When i was younger, I studied dance in my Dark brown and Lime green bedroom, with old cover's of magazines from like the 70's covering my walls. I loved art, from the crazy colours to the peaceful portraits, I loved it. I took up dance at ten, studing the weird movement's from my bedroom. At that age, i had framed the ol' covers, and also had poetry books, a shakespere script, barbie doll heads, pictures ripped from my sister's seventeen magazines, and a green folder that read Booties, a story i was supposably writing.

At the age of 12, I took dance to my heart, and though I may be bohemienan, I came to dance everyday, smoking a ciggerette or smacking on some gum, my long skirt and way to baggy save the earth hoodies colliding with the girls black mini skirts and diamond encrusted tops.

At 15 I moved to NYC to enroll myself in a ballet school, but got kicked out anyway. So, at age 16, I work at some muggy ol' sticky coffee shop, and live in the attic of a musty old apartment my mother sent me money to rent from. She still beleive's I attend this private school, but reality, I sit home and read gossip girl. My floor is still covered with poetry books, and shakespere novels, plus pages my sister has ripped out of seventeen and sent to me. I smoke in my house while I sit on the dusty pink plastic-cover couch, smiling to myself. My walls are covered in pictures of anything, anything I find intresting, and my fridge as a bulletion board screwed to it, just for inspiration. I'm topsy turvy.

So what do I do when I find myself in the presence of a celebrity? Nothing but sit atop my couch and dream. kidding, but I don't change.

I walked 34th street that day, dressed in a long dark blue denim skirt and a bright pink see-through taank that I had stolen from my cougar mom almost ten years ago. i wore it as a nightie for so long, but It was comfortable. My black kitten heels my sister had sent me for christmas clinked across the table. she ahd sent them in her attempt to change me into a bright, stronger, mature 16 year old... Yeah, never gonna happen.

I walked slowy, anticipation killing me. My eyes hurt, I had stayed up to 2 last ngiht after my late shift, smoking on the couch, reading through a catalogue of jewelry. I couldn't afford any of it, but what the heck. I kept walking, not sure what to do with myself. I was off, and in my lame attempt, hoping to find some cool arts on the streets. I found nothing but a crowd of teenage girl standing across the street of a 5-star hotel, holding white posters screaming, "we Love You!"

I tapped the tall, skinny black-haired girl on the back. "what's going on?"

"Big Time Rush is Here, " she squealed, and six other girls started yelping high-pitched squeals. They we're all about her age, she swore she reconigzed one of them from the school she dropped out of.

"Who?," I asked again, lingering my finger around my bag to find a peace of mint gum. My breath smelled like cocktails and smoke, not the best combination. Finding a mint, I popped it in my mouth, praying there would be NO MORE high-pitched squeals.

"BTR! The hottest guy's ever," the girl said, rolling her tounge. "OMG, There they are!"

I decided to wait with the group of girls, get my picture taken with them, blah blah blah and so on. When they finally got to me, I watched the tall one, What? he was about six feet, grab my hand.

"I'm James."

"Yea, Really? I'm Mags," I nearly said, holding my hand down. It came out more of a question then a statement, but I couldn't resist.

"Uhh. Hmm. Here, autograph?"

Before I could refuse, he grabbed the back of my hand, flipped it over and pulled out a sharpie. Rolling my white "Animal's deserve a home" hoodie, he quickly jotted something down on my arm.

"?," he whispered in my ear.

He went to the next fan, but his scent lingered by my side. I popped the mint out, spit it on the side, and thought to myself. I may be the only girl here in dark black three inch high heels and a baggy hooded top with a pink camisole underneath. I may also be the only one with no bra. And the only one with some guy name James's phone number.

A couple hours later i appeared in the stairway, carrying a black hobo bag and a cell phone pressed to ear. Pick up, pick up, I told myself. I didn't want to have to leave a message, you know, sound... Tacky?

"Hellllooo," a voice said from one line. The guy sound amazing, his voice so elegant and smoothing. The guy, hopefully changed, was holding his breath, hoping I was a certain person.

"Hey. James?," I asked questionally, watching the clock. it makes a tik-tok noise, and I get pre-date jitter's, even though I am just talking on the phone with some - insanely hot - guy, and I've never been on a date.

"Yes."

"You gave me my number today. Remember me, Mags? I just."
Another voice she reconigzed from earlier filled the air. Was it a guy from his band.

"Ooooo, James girlfriend called him."

"She's not my girlfriend," james yelled back, "Sorry, there just jealous."

"Of that smoker. I'm sorry for you, and that girl, but... smoking?," Kendall yelled in the background. "It's wrong mann."

Mags rolled her eyes. "I took it up when i got kicked out of dance school. So shut you freaking mouth!"

"Woah," Logan hollared back. "Girl got some additude, dude!"

I snarled, when the background disappeared. "I took you off speaker," James and his hot voice told me.

"k."

I could feel myself thinking bout' him as I looked through the mail I brought in earlier. Another letter from sis. Ripping the paper open, the content's of the package fell out.

"Fudge."

"What?," James asked, his voice sounding caring and concerned.

"My mom's coming to visit. They think I'm still in dance school, not smoking, using my original name, Mags. They also think I'm staying in a fancy hotel, when, insteadddd, I blew my mom's money on ciggerette's and food," I said in a rush, mumbling my words together and pouncing on what I thought. God, My screwed, i told myself over and over.

"Stay with us, I'll be your hot Boyfriend you moved in with and we will fall safely in love... forever."

I smiled. He wanted us. To be a couple. God.

"I guess."

Speaker phone, again. "Pack your things. Move over Boys, the girls coming to stay."

"How long," Garlos groaned.

"A week?," I asked, giving my mom enough time to leave. "And the school?"

"it's break, babe. we'll think of something."

So I pulled the ugly red suitcase's out of my bag, through most my clothed in, three bottles of vanilla perfume, and three different types of bright red lipstick in.

Something I left behind: My ciggerettes. I had somethign to live for again!

Chapter 2

As I dragged myself into there gorgeous hotel, I felt dead. I hadn't eaten in 36 hours, hadn't slept in 24 hours. I was dead, smelled like smoke, and was sipping a coke. Carlos sat on the couch, tieing his shoe, James was flipping channels on a tv, and a shower was in a background.
"Kendall's getting dressed," Kendall yelled from the back."So the hottie can't come back here."

with that james stood up. "She's mine he yelled back."

"Here comes Mrs. maslow," Logan said, appearing from the back wrapped in a towel.

"Who's the maslow dude?"

"Omg, she ahs no idea who you are James Maslow," Carlos snickered. 'Great Move, mags.'

I felt so out of place. i wanted to shower, pull some jeans on, and such. "Bathroom. I haven't showered/eaten/sleeped in forever."

James pointed to the back. "We have a premeire and will be back in an hour."

"Kay," I hollared back. I might not even be here.

So I showered, drink some milk and ate a cookie, all while wearing ripped up skinn jeans, a lime green 80's tee, and my sister's heels. Life's good. So I picked my purse up, and left. I needed a latte'.

Wasn't I supposed to be at work an hour ago?

Hours later, I appeared in the doorway of the hotel room. It was almost 10, but I still felt dead. My head hurt, and work had been a downer. I opened the door with a creak, looking around. James was flipping TV channel's, Logan passed out on the couch, Carlos in the shower, Kendall paying attention to his Iphone.

"Hey,' James replied cooly as I slid to the back. "Carlitos is in the shower now. After, enjoy," he said, running a comb through his scraggly wet hair. I sighed, bringing back private school memories.

"Hey guys," Carlos hollared from the back. "Where's the red shirt?"

James sunk down in his seat and logans face turned bright red. "No where," they both hollared on cue, then shot each other uh-oh-i-knew-this-would-happen glares.

"Sure... What did you two do," Carlos screamed. "As usual," Kendall muttered.

Everyone was silent. "I'm going to take a shower," I told them before leaving. Why should I stay? They were being annoying, and that was that.

I reappeared. Dressed in a pair of Spongebob pj pant's and a shirt that said "Soccer. not Chinese."

I'm still not sure what that means/meant. I had supported a soccer team once, and while playing with them, these were our jersey's. The soccer team was caleld the supporters, and, up until when I moved, I played every year.

"What's that mean," kendal asked, nodding his head at my shirt.

"No idea...," i was trailed off by the sound of someone knocking. In a hotel?

"I heareth my babi is heareth. Leth me in."

"Shut it mom. Margret, we're here. Since your staying here, too, we thought we drop in."

"Shut the TV off, " Mags whispered. "They'll eventually leave."

"Hereth the right palace? Princess Rosadill, is we heareth."

Rosadill was her gorgeous, sister. The one who was probably dressed in a strapless dress, sequined shoes, her hair in a high-pony. Guys all voer the state we're most likely falling for her, and she was drunk, and had many hangovers.

Seconds later, the door swung open, and her mother shook her head in dismay.

"Inn's locks are to eas-ay to be brokenth," she said, shaking her way-too-much spray tanned head. her curly brown hair was pulled into a lose bun, a fitted beanie over her head. She wore a long denim skirt, passed her knees, and white socks with black flats. Her shirt was a tied-and-knotted pink tee, and she couldn't beleiev this was her mother.

Rosadill stood in dibelief, her long hair laying straight down her back. Her white tanktop and dark jeans looked perfect with the white knee-high boots she was wearing, and three bangles sat on her right hand. Thick, Long & Gold, a long necklace hung around her neck, and another, a silver locket. "Oh My Maggie, You know Big Time Rush," she squealed, her perfect peach colored lips opening to reveal laser-whitened straight teeth.

"I actually had no idea who they we're into a bunch of Rich, Skinny girls we're out front of there hotel a couple weeks ago."

Lie, I told myself. Lies, Lies, Lies. I met them yesterday.

"OMG!," Rose screamed, she started pacing, before dropping her purse and running straight towards carlos. "Your so hot," she pleated towards him.

"And you should leave."

Once they we're gone, I could feel eyes on the back of a neck.

"She thinks I'm Hot?," Carlosa sked, shaking his head.

"Your mother's a freak," Logan commented.

"Now I get why you smoke," Kendall told Me.

James smiled sheepishly at me. "I can stand them." He moved his hair from his face and watched me with his longing-for-your-soul glaze, the same one the teachers sometimes used after a kid says a stupid answer. They role there eyes, then gaze out the window, wishing for a better life.

I couldn't imagine anything better. A guy who understood my parents. "Where's your father," kendall asked.

"Father?," I asked. I didn't think I had a father. I always imagined my mom, without a man. She never mentioned dating. My face must of went pale, because the next thing I know...

"Dude, your upsetting her," Carlos slapped him. "What's wrong," Logan asked. James just watched.

"Father?," I gulped. Father Father Father...

No idea. I just watched them for a second. I needed a sip of water, some fresh air. I didn't know what to say.

"I don't have one. or never met him. I have no idea," I told them, then headed to my room. They probably thought I was weird.

I could hear whispering from the living room, but it had stopped. The TV was playing again, and I was wondering what was up. It was later, and I didn't know what they would think of me. I kinda stood there, waiting. Then I got the courage to walk out there. Carlos and Logan weren't there, So I guessed they wore asleep. Other then that, Kendall was spread out across the black couch from the back of the room, the tv blasting some informational National Geographic show. James wore a headband, his hair completely soaked. White headphones connected to his ear, and he was bobbing his head along to the music.

His back was turned away from Kendall, & I watched his expression. He didn't seem to notice me, which was surprising. Then i noticed his eyes we're closed. So I turned my body around and headed toward the fridge and sipped a root beer. WTF?