This is my first EVER fanfic so just go along with it and tell me what you think, I'm sorry the chapter is so short, they will get longer, I promise. I have a whole bunch of long ones already written down. Well anyway…
Disclaimer: I do not own Big time rush or anything that sounds familiar, only the idea is mine
Chapter 1: Awoken
Normal Pov:
It was 10:00am; as usual the boys were sleeping in to late.
When the alarm clock went off for the forth time, Kendall gave in, he got up and turned the annoying machine off. He then proceeded to throw a pillow at Logan, who instinctively threw one back at him. Logan however did not have an aim as great as Kendall's so ended up braking one of Mrs. Knight's vases'. It broke into a million pieces and fell to the floor with an almighty clank.
The sound of the pot shattering made both James, and Carlos jump. James fell out of the bed, onto the floor, whilst Carlos was not so lucky; he fell with great force onto the wooden coffee table.
Kendall sighed, as he heard the loud snap of the coffee table's wooden legs give way under the weight of Carlos, and the glass in the middle crumble into tiny pieces.
They all looked at each other, then at the shattered vase, the remains of the coffee table, then back at each other. Logan walked silently over to the kitchen draw, pulling out four straws, of the same colour and length. He then snapped one of them in half, throwing the other half away, he arranged them all in his hand so that they looked exactly the same size.
This was just part of the morning routine, wake up late, break a few things, draw straws to decide who tells Gustavo.
Kendall had been the one to the do it for the past two days, so he really did not want to pick out the short straw and face Gustavo once again.
They drew their straws Logan going first; it was long. James went next, and pulled out yet another long straw. Kendall dived in front of Carlos, and looked closely at the straws as if he was seeing through Logan's hand to see which straw was short. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and… pulled out a short straw.
He sighed, he could already hear the voice of the man who calls himself a producer yelling in his ear going on about how we dogs from Minnesota were worthless, and should just go back to where we came from. What Kendall did not know was that in a way, that thought would soon become true!
Ooooh cliffy! What did you think? Was it totally awesome, or totally lame? Please review I want to know what you thought of it. The next chapter should be up in a few days.