I Didn't Know You Loved Me…

Before I get onto the story, I want to give you a description on what Aria looks like. Aria has darkish brown hair that is somewhat styled like Selena Gomez's. She has sparkly blue eyes and she's somewhat emo-ish or Goth… but not when she's around the guys. She's like a completely different person. It's her parents that make her act and feel the way she does.

~A week earlier~

I couldn't stand it. I need to get away from Minnesota. I couldn't stand what I had to do here. My parents hated me. No, I was not over reacting. They made me do the cleaning, the cooking, and the shopping while they sat around and got drunk. I knew that the guys were staying at the Palmwoods. They would let me stay there with them. Hopefully… The past week and a half, I've been packing my stuff quietly and carefully in case if my 'parents' ever came into my room… but they never did. I lived in the attic room. I had to head up tons of stairs and in the winter (which was horrible) the room was freezing cold. I bought my ticket the one day when I was out "shopping" or so I said.

"I'm ready for this…" I whispered into the darkness.

It was midnight on a Friday night… and it was the night I was going to make my escape. My parents were out at the bar… like every freaking night and they didn't usually get back till the bar closed… at 3:00. I walked down the stairs quietly with my 2 duffel bags full of my belongings and 2 suit cases over-stuffed with clothes. I threw them down on the floor and started to rummage for the extra pair of keys for the truck. My parents also never took their truck, because they knew they couldn't drive. So their son-of-a-well you know… friends come and they just love and I mean love to watch me get abused by them.

"Screw this…" I murmured to myself, still unable to find the keys. I decided that it might be easier to take my four-wheeler through the back roads. As long as I avoided any of the houses back there, I would be fine. I bet anything they'd take me back to my so called parents.

I grabbed my old hockey stick, back when my parents were parents and when I played Junior Hockey for kids ages 6-12.

"This is for destroying me," I whispered. "My life, my way of being, and my way of loving you!" I screamed and bashed the hockey stick through the first window.

I did the same to all the other windows and I beat the hood a few times with my hockey stick. After I was done, I looked at my hockey stick, which was destroyed. "It was worth it." I said aloud.

I found my key to the four-wheeler and I pulled out as quietly as I could. Thank goodness, Minnesota was full of snow so you couldn't hear the wheels against the ground.

It took me a good hour or so to reach the airport but that's why I left early. I left my four-wheeler in the parking lot with the key and I hurried inside with my belongings.

"Flight 14 to LA." I told the lady breathlessly.

"Okay, may I see your passport and ticket?" She asked me, politely but was obviously bored to death.

"Sh-," I stopped looking at the lady at the desk. "Where did I put it?" I rummaged through my duffels and found it in my laptop case. "Here you go," I said, trying to smile.

"Thank you," She took one look at my passport and showed me the way of the airplane. "Go straight then take a left turn until you go past the bathrooms and then you go right. You'll know when you get there."

I nodded and took off lugging my bags. I swear I probably looked like the most idiotic person in the world going though that airport. That was, until a girl about a year or two older than me helped pick up my bags.

"Here let me help you with those." She said, grabbing a suitcase and duffel.

"Thank you… but you don't need to help." I told her, taking a deep breath of air.

"It's fine… and I'm guessing you're taking the flight to LA?" She asked, curiously.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Most of the people going this way, our age, are usually going to LA not New Orleans." She grinned. "By the way my name's Ayanna Brancato. What's yours?"

"Aria Drew," I said plain and simple. "Are you going all by yourself to LA?"

"Yeah, how about you? I'm actually meeting my uncle in LA." She replied.

"I left without anyone knowing. I'm going to live with my friends at the palmwoods."

"Oh, cool. Hey, I'll sit by you on the plane so it's not as awkward." She said, grinning.

"Yeah, that'd be fine." I just realized I didn't see any of her bags. "Where are your bags at?"

"Oh, they're already on the plane. I didn't have much anyways. Oh, here we are."

We got on the plane and she led me to the row where our seats were. She grabbed my bags and threw them in the compartment above us.

"So… the Palmwoods… that's a pretty good place… and expensive. Who exactly are these friends?" She asked, curiously.

"Well… I don't think you'll believe me but… Big Time Rush. They were my friends before they got famous and hopefully they'll let me stay." I replied, looking at the ground. I wanted to get far away from this subject as soon as possible.

"No way? You know them? They are SO cool!" She said, excitedly.

"Yeah…" I grinned back. I couldn't help falling for the guys… one guy in particular.

"So, how come you are leaving your parents?" She asked, quietly.

My head shot up and I looked at her. I would not cry, I would be strong.

"It's a long story…" I whispered.

"I've got a long time." She answered.