[A/N: Hi guys! This is my very first story ever, I hope you will like this. Story starts in the beginning of June 2013 and this will be partially what has really happened although probably 90% of the plot will be made up.
So have fun, and let me know what do you think! Shall we begin...]
I drummed my fingers on a steering wheel. It was another hot day in Los Angeles. The traffic was terrible as always and the fact that it was so beautiful outside didn't help the fact that I was stuck in a car. I was on my way to Kevin, we were supposed to start rehearsing my little performance that this sneaky bastard has made me give.
"Ally, c'mon you know that there is no one better for this". He was whining, begging, crying for good three hours before I agreed. Why have I done it? Probably just to get him out of my hair. One week later, when I was laying on a beach on Cuba I got a call from him, saying that he had the whole set-list done. And that I shouldn't worry about a thing, cause he would direct entire show – something that he needed to do if he wanted to graduate from directing school. Why would he want to direct some performance was beyond me, but this was his choice. And since I was his best friend, I had to help him – which in that case meant performing. On stage. Singing. I was in med school for gods sake! And most definitely had no ambitions to be a rock star.
"You don't realize what potential you have", he once said. Yeah, right.
But here I was, on my way to his house where the rehearsal was supposed to take place. Maybe I could beg his mom to get this sick idea out of his stupid head? When I was deep in thoughts, thinking about ways to get out of this crazy-ass deal, my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered without even a trace of happiness in my voice.
"Hey Rock'n Rolla, Kevin told me to call you. He wants to know where are you, but I think he's too scared to call you. He mumbled something about you chewing his head off, before he passed me the phone. Should I tell my lovely boyfriend to get a grip and call you, or do you want me to be messenger girl?"
Nola. My best friend in whole world, who happened to be Kevin's girlfriend. We have met at some party thrown by somebody that none of us had known. We instantly have become best friends and ever since that significant party we did everything together. Well, almost.
"Nah, don't bother 'cause your effort will be wasted once I get there anyways. So, whether you like it or not, you're messenger girl", I snorted. Oh yeah, Kevin wasn't getting alive out of this. "I'm few blocks away from the Schmidts' home, I should be there in fifteen".
"Okaaaaay, gotta tell Kevin to get his bulletproof jacket, if he wants the show to happen at this years' festival that is".
"Nola, we both know that bulletproof jacket, or anything else for that matter, will save him", I said laughing.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Just remember that I love him and I would be really sad if something happened to him".
"Buuut, you'd still love me and be my best friend if I broke his jaw, right?"
"Ally, of course I would! Your punishment would be finding me another guy. So I think that you'd rather keep Schmidt alive and well". Nola was uncontrollably laughing by then.
"Damn, now that you put it that way, I think I might even forgive him for setting me up to do this whole stupid show. We'll talk in a few when I arrive. See ya!"
I shut my phone and focused on the road once again. Ten minutes later I was walking up to my best friend's house. When I rang the bell, Kathy – Kevin's mom – appeared in the doorway.
"Ally! So good to see you dear! How was Cuba?"
I haven't seen her in so long. Kathy was like my mom, since I left Europe and came to Los Angeles when I got into UCLA.
"You're so close with Kevin and Kenneth that I feel like you're my daughter", she has once said. This was true, both Kevin and Kenneth were like big brothers I never had. Over the two years that I have spent in LA, she had loved me like I was her own. It was nice, knowing that I had someone like her in my life.
"Oh, Cuba was soo amazing! Really there are no words to explain how great it was! That's why I have brought some pics and videos with me!"
"I hope that we will get to watch them today. And ooh, today is finally the day you get to meet my youngest child! I really don't know how it is possible that you have never met in past two years!"
Maybe because 'the youngest child' also known as Kendall, was always busy either filming or recording new songs? From what I have heard from K&K (aka my favorite Kevin&Kenneth, the ultimate gossip company) he was working pretty hard to make his dreams come true. At age of 22 he had recorded (with his band called Big Time Rush) 3 albums and had millions of fans all around the universe. K&K also said that Kendall (I wonder if he's also such a gossip like his brothers?) never made a big deal out of being famous.
"He likes to say, that he has really cool job, and that he doesn't like being called celebrity, or famous" K&K were beaming with pride. Like a mother would, when she saw her baby walk for a first time. And for almost 19 years I have thought that my family was crazy.
We walked to living room and first person I saw was – surprise, surprise – Kevin.
"Schmidt!" I barked out, "if it wasn't for the fact that I don't feel like finding Nola another boyfriend, you'd be a dead man right now!" Another fact out of our happy lives – sometime ago I set up Kevin and Nola for a blind date. Ever since that day they have been disgustingly in love. Like sometimes they were so sweet that all I wanted to do was throw up. But I guess I could suffer a little bit, if my friends were happy.
Whole room erupted in laughter. I turned around to see Kendall and his friends laughing their asses off at this little scene. I guess that redhead in combat boots screaming at really terrified guy was a hilarious sight. Kathy smiled at me, while Nola was telling Kevin to 'get a fucking grip, because it's just Ally'.
"Hi, I'm Kendall", the youngest of the Schmidt bros (as K&K liked to refer themselves to) walked up to me.
"Hey, I'm Ally. But, I guess you know that already since your sweet brother was going crazy here, just because I was coming"
Everybody started laughing again. Kevin looked as if someone just told him that goldfish don't make your three wishes come true. Serves him right.
"And I'm Logan", said another one of the four boys remaining on the couch. "And these are James, Carlos and Dustin"
"It's really nice to FINALLY meet all of you."
We started chatting about some really uninteresting and boring things – like why did I agree to perform, why Kevin wanted me to perform and so on and so forth. I was talking to Logan about their upcoming tour, when little pig – Kevin's cutest pig on the face of the Earth – came into the room making terrible noise. Right after Yuma huge guy run into the room yelling as if somebody paid him to do so.
"ALLY!" Sulley enveloped me in his arms lifting me 2 feet in the air. "I HAVE MISSED YOU SQUIRT!"
Yep, Sulley was not normal. We were very good friends, but I still thought that all this constant screaming and yelling was far from normal.
"GUESS WHAT, SQUIRT?!" Sulley continued yelling straight in my ear. He was probably planning on making me go deaf before I hit 30.
"You won an eating contest? Talked to Rihanna? Or maybe Karl Lagerfeld asked you to be the new face of Chanel?"
"NO, SADLY NO AND NO! ALLY YOU'RE SO DUMB SOMETIMES. I WILL BE PLAYING DRUMS IN YOUR TEMPORARY BAND! YOU GET THAT? HOW AWESOME IS THAT? ARE YOU HAPPY ALLY? ALLY, ALLY, ALLY SAY THAT YOU'RE HAPPY!" Did this guy ever stopped to take a breath?
"Sulley calm down! You didn't even give me a chance to say whether I was happy or not. And of course I'm happy!" I said in 'duh' voice."At least people that will be with me on stage actually get along with each other!"
Kevin looked very happy with himself. I knew that he would try to repay me somehow, for my unbelievable sacrifice, but I have thought that he would buy me a bottle of Jack Daniels. Guess I was wrong, huh?
"Rock'n Rolla did you learn the lyrics?" Nola looked questioningly at me.
"Nol, seriously? Why would I be here if I haven't learned those damned lyrics?"
"Okay, well since everybody knows what they are supposed to do, let's get started!" Kevin happily clapped his hands. "I thought that it would be awesome if we had some professionals to help us with preparing the perfect show!"
And the chaos began. We started plugging in different cables, preparing instruments etc. I went to change into more 'rock'n roll' clothes.
"ALS YOU LOOK LIKE A REAL ROCK STAR!" Sulley – because who else could it be? - shouted.
"Thanks grizzly. Now let's start this rehearsal before I change my mind and decide that murdering Kev is better option" I said with laugh.
"Ally you love me too much to murder me!" Kevin said – little nervously might I add.
"Sure keep telling yourself that" I smirked.
"KAY, PEOPLE YOU READY? SO ON COUNT OF THREE! ONE, TWO, THREE AND..."
"Let them know that we're still rock n roll" I started singing and all lights in the room went blue.
" I don't care about my make-up
I like it better with my jeans all ripped up
Don't know how to keep my mouth shut
You say: 'So what, what?'
I don't care if I'm a misfit
I like it better than the hipster bullshit
I am the motherfucking princess
You still love me
Some somehow, it's a little different when
I'm with you, you know what I really am
On the phone, you know how it really goes
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Some someway, we'll be getting out of this
Town one day, you're the only one that I
Want with me, you know how the story goes
Oh, oh, oh
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I just put up
A middle finger to the sky?
Let them know that we're still rock n roll
Rock n roll...
Hey, hey, hey
Rock n roll...
Hey, hey, hey
Call it a bad attitude, dude
I'm never gonna to cover up that tattoo
I might have a couple issues
You say: 'Me too, yeah'
Don't care about a reputation
Must be living in the wrong generation
This is your invitation
Let's get wasted, yeah
Some somehow, it's a little different when
I'm with you, you know what I really am
All about, you know how the story goes
Oh, oh, oh
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I just put up
A middle finger to the sky?
Let them know that we're still rock n roll
Rock n roll
Hey, hey, hey
Rock n roll
Hey, hey, hey
Rock n roll
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
That's when I sank to my knees and sang with closed eyes and – at least I hoped it looked like it – pained expression
"When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio...
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky?
Let them know that we're still rock n roll
When it's you and me
We don't need no one to tell us who to be
We'll keep turning up the radio
What if you and I
Just put up a middle finger to the sky?
Let them know that we're still rock n roll
Rock n roll
Hey, hey, hey
Rock n roll
Hey, hey, hey"
All the lights went down. I was breathing heavily praying that Kevin liked it and that I wouldn't have to go through this hell again. After few minutes of silence I have decided that it's time for someone to say something. I was about to ask Mr. Director what were his thoughts on my singing when Sulley shouted,
"FUCKING A! SHIT, ALLY THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME! LIKE OUT OF THIS WORLD KIND OF AWESOME! YOU WERE BORN TO BE ON STAGE!"
To my complete surprise Kendall was the next to comment.
"Guys that was really great. The energy, the feelings, the emotions that flowed with your music... it was as if you played for few years already. I have to say that I expected something much worse and shit, you are just incredible. All of you." murmurs of agreement went through the room.
"And what do you think, Kev?" I asked Kendall's big brother.
"That I was never mistaken when I said you'd be perfect for this".
And for the first time I've felt that this was a good idea. That I hadn't make the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to take part in Kevin's project.
"Sooo, does it mean that you're content with what we have just showed, and we can grab a beer?" I asked hopefully.
"I think so. And it's time for you to show us pics from Cuba!" Kathy exclaimed. I could see that she was waiting for this. Like really, really waiting. I mean it's not everyday that somebody comes back after one month spent on Cuba, right?
The remaining of the day was filled with stories, pictures and videos that I took on Cuba. When I checked the time, it was already 11 pm, so me and Nola decided that it was time to go back to our apartment. We were sitting in a car, when she looked at me with a knowing look.
"What?" I asked her, truly curious what was it about.
"Like you don't know. Baby Schmidt. Rings any bell?"
"You can hardly call him Baby Schmidt, he's exactly your age" I snorted. "But what about him?"
"Ally don't play dumb with me. I saw the way you looked at him. You like him!"
"Wha-? No, I don't! I mean, sure he is good looking guy – very good looking might I add – but I don't know him! Jeez, Nola!"
"You're just scared to like him!"
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked her, shocked.
"Ally, face it. You are scared to like him, because you think this will end up like it did last time. With you getting hurt and rejected. Am I right? But I know Kendall. He's not that type of guy. Trust me. Trust me and do what your heart tells you to do. And you know what? He likes you too" she sang.
I looked at her and for the first time I let myself accept the fact that I was scared. That this confident side of me was 'turning itself off' when my feelings toward guy I've just met were getting involved. And there was no way that I was letting my own insecurities to stand in way of my happiness. What was meant to be – it would be.
[A/N: so, what do you guys think? Does it suck? Or should I continue? Sorry about lame ending – I ran out of ideas when I reached the final scene of this chapter. Reviews make me very happy!
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Much love, Ally]