Chapter 1- Belle Bonita Griffin
Belle slipped off her flip flops and dropped onto her bed, exhausted. She had just finished unpacking all her clothes into her new apartment, '2K'. This was her first time living alone since her twin sister, Mercedes, had refused to bunk with her. Belle had just started her career as an actress/pop singer and her dad had signed a deal for her with a recording studio. Belle glanced at the time. 11:53pm. She dragged herself to her feet and changed into her pajamas.
She crawled into her bed and closed her eyes. Not long after, she was awoken by a loud noise in the apartment next to hers. "It'll go away," she mumbled to herself, trying to fall back to asleep. Unfortunately, the noise commenced. After about ten minutes of futile attempts to fall asleep, Belle dragged herself to her feet and walked out the apartment. She walked to the door labelled '2J' and knocked. After a short while, the door opened and she came face to face with a cute brunette.
He whipped his hair and sent her a flirty smile. In his left hand, he held a comb and mirror. "Hey. Can I help you?" he asked. Before she could respond, there was a male voice shouting from inside the apartment. "Hey, James! Who's at the door?" "Some chick!" James yelled back at him. A blonde rushed to the door. He looked out of breath. "Hey," he gasped. From the look on Belle's face, he could sense that something was wrong. Just to make sure, he asked, "Is something wrong?"
"No," Belle responded sarcastically. "I just came here in my pyjamas at..." she checked her watch, "...12:18 in the morning to say hi." "I'm sorry?" both boys said, uncertain. Belle sighed. "Look, it's okay if you guys are trying to have fun or something, but please keep it down," she pleaded. The boys nodded, assuring her that they'd be more quiet. She turned to leave. "Hey," the blonde called out after her. She turned. "Again, we're sorry for waking you up." She smiled and nodded at them, before turning back around and hearing the door close.
She slept well for the rest of the morning and awoke at 8:21am. She got up and took a shower. She got dressed in a black and blue colour-block tie-block top with a blue denim Bermuda shorts and blue flip flops. She hurried out of the Palm Woods and hopped into a cab. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, minus a few that curled naturally in front her face. She reached the recording studio at 9:13pm. 'Rocque Records,' she thought, after reading the words on the building. 'It sounds familiar.' When she walked down the hallway, there were pictures of different bands lined up on both walls.
Belle opened the door to the main office, just in time to hear a guy shouting, "OR YOU'RE OUT OF HERE!" In the room with the man were a woman and four hot teens. The boys and the woman stared at her. She recognized two of the boys from the night before, but, before she could say anything, the guy spun around. "Who're you?" he asked. "I'm Belle," she said, walking up to him and extending her hand to greet him. "Belle Bonita Griffin." The guy suddenly got super nice, shaking her hand repeatedly and asking her about her trip to Rocque Records and asking if she needed anything.
Thankfully, the woman came to her aid. "I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's just that Gustavo's really excited to meet you." Belle nodded and flashed one of her understanding smiles. "It's alright," she assured her. "I totally understand." "Well, we're pleased to have you here," said Gustavo. "I'm Gustavo Rocque and this is my assistant, Kelly Wainwright." "Nice to meet you," said Belle. The four boys behind Gustavo and Kelly started fidgeting. Gustavo turned around, glared at them and turned back to Belle. "Who're they?" she asked with a smile. Before Gustavo or Kelly could respond, the boys rushed forward. "We're big time rush..." started the blonde. "We're a band...," continued the Latino. "I'm James." The brunette extended his arm. "Really, James? Really?" a dark haired guy asked.
Belle giggled and accepted James' hand. "Nice to meet you, James." Gustavo interrupted. "Alright dogs! Heel!" They didn't. The boys just kept staring at Belle. "Dogs!" They still just stared at her. "Um... guys?" Belle asked, waving her hand in front of their faces. They blinked thrice, still in their weird little trance. "Your eyes are pretty-" "-and your hair-" "-and your face-" "-and your clothes." Gustavo and Kelly stared at the boys in disbelief. Belle just laughed. "And your laugh," the four boys chorused. "Okay," Kelly said, coming between the boys and Belle. "We better check your voice range so that Gustavo can start writing songs for you."
The boys stood there, agape. "You're signing a recording contract with rock records?" asked the Blonde, in disbelief. Belle nodded. "Yeah. By the way, I didn't quite get your names- all except James, of course." "My name's Kendall," said the blonde. "I'm Carlos," said the Latino. "And I'm Logan," the dark haired guy said. "Nice to meet you guys," said Belle. She turned her attention back to Gustavo and Kelly. "Well, miss Griffin, let's get started," said Gustavo. "Wait! Miss Griffin?" The four boys chorused. "As in Griffin's other daughter?" asked Kendall. Belle turned to them and smiled. "Yep. That's me! I'm Mercedes' twin, but, as you can see, we're not identical."