"What the hell?! Why would you put marshmallows in my soup?" "I'm sorry!" "Get out of my house!" "Fine!" I run outside to find my other best friend, James. "JAMES!" I scream. He only lives 4 blocks away. I can hear him calling my name. "What's wrong?" He's running down the street now. His brown hair is flying behind him. "Tori doesn't like me anymore. Can I stay with you?" "Yeah, but only if your okay with living with 3 other guys." "YAY!" I scream and I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up. When I come back down, I look into his beautiful blue eyes. God, he's gorgeous. "Umm, Cat?" He asks me. "Whaty?" "You may want to change out of your pajamas." I look down and realize yes, I'm still in my pink tank top, black sweatpants, and brown uggs, aka my pajamas.
James rolls my purple sparkly suitcase and I put on my sparkly pink backpack. We're heading to his house to see if there's any room for me. We arrive at the lovely home of BTR, aka The Palm Woods. Three girls with sunglasses are walking to me and James. "Hey James," they say, and walk off. "Those are the Jennifers." He explains to me. "KK" Then a guy with a guitar is walking past us when he says "Sup bra?""Guitar dude." James and I step into the elevator and we head to the 3rd floor. We walk to the apartment, and everything is quiet. But as soon as he opens the door-"Give it back Carlos!" Kendall yells. "When you give me my helmet cleaner!" He shouts back. Carlos glances in my direction then, he turns, then he says "CAT!" Logan, Kendall and Carlos all run towards me and tackle me with hugs. "You guys are like puppies!" I giggle.
"We haven't seen you in forever! How are you? How's your brother? Why didn't you audition with us to become BTR?" They start asking at the same time once we get off the floor. "I'm good. Still crazy. And I don't know. Maybe I could ask Gustavo, you know the turd, if I could-"Kendalls eyes get wide. Logan bites his hand. Carlos is shaking. Then James lets out his signature girly shriek. "Whaty?" I ask them. They point to the doorway. I slowly turn around to see Mr. Gustavo Roque, right there. "Mr. Roque. I would like to join BTR." I say as sweetly as I can. "Sing me your highest note," he replies. I hit a 7th octave C. A glass breaks in the backround. "Lowest note," I'm commanded. I hit a 3rd octave D. " may join. What is your name?" He asks me. "Caterina, but I'm called Cat." "Purrrfect." Gustavo says.