Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or anything else you recognize.

This is dedicated to the girls- Xavia, Katie, Aly, Lyss, Champagne, Char, Danielle, and Taco! I love you all. (((:

xoxo Kristina.

Hollywood Bound.

It all started with a sprinkler valve.

The rise, the fall, the fame, the publicity…it all started with that damned T-bar left in the sprinkler valve, where the girls field hockey team and myself chased you for two blocks and proceeded to pulverize you for drenching us in freezing cold water.

It was the middle of March -the 17th to be exact- when all of this hit us, like a giant slap to the face, everything came pouring down in heaps and bundles. When Kendall decided that the only way he'd work for Gustavo Rocque would be to bring his buds along and make a singing group.

It was them who got us to Hollywood. The two of us, Allie and myself, just being their best friends, got pulled along for the crazy ride. Not that we minded, anyways…we can't remember living somewhere where snow and rain weren't a natural occurrence…and with a pool like that at the Palm Woods, how could you possibly complain with that?

Easily.

Staying at the pool all day because your friends forgot about you and you resorted to hanging out with with a crazy actress girl, the kid from the juice box commercials, Guitar Dude, and 3 overly popular girls with the same namesake has its drawbacks sometimes.

I remember that pact they made on the first day being in Los Angeles.

"Remember, we're still four hockey players from Minnesota…we have to promise that no matter what, we won't let this town change us."

Lies.

Change them? I barely know who they are anymore…parties and girls all the time, red plastic cups filled with substances they shouldn't be drinking until 5 years from now, and the same 'we promise we'll hang out later...we're busy.'

So many broken promises, so little time.

I wish I could go back to the days where the only things that mattered was who was winning in the NHL, who stole who's piece of dinosaur shaped chicken, and who ate the last chocolate pudding cup.

Back when Big Time Rush were the good boys everyone loved, not the bad boys that people didn't seem to care for.

I missed them so much, but there's nothing I could do…I'm nobody to them now, and honestly, I almost start to doubt that I meant anything to them in the first place.

I need my boys, but they want this…the camera flashes, the paparazzi, the crazed fans…it was like they wanted bright, sparkly Hollywood and we were cold, dreary Minnesota.

Guess who they chose?

So I'll just stand in the back, holding back tears, and smiling and nodding when necessary…doing what real best friends do.

I know you all are probably wondering who I am...

My name is Annabelle Serratos, and welcome to Hollywood.