though she didn't like the band, it was her personal opinion that he was the cutest of them all. She would never admit it to anyone, though. Then she depictured Logan's baby blue eyes and dimpled smirk. She shivered gently.
She sighed and got up, walking to her room and slipping straight into the bathroom to peer into the mirror. She frowned at her reflection. She always thought that she was awfully plain looking. She took her long French braid out, and ran her fingers through her soft and pale blonde hair that fell in luscious waves from being tied up so tight all day.
She surveyed her features, and from habit frowned, she thought her bone structure was disproportional, her nose was too small, her lips to thin, her eyes too wide, her cheek bones to high. Her face was to narrow. Her eyes were dull and green. She was plain. The only thing she loved about herself was her skin. She had a natural glowing tan from her mother's Hispanic background, while she got the rest of her features from her father's French heritage.
Carlos walked into the back of the theatre, his body temperature still adjusting to the new heat the flooded through his after stepping into the warm room, and out of the brisk cold.
His had the biggest smile on his face, and when Kendall saw him, he gave him a weird look. "What happened to you?"
"I met a girl." His grin only grew.
"Oooohh. A girl. Finally, we thought you were gonna come out of the closet sometime soon. You just saved yourself there, bro." James interrupted as he glided into the room, bringing a very strong cloud of axe with him.
"Dude, you do recognize that Axe is a body spray, and not a shower right?" Carlos asked, pinching his nose tightly, trying to get the smell out of the system. James laughed and shook his head. "I had to make sure I got the spray of thoroughly." He grinned wickedly as Gustavo made his entrance, Kelly at his side, feverishly writing stuff down in her notebook.
"Alright, dogs." Gustavo shouted, which was his normal voice, as this point they boys didn't even flinch. "Wait. We're short a dog. But oh my god, who cleaned the carpets with Axe?" His brow suddenly creased, and Carlos and Kendall both pointed at James, who was now going from his over confident self to a small figure, trying to shrink away.
"Next time, don't waste my time so you can bathe in it, James." Gustavo deadpanned, "Now, where is the other one? We can't practice without him."
"I'm right here." Logan announced, strolling into the theatre.
"Nice for you to join us, you're majesty, would you like some tea to make your stay more comfortable?" Gustavo asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Carlos, Kendall, and James all snickered, and received a death glare from the fourth boy who was squirming under the spotlight of Gustavo's attention.
"No, sir." He replied in a low voice, his head bowed in shame.
"Good." He clasped his hands together. "In your various performances, one of which I am not sure it will be, the CEO of Rocque Records will have his daughter watching. So that means if you don't do well, we're screwed. And a little birdie told me that she isn't a particular fan of BTR. So I want all of you, to make that happen. I've arranged with Mr. Lenore to have her and a few of her friends to the recording studio to have her listen in after the concert. I want you to behave. In case you don't know what that word means, and it wouldn't surprise me if you don't, look it up!" He shouted the last part loudly and stormed away, Kelly following like she was glued to his hip.
"I saw this girl today, she was so beautiful!" Logan about screamed at the boys. Carlos made a face in wonder.
"So did I!" He then broke out into a wide grin.
"That's weird." Kendall noted, as the boys walked towards the snack room. "Maybe it's the same girl. What's her name?"
In perfect synch, both Carlos and Logan said "Juliette."
"That may just be an incident. What does she look like, Carlos go first."
"She's about 5'8 and she had corn silk blonde hair pulled back in a French braid. She had an amazing body. Green eyes; and she was listening to her IPod. She was wearing skinny jeans, black sneakers and a black North Face jacket." He finished with a long breath.
"That's what my Juliette looks like." Logan growled.
My Juliet? Where did that come from? He thought to himself, the look of confusion appearing on his face.
Kendall looked at them both wide eyed and then all but fell over laughing. Carlos turned to Logan, and Logan to Carlos. A vicious flash crossed in Carlos's eyes, a flash forewarning that the girl was his. The same thing happened in Logan's eyes.
Before you could say half a syllable, the two boys were on the ground, wrestling with a vengeance, loud grunts and dull thuds of fists colliding with skin were echoing of the walls of the large room.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa guys. Break it up!" Their stage manager, Matt, said as he walked in, pulling a very pissed looking Carlos off of an even more pissed looking Logan.
"She's mine!" Logan screamed loudly.
Although the two boys had briefly met the girl, and didn't know the first thing about her, they were both infatuated with her.
The two boys stayed as far away from each other as they could for the rest of the week, another angry brawl occurring when Carlos accidently bumped into Logan; and a snide comment was made about Juliette being his.
At that point, Gustavo shouted that if the boys did not pull their act together, he would end BTR for good, and find another project to work with.
The two boys quickly got over it and back to rehearsing the new song and dance. It was the night of the concert which the CEO of the record company's daughter would be forced to go to the concert and then join the boys in the recording studio.
The only thing both Carlos and Logan could think about that week was what Juliette was doing. If Juliette had a boyfriend. If Juliette was a Big Time Rush Fan. If Juliette was going to one of the concerts. If they would ever get to see Juliet again.
Juliette had engulfed their minds and it seemed as though the two guys would never get her off of their minds.
Juliette sighed as she pulled her favorite jeans on, and slid on an AC/DC t-shirt. Her favorite Nike sneakers and her North Face. Her father was making her go to a Big Time Rush concert. And then spend time with the band after wards. Her best friend Nicole was going with her of course. Nicole was beyond stoked for this concert, being a huge Big Time Rush fan.
Juliette and Nicole were being driven and escorted to the concert by Juliette's usual caretakers. She nodded to William, intending that she could make it to her VIP section seats with her friends from the door. She showed the security people her and Nicole's passes, and led her to the private VIP section that Juliette's father had arranged for them to have.
She stayed seated as the four boys ran onto the stage, as the packed Arena went insane, screaming. Nicole was a part of this. Their seats also happened to be in the very front row. Throughout the concert, Juliette listened attentively, and she found herself surprised. They weren't bad actually, and she could tell that these boys were not lip singing, this was in fact their voices. She was actually quite impressed and found herself singing gently to the chorus of one of their songs. Towards the end of the boy's performance, Carlos glanced down at the front row, and his eyes spotted Juliette. His lips spread into the biggest possible grin that made Juliette's stomach do its flip thing once more. Nicole suddenly seemed to be having a heart attack or what not because she was clutching desperately to Juliette's arm.
"Carlos just looked at ME!" She screamed, "Then he grinned! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" She gushed, and Juliette sank in her seat a little, knowing that Carlos had in fact been looking at Juliette, not Nicole.
This was going to be a long night.