Chapter 1:Katie Cat
A/N Hi everyone! This is my FIRST fanfiction. It's called Fix a Heart. I hope you all like it! It's an O/C story. There's a lot of funny drama. Yeah, but it's good. So here's Chapter 1: Katie-Cat
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush. If I did, I wouldn't be here. Kendall would have been feeding me grapes in a bikini. I'd be wearing the bikini, not him.
(Gabby's POV)
I heard pot's clatter to the ground, a lot of shouting and the occasional "Katie don't [insert actions of abuse to person/thing here]," Right now, I was in Hollywood, California, in the famous Palm Woods' Hotel, actually in front of apartment 2J, home of well-known boy band Big Time Rush.
I was about to knock when the door suddenly opened. Standing in the doorway was a certain unidentified Latino Adonis. The anonymous god of a man in front of me was wearing the most adorable hockey helmet, and (mental aroused groan) oh Lord, he had the SEXIEST beauty mark on the corner of his chin. He had a smile that could light the sky better than the sun. He's so good looking that I'd drug this kid and take advantage of him, any day.
"Gabby?" he asked, Holy crapholios! He knows my name! The helmet hottie looked familiar.
"Carlos, who's at the door?" I heard a familiar voice. The owner of it soon came into view. I knew him! Who could forget a boy who had the most hilarious laugh and caterpillars for eyebrows (not literally, but those things are HUGE!)
"Kendall!" I jumped into his arms.
"Gabby, what are you doing here?"
"Well, Mama Knight said Katie really needed some 'girl time' and she thought I could help,"
Kendall nodded. "I'm not sure if you heard the noise outside but, Katie had a really bad temper tantrum, and she is now in her room, plotting against us. If you would like to join her, be my guest."
I rolled my eyes. "I'll go talk to her."
I stepped into apartment 2J. Holy crap. This apartment is wild! They had like every gaming system an, hockey foosball (did I mention I LOVE hockey?) and a -.
"SWIRLY SLIDE!" I screamed. I ran over to the slide and tried to climb into the slide, but something or SOMEONE was blocking my way! I backed away and the Latino's head popped out.
"NGH!" I made an indescribable noise. Was he TRYING to scar me?
"Carlos, stop trying to scare Gabby," a very naked, muscular fellow came out of the bathroom only in a towel.
"Shut up, James. She knows she likes it," "Carlos" tapped my nose and I giggled.
"Where's Katie's room?" I asked.
"You mean her lair? Behind the slide, second door, has a huge 'K', can't miss it." A now fully clothed James told me.
"Thanks."
(Katie's POV)
All I wanted to do was to get the new Louis Vitton little pink dress for Camille's 17th birthday Masquerade Ball. However, according to freakin Kendall it's too short. Bull!
There was a knock on my door. I buried my head into my pillow.
"Katie- Cat," someone said.
I groaned. No one calls me that anymore. I'm 14 years old!
"What happened to the cute, yet violent Katie that left me in Minnesota?" the voice questioned.
I shot up in my bed. OMFG! I jumped out of my bed and ran to hug my best friend. I more or less tackled her, but it's the thought that counts.
"What the helicopters are you doing here?" I practically shouted at Gabby.
"Here to be your best friend again!" she shouted back. Gabby looked so different. Last time I saw her she only kept her hair in a ponytail, and she had the biggest lips in the world; it made her face just look awkward. She had the cutest hockey helmet (she adopted the habit from Carlos), and the Harry Potter glasses. Now, she had the longest black hair with red highlights, perfect teeth, and curves that I'd kill to have. She finally grew into her lips.
"What happened to you?" I asked her.
" Santa finally brought me my curves." She joked. "But I have a question for you: who is the hot Latino in the hockey helmet, sitting in your living room?" Latino in the hockey helmet? I only knew one and that was Carlos.
(Gabby's POV)
"Gabs, that's Carlos. Remember, back in Minnesota, he was the kid with the helmet, always doing the stunts?" the memory came crashing down on me.
Flashback:
"Gabby, Gabby, Gabby! You have to come over right now!" seven-year-old Katie yelled at me over the phone.
"What, what, why?" I asked it was 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday, What could be so important?
"My mommy talked to your mommy and said you could sleep over!" excitement washed over my face.
"Okay, I'll be right there. " I told her. Since it was summertime, I threw on my favorite jeans shorts and my Smurfette t-shirt. I put on my favorite black Converse and tied my shoes.
"Mommy, can I go to Katie's house?" I pleaded widening my already huge chocolate orbs.
"Of course, sweetie. Just come back in time, so we can pack for your sleepover," My mommy told me.
I walked out the door and ran across the street to Katie's house. I rang the doorbell and Logan the last member of the famous foursome, opened the door.
"Hey, Gabby. We're all out back," he turned around and I followed him through the house and into the backyard.
"Katie- Cat!" I ran over to her, hugging her like we haven't seen each other in months even though I just saw her yesterday.
"Guess what? We're sleeping in a tent tonight! Kendall and James are setting it up," she gestured to the desperately confused boys looking at the tents set up guide.
[3 tent collapses, 2 stuck Carlos's and 3 smashed thumbs later]
"Oh Madame Katie, its so nice to have tea with you this fine afternoon," I said in my fake British accent. Katie and I were sitting in the tent having a tea party.
"Oh I do declare, it's fabulous, but I must tell you you're holding you cup wrong. Your pinky must be higher." Katie, in her British accent, instructed me.
"Like this?" I demonstrated.
"Higher"
"Like this?"
"Higher"
"Like THIS?"
"High—"
Suddenly, Katie and I were drenched in water; and I mean SOAKED to the bone. We opened the door of the tent and climbed out. The sprinklers were turned on. We stared at each other for a quick moment and then started wailing, out eyes streaming waterfalls. Out from the house came Mrs. Knight. One look at our dripping bodies and she turned to the boys all pointed to a guilty looking Carlos tampering with the hose pump.
(End flashback)
Hot damn! Puberty hit him like the freakin Polar Express.
"Holy crap! So you're saying I'm in love with Carlos?" I asked Katie.
"I wouldn't say in love, but pretty much." She sighed.
There was a knock on the door and we immediately stopped our conversation. It was Kendall.
"Hey, we're going to the pool. Want to come?" he asked.
"Sure", we both responded.
