Don't own BTR at all. Info on the oc thing at the bottom.
Have you ever wanted something so bad that you would practically kill for it? Like a new phone or the trip your parents would pay for? Well that's how I feel right now. My mother is the object in the way. You see I'm trying to get into this internship, but the crazy lady won't let me. She says we have more important social events to go to. I roll my eyes every time these events are mentioned. I don't see why I going to parties and movie premieres are more important than going to college and getting a real job. I know she thinks I won't make it to college though. She expects me to get my high school diploma and then go to work at my father's company, like my sister. I don't want to work at some huge corporate office though. I want to be a writer or a reporter. My sister says I should work for E just so I can meet celebrities. She can be so shallow sometimes and although I don't mind that I do mind her fascination with the rich and famous. I hate Hollywood all the people in it. I've seen enough bottle blondes and airbrushed abs. This is why all I need to do is get accepted to NYU and get the hell outta of here, although currently that is impossible.
"Mom please! I need to do this!" I plead. The thing I need to do is an internship at L.A. Times. I realize it would mean coffee runs and being irrevocably ignored, but it would look great on my college applications. Plus most high school students can't even get experience like this. I mean most of the people I know are too busy trying to get an audition for a new teen drama, but I don't care about being famous. At least for acting, I would love to write a book one day and be famous like J.K. Rowling or something. However this can't happen until my mom agrees, which so far is going badly.
"NO! This year is gonna be big for your father! His company is going up and so we must show our support. Besides you get good grades and do community service, why do this now?" She asks and I frown. She doesn't understand. She grew up in a wealthy Japanese family where everything was handed to her. After she graduated from UCLA she went to work for her family's company where she met my father. She thinks since we are just as privileged that I should be taking advantage of my youth and be enjoying life. Unlike my sister I would rather be writing than shopping. My mother doesn't understand that I am enjoying my youth, but in a different way. She will never understand.
"I really want to do this mama! I enjoy working!" I whine. I know I sound like a 5 year old, but I need her to see how desperately I want this. She stops flipping through a magazine long enough giving me a quizzical look.
"You are like your father. All work and never having any fun." She says sternly.
"I like working though. Don't you get enjoyment from knowing how good of a job you did and how hard you worked?" I ask.
"No that's why after I had you I quit my job. I would rather spend time with you then work for my boring great grandfather. I was overjoyed at the thought of coming here." She says. My mother always talks about how much she loves California or perhaps just America in a whole. It makes me wonder whether she loves my dad or just wanted to not work and live in a big home. My mom speaks perfect English, so perfect you would not even think her a Japanese citizen. This being in America thing is why she thinks I should love shopping and flirting with every male object my age.
"I know mama, but I will be bored and then I'll just eat! Then I'll get fat!" I exclaim and my mom actually gasps. She likes to think of me as the prefect Asian American girl. She says I'm too perfect with my straight black hair and my thin body. She lets me eat whatever I want as long as I went for a run that day. She is always comparing me to her friend's daughters which annoy me. She makes me sound so perfect. I hate it. I watch my mother now she paces around our kitchen.
"You may work." She says and I almost scream before she holds a finger up. "You may work, but your father and I will choose the internship." I stare at her with a blank expression.
"WHAT! ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I yell. Her face remains calm which only makes me want to scream more.
"Elena! Stop complaining! I'm giving you what you want so you should be grateful." She says and I remain quiet.
I sulk to my room and flop on the bed. I lay with my face in the pillows for a while before my sister comes in. She plops herself down onto my bed. We stay quiet for a moment before she decides to say something which I know will only annoy me more. "I know where you internship is."
"How so?" I ask. "Mom only agreed like five minutes ago." My sister laughs and I turn over looking at her. Her flowing blonde hair was put up into a pony tail and she was wearing a pair of pink velour. It may sound weird that my sister has blonde hair, but she is actually my half sister. My father was married once before my mother. They got divorced a few months after my sister was born. Within the next my parents were married and I was born. My father's first wife is never spoken of. She spends all her time in Hawaii with her new boyfriend and we only hear from her when she sends a birthday gift for my sister. So it's like my mother is the only mother in our family. My dearest sis has gained some qualities from her birth mom, like the fact that she is a compulsive liar which is stopping me from believing her now.
"Well I know daddy has been lining up both jobs for the both of us." She says and I groan. I should have known that I would be forced into a job I didn't want.
"What's yours?" I ask.
"Well I'm the new face of Plastic Cosmetics!" She says with giddiness. I throw an incredulous look her way.
"Seriously Mercedes you want to be a model for a line of makeup that promotes being fake."
"Look Lena its fun! And a hundred percent better than your job," She sang with laughter.
"Cut it out and tell me what it is!" I snap and she just laughs more. I elbow her in the ribs. She makes a noise of pain and glares at me.
"Fine, you are going to be working at Rocque Records!" Mercedes says with a huge smirk.
"Wow you can kill me now!" I groan and bury my face into my pillow.
"Oh don't be such a downer! The guy who's like the boss or whatever will totally bow down to you!" She says happily. I roll my eyes. I can just imagine Mercedes bossing someone around. That's not totally new.
"I don't want that. I just want to get an internship and go to college far away." I say and she just laughs.
"Whatever you have fun with that,"
"Why out of all of dad's companies do I have to work there? Everyone knows Gustavo Rocque is freaking insane!" I yell.
"Well Big Time Rush is there and I guess they're like daddy's new project." Mercedes says twirling her hair around her index finger. I get off my bed only to pace around my room. I can't believe I'm not only being forced to work for a psycho maniac, but I also have to work with his stupid boy band. I mean c'mon boy bands haven't been around since the 90's. I thought they died with N'sync and the Backstreet Boys. Real bands have instruments and write their own songs. Not flashy dance moves and a few cute boys with nice haircuts. Mercedes likes Big Time Rush, but I think it's only because she dated three out of the four. That fact makes me a little sympathetic, but I still don't want to work with them. I imagine it's a group of boys with leather jackets and v-neck tees who think their oh so funny and assume every girl is into them. Oh yes please sign me up for that! Not.
"I hate my life right now." I say with a cold look her way.
"Oh calm down! They're like super cute! Especially James," Mercedes gushes. I let her lead me to her room. There above her bed is a poster of them. I move to examine them closer. I see right away which one is James, the one with the long eyelashes and longer brown hair and oh a white v-neck. I turn back to Mercedes who is giving me one of her too bright smiles. I point to James.
"He looks like a girl." I say simply.
"OMG NO HE DOES NOT!" She squeals. I roll my eyes and move back to examine the other members. The other two dark haired ones are kinda cute, but the blonde one catches my eye. His nose is a little big and I'm not a big fan of his beanie, but he is quite handsome. I point. "That one's Kendall! He was my first Big Time Rush Boyfriend."
"Oh well I find him quite attractive." I mumble. I never tell Mercedes how I feel about guys because she likes to make fun of me and meddle. So I keep my crushes to myself. The same goes with anyone I've dated. My last boyfriend broke up with me because he was too annoyed by Mercedes and was too scared of my dad. Another reason I stay single because my family scares away any guys I bring home. However at this moment Mercedes was smirking and I am angry at my slip up.
"What did you say?" She inquires.
"I said I fine him quite attractive." I say with authority even though my blushing face gives everything away.
"How cute! Well I guess soon you'll get to meet your little crush." Mercedes said.
"WAIT WHAT?" I yell.
"Oh I forgot to mention that your job starts next week." She says and walks out of the room. I stare after her for a few minutes in quiets anger. I can't believe my parents had this planned the whole time. I move my eyes back to the poster and give Big Time Rush a final glare before leaving the room. All I wanted was to do was get experience for something I actually care about and now here I am Elena Marie Griffin about ready to murder my whole family for thinking they can control me. I close my door and lock it. I turn up whatever I was last playing on my IPod and try to forget about what a horrible job awaits me.
Hey! I hope you liked it! It was be totally awesome if you, I don't know left a review. Btw i am in need of some oc's for James and Carlos. They will probs be Elena's friends that she sets them up with. if your intrested send me a pm and i'll send you a response on all the things i need to know.