So new BTR story! YAY! And I know lots of people do this kinda thing (Girl Best Friend Sorta thing) but I wrote this when BTR first came out so I had no idea at the time that the plotline was cliché. I'm still not finished with this story, but I'll post as much as I can at a time. I'm already 78 pages into it.
Anyways, this story is dedicated to my best friend, Savannah, who inspired the character Christie who will show up later in the story.
Enjoy!
I guess you could say I was the cause of all this. Of everything that had happened to us. And I guess you're right.
And you are.
Hi, I better introduce myself. My name is Jennifer Caitlin Taylor, born and raised in Minnesota.
And Minnesota is where our story starts.
It was a Tuesday morning, I think, not that it mattered much. Mid March. Negative six degrees.
I figured out a couple of things that day. One, Kendall was an idiot. Two, Carlos was also an idiot. Four, James was the biggest idiot of all. And four… Well Logan wasn't an idiot. You can't call Logan an idiot. He was just stupid.
That day. It sounds weird to say. Like it was an apocalypse or something. Well, at least it was for me, for the most part. It was the day that started the end.
I know I sound melodramatic and crap, so let's get to the story.
The tee bar. I think that is what started everything. A tee bar left in the valve, and you couldn't help yourself and turned it like hell. You and your chance. You can't just stop for a second and think.
"You guys know you look really funny right now," I questioned, letting out a small laugh, "and you are also really dumb," I smacked Kendall on the back of his head, "You knew I would come and kick your butts."
"Ow! I'm bruised back there! Apparently if a guy doesn't have a helmet over his head," Kendall eyed James, "girls aim for your head."
"Technically you can't get bruised in the back of the head," Logan stated, playing with the ripped edges of his green tee-shirt as he plopped on the couch across from Kendall.
"Thank you Logan," I strode over to him and gave him a quick friendly peck on the cheek, "at least one of you four has a little logic."
"Little?" Logan gaped at me.
Kendall rolled his eyes, "Thanks a lot man. You gave her a reason to hit me more."
"As long as she doesn't touch the hair," James pointed to his strands of blonde hair as he entered the room, tossing me a Coca Cola.
"Thanks kiddo," I smiled over at him, "and no, I won't touch your precious hair."
"See! Someone else thinks my hair is magical!" James smiled proudly.
I rolled my eyes as Carlos walked into the room, carrying his helmet under his arm.
"What'd I miss?" Carlos asked, placing the helmet carefully on his head.
"Nothing much. Just hitting Kendall and such," I smiled and grabbed the remote from the coffee table.
"You're kind of psycho aren't you?" Carlos asked, smirking at me.
"Psh. You barely noticed?" James replied, looking over at me with sly eyes.
"Yes, I am," I smiled and plopped down on the couch, changing Katie's usual channel (stinkin' Disney!) to MTV.
Kendall sat down next to me, leaning his head on my shoulder. "Ah, the Pussy Cat Dolls make the pain go away."
"Don't make me bop you on the head again," I replied as I put my legs over Carlos and Logan's laps.
"Whatever, I can handle you!" Kendall lifted his head off of my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes, putting up his fists like he was getting ready to box.
"You're an idiot. I'll beat you up just like I did when we were 5," I play punched him in the shoulder and stood up.
"Hey! You were taller than me then, but now," he inched closer to me so that his chest was against mine, looking down at me with that cocky smile, his gorgeous green eyes twinkling, "I'm much taller than you."
"First off, I'm a girl, second off; I wasn't the only one there, right James?" I turned towards James, his face still glued to the TV.
"Ssh! Look at the guy on TV!" James jabbed a finger at the set.
"Do you want to be a pop star? Well today's your chance, if you're in Minnesota, are you ready?" Sway said, pointing at us.
A blonde haired girl popped onto the TV shouting, "I'm going to be the next Gwen Stefani!"
"Isn't that Jenny Tinkler from homeroom?" I pointed at the girl with the same name as me as she pranced around in front of the camera. All the boys' eyes were glued to the set with interest.
"Gustavo Rocque, nineties mega producer of bands like Boy Quake, Boys in the Attic, and Boyz City is looking for his next pop super star…" Sway continued talking but I couldn't listen to anymore of this crap.
"Ha! Gustavo Rocque? The old nineties producer that did those old 'Girl' songs? He's here? Man that guy's such a turd…" I looked over at Kendall, who was beginning to smirk at the old song, "Yeah he's such a turd. Oh yeah a giant turd. He looks like a turd and he smells like a turd!" I sang out with a smile.
"Shut up Jen! I'm trying to get famous here!" James called over.
I put him in a head lock, "Oh yeah? Are you famous yet?"
"Almost…," he plopped back down on his seat, "and when I do, I'm getting married to her." He pointed at the TV as it switched back over to Nicole Scherzinger.
"Nicole? Really? And how are you planning to do that?" I asked.
"No, no, no, no!" Kendall called out, giving me a frantic look.
James hopped up on the table in front of me. "I'm going to become famous! Sing at sold out arenas and…"
"We get it James. You've told us this before," I smiled and patted his arm.
"Are you done now? Please be done," Logan pleaded, with his dark, rich eyes.
His eyes are great. They're wonderful. They're… Woah. Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, I thought, shaking my head in slight disgust. Damn teenage hormones.
"Get down from the table. You're going to hurt yourself," I tugged James down and placed my arm around his shoulder.
"Whatever, whatever. I better get over there. So I can audition," James looked over at the clock, letting his arm snake around my waist.
"Holy crap! It's almost five already!" Logan yelled.
"Thanks for yelling in my ear, Logan. And you probably won't make it if you're just going to sit around like this," I stated, glaring at Logan as I rubbed my ears.
"But! But! This is my chance to finally become famous!" James pouted, yanking his arm from around my waist.
"Well, are you just going to stand here?" I placed my hands on my hips.
"No!" They all yelled in union, grabbing their heavy winter coats.
"Then get your butts out there!" I yelled, pushing them all to the door, "And don't come back till I can tell everyone my four best friends are famous!"
They started out the door, slamming it quickly behind them. I counted quietly, reaching to ten before the door swung open and I saw the top of a blonde head.
"We don't have a ride," James bit his lip as the other boys entered the room.
"Call all Moms," I stated with a sigh as I reached into my pocket for my phone. I dropped my phone on the table like the rest of the guys and waited for the ring.
"Ring already! Ring!" James practically screamed at the silent phones.
I looked over at the phones, knowing it wouldn't ring anytime soon.
"Just go over to Mrs. Hosking's," I said with a small smirk as all four boys looked over to me for an idea. I always had an idea to fix everything.
I smiled and waved them good bye as they piled into Mrs. Hosking's car after a small time of persuasion.
I sighed, running my hands through my curly, black locks, walking into the living room once again.
"Those guys are so stupid," I laughed, waltzing into Kendall's room to grab a shirt.
Once I had one that satisfied me (he has a lot of grey sweat shirts) I lifted off my wet, white tee (just like the boys to pick the one day out of the whole year I had a white t-shirt and black bra on) and slipped it on.
I stood in front of Kendall's mirror, smiling at myself. I wasn't exactly the prettiest girl in the world, with my messy black hair and pale, white skin. I guess you could say I was a tomboy, only wearing sweats or baggy jeans and boy tee-shirts with my hair up, and never wearing skirts or make up. I was very cliché.
I guess that's why I had become such close friends with the boys.
I had met Kendall… strike that. I had known Kendall my whole life, our families being friends since, like, the beginning of time. I had known him since I was in the womb.
He was my best friend.
He's the most important person in my life.
I had met Carlos and James during pre-school when Kendall and I use to play in the sand box. They had come up and kicked sand in my eyes. They hadn't known I would kick their asses.
Carlos and James take a close second.
Then, I had met Logan in fourth grade. He was the cute new guy, with all the knowledge, and pretty much all the girls going after him. I was the only one with enough guts to actually go up to him and say hello.
I really don't know where I stand with this guy. He is one of my closest and best friends but… he's Logan. He really doesn't understand girls. He doesn't really understand me.
So, that's how we all became best friends. And this, this story right here, is how we all fell apart.
I had never had any real girl friends, just me and the guys. It's not like I needed any friends besides them. You could say I was different. Ok, I was very different. I didn't like what all the other girl's liked (like that band The Jennifers or Dak) and, true story, I had had never had a boyfriend. In my life. I was pretty much a misfit to everyone else in the world except the boys.
Honestly, I was one of the boys.