Falling Into Your Sunshine
Chapter One: Perfect
There was only one word that could describe what Robyn Rocque was feeling at this very moment.
Annoyance. Pure, unadulterated annoyance. And possibly exasperation, but mostly annoyance.
And just what was causing said annoyance? Marcus Fletcher.
You see, the blonde haired boy was a bit… dim witted. He could not see, or chose to ignore, the pained look the brunette had been giving him for the past few minutes as he prattled on and on about a new acting role that was deemed 'just perfect' for him. He did not realize, or did not care, that she had no interest whatsoever about his possible career, or how his goldfish had just died or whatever he was going to tell her next.
'Either he's too self-obsessed to notice I don't give a damn… or he's just plain stupid,' the 15 year old girl thought to herself darkly, her lips pulling back in a disgusted and angry sneer. One thing was decided; if he didn't suffocate by lack of oxygen by constantly talking, she would take it into her own hands to make him shut his mouth.
"I'm perfect for the role! There's no one else that could play this part more perfectly than me! I have it all; the perfect hair, the perfect body, the perfect talent!" the blonde cheered. Robyn felt her left eye twitch, a habit she'd adopted to express her irritation.
"Too bad you're missing the 'perfect' personality," Robyn muttered to herself, but Marcus was too caught up in rambling to hear her. She shifted uncomfortably in her pool chair. She'd come out to the pool area to enjoy the relaxing mood, and the warm, bright Los Angeles sun, but it seemed as though fate had other plans in store, for as soon as she touched the pool chair that was just calling out to her, telling her to take advantage of it, to jam the earbuds into her ears, and let the music stored in her sleek, iPod Touch carry her away to Imagination Land, the boy seemingly appeared out of nowhere (or, if you asked Robyn herself, from the deepest pit of hell), and started babbling about how he'd just come back from an audition, and was obviously confident that he'd secured the role.
Robyn sighed, loudly, hoping that Marcus would take a hint, but of course, he didn't. "It all went-"
"Perfectly?" Robyn suggested, a sarcastic tone taking over her voice. Marcus just nodded vigorously.
"Yes! Exactly! That's the perfect word for it!" Robyn rolled her eyes, her fingers jerking, just itching to punch the tanned boy. This wasn't the first time Marcus had brought such a tempting offer to light. No, this was a weekly, if not daily, thing. Robyn would try to relax, Marcus would ruin her entire day.
'Breathe,' Robyn told herself, trying to calm herself down before she did something she would regret later on. I mean, Marcus would probably sue her and demand she pay for a nose job if she did in fact punch him. 'Just breathe…'
Suddenly, a sharp, musical sound cut into her thoughts, and Marcus paused in his talking to reach inside his pocket and take out his cell phone. He flipped it open, and held it to his ear.
"Hello? Oh, I see. Yes, I'll be right there. Okay, bye." He closed his phone, and replaced it into his pocket, and Robyn held her breath. Could it be that he was finally going to leave? He turned to her, an apologetic look on his face.
"That was my manager. It appears she has some news about the audition," he said, and Robyn tightened her grip around her iPod. "I have to go. I'll see you later, Robyn." With a wink that made Robyn want to hit him even more, the egotistical actor stood up, and walked away. Robyn did not move until she was sure he was a good fifty feet away, before releasing her breath.
Robyn decided at that moment that whoever his manager was, she loved them.
The girl jumped up, shoved her iPod in her pocket, and chose to retreat to the safe confides of her Palm Woods apartment, 5H, before Marcus had the chance to find her and a) moaned and groaned about how he didn't get the part, or worse, b) animatedly talked about how he had gotten the part and "perfect" it all was. Robyn peeked inside the lobby, her bright green eyes flickering from left to right, surveying the scene. Overall, there weren't too many people in the lobby. Some girls were sitting on a couch, and appeared to be reading a teen magazine and giggling, a woman was walking towards the elevator with a luggage cart, Bitters was glaring at people, then again, he always was. Robyn bit her lip, and then flipped the hood of her unzipped, black hoodie over her head, just in case Marcus appeared again, and started to shuffle towards the other elevator.
'It's sad if I'm going through all of this trouble just to avoid someone,' she thought, deadpanned, slinking past various people. She received weird looks, but couldn't blame them. It wasn't every day you saw someone walk as if they thought at the very next moment, something would jump out and attack them. Though that was what Robyn was indeed thinking. 'I don't remember the elevator being this far away.' She passed by a trio of girls, known as the Jennifers, and suddenly, her movements slowed. Her eyes widened. 'No! Damn their stupid slow motion walk!' Apparently, it affected the people around the three girls as well. When they were a foot away, Robyn felt her feet speed up, and she sighed in relief. Only then did she realize something. 'Heh… I'm like ninja.' The black hood on her only confirmed her thoughts farther, and she felt an amused grin spread out on her face. 'All I need is a sword, or a pair of nun chucks, and I'm good.' Or at least that's what she thought. At that moment, as she neared the elevator, a boy dropped his ice cream cone. Robyn's eyes flashed towards the chocolate cone as it splattered on the ground, and she licked her lips, wanting the cold treat. Then, at hearing the elevator 'ding', she turned back towards it, and something then collided with her.
She yelped as she was thrown back a good two feet, before she crashed to the ground. Her mind cursed as her back screamed in pain, and her head hit the floor. It also didn't help that whatever had hit her was currently lying on top of her, crushing her lungs. She gasped in pain, her eyes squeezing shut.
'First rule of ninja code; Never get distracted.' Robyn would remember that next time. Her hood had been pushed back, her dark, curly brown hair splayed around her, as if a sign that she'd been stripped of her 'ninja' title.
"I'm so sorry!" And low behold, a voice from the heavens shouted down at her. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of a male voice, and she found herself staring into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. Robyn blinked, as heavenly music drifted though her head, Was it just her, or did a golden background appear? 'Ugh, snap out of it, Robyn! Goddammit, how hard did I hit my head?' It turned out that the 'something' that had hit her wasn't a 'something' at all. It was a 'someone'. A boy, actually. He had tan skin, flawless except for the small beauty mark on his chin and black hair that peeked out from underneath his… helmet? Robyn stared at the piece of head equipment. Why on earth was this boy wearing a helmet? At the sound of silence, she trailed her gaze back down to boy's eyes, and she blinked. Neither one of them moved for a moment, until Robyn spoke.
"I'm the worst ninja ever." The boy's eyebrows furrowed at her statement, clearly confused by what she meant. A puzzled look spread across his face, and Robyn felt a small blush color her cheeks. She hadn't intended to say it out loud. Before the boy could question what she'd meant, she spoke again. "Um, would you mind getting off of me?" The boy's eyes widened, and he realized the awkward position they were in; him straddling her waist, his hands placed on either side of her head, her arms lying limply at her sides. He flushed. Hell, at 16 years old, he'd practically never touched a girl before in Minnesota, and now here he was, pressed flush up against one he didn't even know in Los Angeles.
Adding to Carlos' lack of experience with girls, the girl he'd run into wasn't bad looking. In fact, she was pretty. Really pretty. And that just made the situation even more awkward. Her skin was lightly tanned, from the exposure to the L.A. sun, with bright green eyes. Looking closer, Carlos saw the small, golden flecks in them. Her hair fell in tight curls, and was splayed around her, looking like, in Carlos' opinion at least, springs sticking out from her head.
… This was Carlos after all.
"Uh, yeah," he said, awkwardly, as he rolled over to the side. Robyn sighed in relief as the pressure was lifted from her chest, taking a deep breath.
"Nice one, Carlos," another boy's voice said, sarcastically. 'So,' Robyn thought, 'that's his name. Carlos.' Carlos scrambled up, an embarrassed look adorning his face as he looked at his group of friends. Robyn braced her hands against the floor, and pushed. She winced as pain resonated from her back, and a quiet whimper escaped her. Her small sound of pain brought Carlos' attention back to the girl.
"I'm so sorry!" he said, once again, and he held out his hand. Robyn blinked, and looked up at him again. Not good. There were three Carlos' instead of one. She picked the middle one and hoped to God she was right so she could save herself from more humiliation, and grabbed his hand. He pulled, and Robyn followed… completely. Meaning that as soon as she was on her feet, she practically fell against him, stumbling. Carlos grabbed her arms to steady her, as her vision spun. 'Damn, that blow to the head did more damage than I thought.'
"Are you okay?" the Latino asked, and Robyn blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision as her head pounded.
"… I think so," she finally said, and she looked up at him. Carlos' face slowly began to clear, and she blinked once more. One thought passed through her head, bringing a blush to her cheeks once more.
'He has really pretty eyes.' She thanked God she didn't say that out loud. 'Oh, God, as if I didn't need my head to be more even more screwed…'
"Hey, are you okay?" Another voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to see three boys quickly approaching her. Only then did she noticed Carlos still had a hold of her.
"Um, yeah. I'm fine," she answered, pulling her hands away, and taking a step back. However, still being dizzy, she tripped, and went crashing towards the ground a second time, when arms wrapped around, stopping her. She blinked, as a face came into view, Carlos' face. "… Uh, thanks…" He pulled her up, and released her.
"Yeah, no problem," he said, somewhat bashfully. "I'm really sorry about running into you." Robyn shook her head.
"Nah, it's okay, dude," she said, and she felt her old self returning as she pushed the pain in her head to the back of her mind.
"You sure?" the other dark haired member of the group of boys asked, and Robyn nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured them. "I just gotta make it to my room."
"Do you need someone to go with?" he asked, and she shook her head again.
"I'll be fine…" She gave them a confused look, sure that she'd never seen them around before. "Wait, who are you guys?" The boy with perfect, brunette hair grinned at her.
"We're Big Time Rush," he said. "We're a band." The rest of the boys grinned at her, as she just tilted her head, reaching up to rub the back of her head. Did the guys suddenly adopt 'cool' poses? Maybe she hit her hard way too hard…
"… Who?" Her innocent question made the smiles and poses drop instantly. Did they expect her to know who they were?
"I'm Kendall," the blonde said.
"Logan," the other brunette said.
"I'm Carlos," Carlos said. Robyn looked at the other boy, waiting for him to introduce himself. He suddenly whipped out a comb from his pocket, combed his hair, and then gave her a charming smile.
"… I'm James," he said, in a deep voice that clearly said 'I'm a god. Bow down, bitches'. Or at least that's what it told Robyn. She gave him a blank look. 'Wow. This guy makes Marcus seem like Mother freaking Theresa… Wait, Big Time Rush… I've heard that somewhere before…'
"They're DOGS! Total, complete DOGS!" Gustavo complained, loudly, to Robyn and her father.
"Gustavo, they can't be that bad," Robyn argued, frowning at her uncle. Gustavo snorted.
"Oh, I'm telling you, the members of Big Time Rush are DOGS!" Robyn winced as Gustavo's voice took on a whole other level of loud.
"Wait… you guys are Gustavo's new project, aren't you?" she asked, and the boys grinned, happy that she knew them.
"Yeah," Kendall said, and she nodded. She was confused as to why Gustavo didn't like them. They didn't seem that bad… well, so far. She'd only known them for a few minutes. They gave her expecting looks, and she realized that she hadn't said anything yet.
"Oh, I'm Robyn," she introduced, and the boys nodded.
"Hey, what did you mean by you're the worst ninja ever?" Carlos asked, and Robyn flushed. Damn, she was hoping he'd forgotten about that.
"Oh, uh… Well, I'm trying really hard to avoid someone, and so I was just… trying to get through the lobby…" At their quizzical looks, she quickly denied, "I don't go around playing ninja in the lobby, okay?" 'But, it would've been so cool if I had gotten away with it…'
"Who were you trying to avoid?" Kendall asked, and Robyn opened her mouth to reply, but a sudden shout of her name interrupted her.
"Robyn!" She froze. She knew that voice… "Robyn!"
"Crap!" she hissed, and she looked at the guys pleadingly. "Hide me!" They just nodded, as she dashed behind them. No more than a second later, Marcus entered the lobby, looking around. Robyn bit her lip, as she heard him ask different people if they'd seen her. She crept over to Carlos, and looked over his shoulder, since he was the shortest one of the group. He was still taller than her, however, by two inches, with Robyn standing at 5'4". She held her breath as her hair brushed against Carlo's shoulder, peeking over him.
"Hey! You guys over there!" Robyn let a small, quiet squeak and ducked behind the boys once again, as she heard Marcus approach them. "You guys are Big Time Rush, right? Have you seen Robyn?" Robyn squeezed her eyes shut.
"She went that way," all boys said simultaneously, yet they all pointed in different directions. Marcus gave them a confused look, and then they all switched directions. "I mean that way!" Robyn grinned, and there was silence as Marcus stared.
"Wait, what way-"
"She went up to the roof!" Carlos burst out, pointing to the ceiling. Robyn slapped a hand over mouth, trying desperately to keep the laughter that threatened to bubble over to herself, not wanting to give herself away. A small giggle escaped her. Marcus nodded, believing the obvious, poorly told lie.
"Thanks!" And they all watched as he actually went over to the elevator, and got in. The boys shuffled towards the direction of the elevator, covering the girl hiding behind them. They all waved, and Marcus waved back, before the doors closed. As soon as the did, the boys dropped their hands, and Kendall, Logan, and James took a step forward, before spinning around on their heel to stare at Carlos incredulously.
"The roof?" Kendall asked.
"The Palm Woods doesn't even have a roof!" Logan argued.
"Well, it worked, didn't it? He's gone!" Carlos protested. Robyn started to laugh, and she grinned at them.
"I can't believe he fell for it, dudes!" she exclaimed, grinning at them. "That was just…" And Robyn found herself using the one word she'd detested 20 minutes before, "… perfect. Thank you."
"You're welcome," Kendall said.
"Really, thanks a lot, guys. Now I have time to make it up to my apartment before he gets back. Hey, if you see him, please tell him-"
"You went that way," the boys said at once, once again all pointing in different directions. Robyn grinned, and just shook her head.
"Bye, guys," she said, and she waved her hand, smiling sweetly as she walked towards the open elevator. She stepped inside, and pressed the button, and just as the doors were closing, she grinned at Carlos. "Oh, and by the way… Cute helmet, Carlos." Carlos' eyes widened, and he practically gaped as the doors shut.
The boys were silent, each mulling over their thoughts.
"You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" Kendall asked, and nodded his head towards the elevator.
"She's totally into Carlos," Logan and James said together, nodding, and Kendall nodded.
"Spinach is the devil?" Carlos suggested, and the boys gave him yet another disbelieving look, one he'd received just moments before. Carlos shrugged. "What? It's true…" Kendall shook his head.
"No. Robyn totally likes you, Carlos," Kendall explained, and Carlos gave him a confused look.
"What? No she doesn't," he said, shaking his head. The boys glanced at each other. They knew Carlos was oblivious, but this? Really? James sighed, and put up his hand up.
"I got this," he said, confidently, and Kendall and Logan nodded. James, with his pretty face, had the most experience with girls, and he put a hand on Carlos' shoulder as they walked towards the pool. "Carlos, Robyn was totally flirting with you."
"How?"
"She didn't yell at you for running into her, she laughed at your stupid lie…" Carlos seemed to think about his words of wisdom, and he grinned, before it dimmed.
"Hey! It wasn't stupid!"
"Was that the only thing you caught out of that?" James asked him. Carlos sighed. "She even called your helmet cute!"
"Dude, there's no way a girl from L.A. would go after a guy like me."
"Well, you just missed the one girl who would!" Carlos shook his head.
His reasoning behind his thinking was not stupid. These Palm Woods L.A. girls were hard to get. Look at the Jennifers. They demanded perfection, and Robyn was no different.
Carlos shook the thoughts out of his head, and suddenly, grabbed a pool noodle, shoving it in James' face. He grinned. "Noodle fight!" he shouted, and he ran away as James ran after him for hitting 'The Face'.
Unbeknownst to him, Robyn was currently sitting at a chair next to the island in her apartment, and eating ice cream, grinning to her self.
Life at Palm Woods just got a hell of a lot more interesting…
Precisely an hour later, at 5:30, her phone rang, and she picked it up.
"Hello-"
"YOU DOGS CAN'T DANCE!" Robyn winced at the sound of the background yeller that was, indeed, Gustavo.
"Hey, Robyn?" Robyn recognized the voice on the other end as Kelly, Gustavo's assistant.
"Oh, hey, Kelly. What's up?" She heard more crashes, and Gustavo yelling. "What's wrong now?"
"You know Big Time Rush, Gustavo's new project?" Robyn nodded, and then, upon realizing that Kelly couldn't see it, spoke.
"Yeah."
"Well, they're not… the best dancers…"
"And Gustavo is more than ticked at that."
"Exactly," Kelly agreed. Robyn 'hmmed'.
"Well, what about that X guy?"
"… He quit." Robyn's eyes widened. Big Time Rush had made him, one of the most driven choreographers ever, quit? Just how bad were these guys?
"… They made him quit?" she asked, blankly.
"Um, yeah-"
"YOU DOGS NEED TO LEARN TO DANCE! NOW!"
"-So, I have a favor to ask of you." Robyn sighed, and smacked her forehead, knowing what that favor would be.
"You want me to come over there and see if I can teach 'em something, right?"
"That would be fantastic, and I'd really appreciate it. Maybe you can teach them something, since you are their age, and more importantly, a girl," Kelly explained, and Robyn grinned to herself as she heard crashes. This was going to be fun.
"Wait, your niece is going to come over here and teach us to dance?" Kendall asked once Gustavo calmed down a little to where they could actually talk.
"Yes!" Gustavo yelled, and the boys shared collective looks, a scared look on their faces. Gustavo was bad enough. Now, a girl who was related to Gustavo was going to come… They all gave disgusted groans as they all thought of the same thing; Gustavo in a skirt. That would be enough to scar anyone. Gustavo and Kelly watched as James almost threw up, Logan started to hyperventilate, and Carlos was practically crying, while Kendall stood there, eyes wide, frozen.
"What's wrong with them?" Gustavo asked Kelly, and she shrugged.
"I'm not sure."
"Well FIX THEM THEN-!" His yell was cut off by his door bursting open. He whipped towards the intruder. "DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?" The girl blinked, unfazed by his yelling. She'd had years to get used to it.
"I'm your niece," the girl said, smugly. "I can come in whenever I want."
"SAYS WHO?"
"Me," the girls said simply, and the boys glanced around Gustavo to see her. Their eyes widened.
"Robyn?" Robyn smiled, and waved.
"Hey guys," she greeted, walking in fully, and closing the door. Donned in a gray tank top, with black cargo pants, and sneakers, her curly hair was put into a ponytail, and she smirked at their gaping mouths. "What?"
"You're Gustavo's niece?" Carlos asked, and she nodded.
"Well, hello to you too, Carlos," she said, sarcastically.
"Wait, you're related to that?" James asked, pointing to Gustavo. He backed away as Gustavo turned his glare onto him.
"How?" Logan asked, and Robyn shrugged.
"My dad's his brother."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Carlos asked.
"You didn't ask."
"Wait, you're going to teach us how to dance?" Kendall asked, and she smirked at them.
"Well, I'm gonna try." At their looks, she added, "And don't think I'm going to go easy on you guys because I know you. Be prepared to hurt." With that, she spun around, and started walking towards the door. She paused and turned to look at them. "Well? You coming or what?" The boys looked at each other reluctantly. What did Robyn have in store?
"Okay!" Robyn announced, walking to the front of the room. She turned around, and crossed her arms, jutting out her hip, looking at them superiorly. "Show me what you got!" The boys stared.
"I can't believe she's Gustavo's niece," Carlos mumbled.
"NOW!" The boys jumped at her sudden yell.
"I can," James grumbled at her shout. Robyn smirked.
"I heard that." James gulped, and she snickered. "I'm not afraid to mess up that perfect hair of yours, pretty boy." His eyes widened, and he yelped, covering his head. "Now, get moving!"
And Robyn witnessed the worst dancing ever.
Carlos did the running man, and ran into James, who was framing his face and giving Robyn spirit fingers. Those two fell down, and Logan, who was just snapping his fingers, pacing back and forth while giving her a cheesy smile, tripped over them, yelling as he went down. Kendall, who was just spinning around in circles, soon followed, and in the end, all boys ended up on the floor.
Robyn felt her eye twitch. People could not be this bad.
"… What the hell was that?" she asked, looking down at them. "Were you guys like, biologically programmed not to dance?" Carlos flashed her a grin, and she felt one start to form on her own face, but she brushed it off, and pulled out her iPod, and plugged it in to the speakers in the room. She looked very carefully at them, and chose 'If I Had You' by Adam Lambert, before turning around to face the wall.
"Everyone up!" she shouted, and she looked at them over her shoulder, flashing them a dangerous smirk. The boy felt fear creep into them as they picked themselves up.
The next two hours were going to be hell.
40 minutes later, the members of Big Time Rush groaned in pain, all in various positions; Kendall was leaning down, hands on his knees, Logan was hanging onto the bar, feeling that his legs were about to give out, Carlos' legs did give out, and he was sprawled out on the floor yet again, and James was on one knee. All four were gasping for air, and were sweating. Robyn, however, just stood there, scowling, perfectly calm, cool, and collected.
"Get up," she snapped, and the guys groaned in pain.
"Listen, Robyn, can't we just take a teeny, weeny break?" Carlos pleaded, looking at her with big, brown eyes. Robyn felt her resolve shake, quiver, and then break. She sighed.
"Fine. Five minutes," she said, and the guys grinned. "But YOU." Logan's eyes widened as her eyes narrowed, pointing at him. "You are the worst dancer out of everyone here. It's like you can't feel music at all," she said, bluntly. Oh yes, she was in fact Gustavo's niece. Logan winced at her harsh words, and her eyes softened. "Look, Logan, you really need to try here. In fact," she turned to all of them, "you ALL really need to try here!"
"We are trying!" Kendall protested, and she glared, scoffing.
"It doesn't seem like it. Being in a boy band means you need to be able to do two things. 1. Sing, and 2. DANCE. You guys need to WANT this. Otherwise, you're just hopeless, and I'm just wasting my time here."
"We do want this!" Carlos protested, but Robyn ignored him, shrugging.
"Hey, I don't care whether you guys make it or not," she said, carelessly. That was a lie, however. She did care. "I'm getting paid either way. If you guys are just going to complain and give up," she pointed at the door, "then there's the door. Have a nice day." It was quiet as Robyn glared at all of them, a challenging look on her face, daring them to do something. Finally, someone spoke.
"We want this." Her eyes flickered to Kendall. "We want this. We really do. And we're not going to give up." Robyn looked at the others, and they nodded. Robyn felt a smirk creep onto her face, and felt pride inside her. They really did want this. And she'd help them.
"You guys are gonna make it," she said simply, before turning around. "Now, get your asses up, and dance!"
An hour later, Robyn found herself watching the boys inside the studio sing and dance. She smiled. After the boys had buckled down and gave it their all, she was surprised at how good they were when they actually tried. She felt proud of them.
Gustavo watched with an emotionless mask on his face, while Kelly grinned at Robyn, and she grinned back, as she stood there, arms crossed, observing the boys. She saw Logan fumble, and smirked.
"You. Mr. Uncoordinated. Come here." Logan gulped, and stumbled over the girl. As soon as he reached her, she demanded, "Starting position." Logan did as he was told, and she walked around him, observing practically every inch of his pose. She slipped her foot in between his legs, and nudged him right one. "Spread your legs more." The boys snickered, as Logan blushed slightly and did what she said. Robyn grabbed his arm, and lifted it up. She then grabbed his shirt, and pulled him towards her, straightening his back. "Straighten your posture." The boys laughed even more. He did a little bit, and she growled. "More, or I'll kick your back." Logan's eyes widened and he straightened his back. She grabbed his waist, and made him turn slightly to the right.
"When you're done feeling up Logan, Robyn," Kendall started, smirking, "we're over here." She rolled her eyes, and looked at Logan. She smirked slightly at his blush, and she chuckled.
"Just remember this pose," she said, and he nodded, before fumbling over to the group. He glared as they laughed even harder, mumbling to himself, "I need to get new friends…"
"That's the closest Logie's ever been to a girl," Kendall teased, and suddenly Robyn whirled around, and pointed at him.
"Blondie. You're next." Kendall's smile dropped.
Needless to say, she'd made Kendall feel the most uncomfortable.
She laughed at the memory, and continued to watch the guys. They could sing, she'd give them that. And they seemed to have the force that drove them to want it.
She rolled her eyes as James did a hair flip. Out of all of the boys in the group, he was definitely the most Hollywood.
"James," she snapped, and she pointed to the spot in front of her. James walked over to her, as Kendall walked back, eyes wide, probably scarred all over again. The brunette stood haughtily in front of her, and she crossed her arms, and stared at him. She opened her mouth, but James cut her off.
"Starting position, right?" he asked, and she narrowed her eyes, as he struck his pose dramatically. Oh yes, he was definitely the most Hollywood.
"Less Hollywood, pretty boy," she said, rolling her eyes, and James gave her a disbelieving look. "Don't be so dramatic. It kinda makes you seem like you think you're better than everyone else"
"But I AM better than everyone else." Robyn gave him a deadpanned look, and the boys watched. Did her left eye just twitch?
"I want to punch you so hard right now, but Gustavo would kill me," she said. "You're lucky your pretty. Now go over there, far away from me." James just grinned, and walked away.
Robyn's eyes met Carlos', and he grinned. She smiled back.
"Helmet," she snapped, and she pointed to spot in front of her. He jumped up as James sauntered over to the group. As soon as Carlos got there, she promptly reached up, grabbed the shiny, black helmet off of his head, and yanked it off. Carlos yelped in protest.
"Hey!" Robyn shrugged.
"There's no way in hell Gustavo is going to let you wear this on stage, even if it is cute." Carlos blinked at the compliment, and she just grinned at him. He felt a blush come to his cheeks, as she set the helmet on the ground.
"But.. B-But…" Carlos stammered, not even be able to talk. The helmet was a part of him… Robyn frowned.
"Helmet, chill, you can have it back after your done dancing. I'll keep it safe," she assured him, smirking, and Carlos sighed, nodding. "Good, now starting position." Carlos posed, and she grinned, nudging his feet apart a little bit, and lowering his arms just a little. "There. You're good." He grinned triumphantly at her, and she smiled back.
In the last two hours, Robyn had learned a lot.
1. Kendall was sarcastic, and the main leader of the group.
2. Logan was the smart one.
3. Carlos was borderline crazy, and energetic.
4. James was almost more self centered than Marcus.
'But they are fun,' she thought to herself, as the song came to an end. 'They're good guys. They'll make it. Gustavo's lucky to have them.'
The guys struck their ending pose, and the song stopped. They froze, and Robyn grinned at them, as Gustavo said nothing. He just glared. Robyn wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing, considering that he always glared. She felt herself grow nervous little by little, as Gustavo remained silent, until he pressed the button to talk.
"… It's not perfect," he said, and Robyn felt her eye twitch, as she glared at him. "But… it's good. For now."
"You're damn right it's good!" Robyn exclaimed, nodding. The guys cheered, and Kelly turned to Robyn. She smiled.
"Thanks, Robyn. You really helped." Robyn shrugged, and smirked.
"Eh, it was nothing," she said, waving it off, grinning. She turned to Gustavo as the guys came out. "Well?" He didn't say anything. "Don't you have something to say to me?"
"…"
The boys watched as she started twitching, but were shocked when she leaned down, and hugged her uncle.
Robyn had known her uncle for a long time. When she was younger, and her father had to work, he'd beg his brother to watch her. Over the countless times Gustavo babysat her, she'd learned how he worked, how one glare could actually mean he liked her, or how underneath his angry exterior, he was actually a nice person. Besides, she owed him a lot. He was the one who convinced her father to move her to L.A. to the Palm Woods to pursue her career,
Robyn smiled at Gustavo, saying softly, "You're welcome." She then pulled away, and turned to the boys. She grinned. "Guys, that was awesome."
"Well, it's all thanks to you," Kendall said, and Robyn shook her head.
"Nah. I may have the moves, but you guys got the passion," she said, sincerity evident in her tone. She smiled at all of them, and turned to Carlos. She held out the helmet, and grinned when he put it on. "Well, I'm gonna head back to the Palm Woods. I'll see you guys later." She turned to Gustavo. "And go easy on 'em! They're good, Gustavo. You picked the right people." With another smile, Robyn left Rocque Records.
Robyn walked into an apartment full of the aroma of spaghetti. She grinned at her dad. "Hey, dad."
"Hello, sweetie," he said, stirring the noodles. "Where were you at? You weren't here when I got home." Robyn shrugged and flopped on the couch.
"Kelly asked me to help teach these guys how to dance." Her father raised an eyebrow.
"And just were these guys?" he asked, his voice taking a protective tone to it. Robyn rolled her eyes.
"Big Time Rush." Garett paused in his cooking, and glanced at his daughter.
"That new boy band Gustavo signed?" he asked, and Robyn nodded.
"Yep."
"Well, how was your day?" Robyn smirked. 'Well, I played ninja in the lobby, was hit by Helmet, avoided Marcus at all costs, taught four boys to dance, practically felt up Kendall, probably scarring him for life, and I hugged Gustavo.' She shrugged.
"… Perfect."
Except for the feeling up Kendall part. Yeah, she could've done without that.
But that's life.