HELLOOOO! So, this is my first BTR fanfic and I've been thinking about doing it for a while now. Yes, it'll be mostly a Jendall (or whatever you call KendallxJo) one. Hope you enjoy it, because I'm having a lot of fun writing it. (= ENJOY!
P.S.: IT'S ALL NICKELODEON'S! But Kendall is mine ;))
THUMP!
"Ouch." I said, my voice muffled by the floor beneath me. Great, just the way I wanted to wake up! Note the sarcasm. It was a beautifulday. The sun was shining, birds sang, my face was on the floor and my roommate/best friend was laughing at me. I looked up and gave her a death glare, what set her in another fit of laughs. I groaned and got up, going into the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and got dressed with a simple white v-neck, black skinny jeans and my only real best friend that would never laugh at me if I fell off my bed: a pair of Converse (Link's on my profile). I was a waitress at this little café named Ideally (A.N.: There's a café named like this in my city =P). I put on a little make, since my boss all said that we must look like we're always happy at work, not like zombies that fall off their beds. OK, I'll forget it.
"OH MY GOSH!" Camille, the bitch that laughed at me (a.k.a. my best friend), screamed like she just saw Santa Claus taking the Easter Bunny out of a hat.
"What's wrong with you, woman?" I yelled at her, taking my hand to my heart. "You want to kill me today, right? Yeah, that's definitely it!"
"NO, I DON'T WANNA KILL YOU! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOO-!" I cut her short.
"Can you stop acting like… thisand tell me what's going on?"
"OK! Take a sit!" I rolled my eyes and didn't move. "Fine, then I'll just let you faint and fall to the floor. Again." She huffed and I rolled my eyes one more time, more dramatically now. "GUESS WHO'S HERE IN NEW YORK AT THE EXACT TIME WE TALK!" She looked at her oh-so-lovedposter that showed four guys around our age.
"Hmm… Big Time Rush?" I took a guess.
"JO! HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE THIS IS NOTHING?" She was almost jumping at my neck now. She love them to death. More than she loves me. Sigh.
"It doesn't mean too much for me, since I'm not a Rusher, or whatever you Big Time Freaks are called." She rolled her eyes at me and returned to her laptop, gawking at the guys.
"SHIT! THEY'LL HAVE A SHOW IN TWO DAYS IN HERE AND THE ENTRANCES ARE ALREADY SOLD OUT! SHIT SHIT SHIT!" She continued going on and on about this and then she began crying. Crying as in red and puffy eyes, mascara all over her face, loud sobs and a thing going down her nose… EW!
I went out the dorm as silent as I could, so she wouldn't notice me leaving and ran down the corridor, till I reached the door and continued my way to work.
"Mrs. Taylor, you're late. Again. What did I say about being late?" Mr. Candron (a.k.a. Condom), my boss, said with that big nose of his stuck up to the air, as if showing who was the one ruled that place. Stupid bitch. He hated me, I hated him. That's how business works.
"That if I was late again I would have to stay and close the café for three days." I said through gritted teeth.
"And…?" He had a smug smirk plastered in his pig-ish face now.
"And that if I was late again I would have to stay until later for a month. And then I would be fired if it happened for the third time."
"Great to know you remember!" He clapped his fat hands with that smirk still on his face. But it vanished as he sniffed the air, feeling the smell of dog's shit. That was coming from my tennis shoes. "Go fix it and get back to work!"
I grunted as I walked away and to the counter to wait for the clients. It was 08:05! The café opened at 08:00! I got here at 08:02 and would have to stay one our over my period? Fuck that fat bitch! I wish he was covered in dog's poop right now. I went to the employees restroom and tried to wash it. Well, at least the smell was gone. Now better get back to work.
As the time passed by people went in and out of the café. Not many went out happy after me being their waitress, because I was in a bitchy mood. Oh please, give me a break! I woke up kissing the floor, got late to work and got an extra our for today and as a bonus I stepped on dog's shit! I bet you would be just like me if it was you! Yes, I tried to keep a smile on my face, but it was hard, even more with Mr. Candrom breathing down my neck every five minutes.
The door's bell rang, signaling that someone was coming in. I saw four guys taking a table on the farthest corner of the place. The café was almost empty, with only three couples and the guys. I went to their table with four menus in hand and a booklet-thingy and a pen in my apron's pocket.
"Good night, may I help you?" My voice was tired and kind of angry at the same time. I dind't really look up, just put the menus in front of them and took my booklet and my pen and waited for them to say something, glaring at the paper, as if it could by some magic make everything explode, so I could go home.
"It doesn't seem like a good night to you." One of the guys said. I looked up and saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at me. I recognized the guys immediately. It was Carlos Pena, Big Time Rush member. Then the other three guys… Oh shit, Camille was going to have a heart attack if she knew.
"Nor a good day either." I sighed tiredly. Then smiled at them, thinking about what Camille would do when I told her this. "My friend will kill me when I tell her you guys were here and I didn't call her." It made me smile bigger and the four of them smirked back at me.
"Then tell her we said hi. Maybe she'll make it less painful." I knew it was Logan who said it. Camille talked about him 24/7, she even says his name while sleeping. It's creepy.
"Nah. Now she'll die before she even gets her pinkie on my neck. She'll be all like "Oh my Gosh! Logan Henderson said hi to me! I told you we were gonna live happily ever after, Jo!" and then: BAM! She'd be cold out on the floor." The guys were chuckling now. If because of what I said or because of my acting skills as Camille I didn't know. I laughed along with them, but stopped as I saw the Fat Bitch standing by my side.
"Ms. Taylor, do I have to tell you that you only have to take the notes and take them to the kitchen? Without disturbing the clients." Fat, ugly, soon to be poop covered bitch. I was boiling inside, and I think my anger could be seen on my face, because my thoughts about ways to kill my bitchy boss went silent as I heard another one of the guys speak.
"Oh, no sir. It's OK, we were the ones to make small talk." Kendall Schmidt was the one to say it. I looked at him and saw him looking at that pussy fat thing that was my boss. I looked at those green eyes that I've stared at so many times before while lying down on my bed at my dorm while trying to sleep. On Camille's posters they looked good, but seeing it at the distance I was… OK, maybe I have a tiny-iny-little crush on Kendall, but don't let anyone know. I can't help it when the guy is blonde, has light-colored eyes and is hot as hell.
I looked away from him and back at my boss, with an awkward face on, that suddenly turned onto a poker face. My lips twitched a little up into a smirk, but I tried keeping me face straight, so he wouldn't piss me off at least for some minutes.
"Huh. I'm going home, Ms. Taylor. You close the café tonight." He nodded and went away.
As soon as he turned his back to us my smirk came to my face, and I couldn't help but let a kind of evil laugh escape my lips. The guys watched me with some interest as my laugh grew a little louder.
"You know you look evil and kind of like a mad woman, right?" Asked James, with a half smirk. My laugh subsided, but the grin was still on my face.
"Yes, I do. I'd love if he tripped and fell face-first on dog's poop." This got the guys chuckling.
"What?" Carlos asked, still chuckling.
"Long story short. I-" I began telling them what happened, but the last couple left wanted to pay their bill."Be right back." I said, and went to the clients waiting by the counter. When they went out I was back to Big Time Rush's table. I told them my little affair with the dog's shit and how I would love to see Mr. Candron covered in it. It made them laugh some more.
"So, are you ready to order now?" They nodded and I took their orders, going to the kitchen to leave them there and went back to their table, as they requested me to do.
"For how long will you guys stay here in NY?" I asked them.
"Oh, we'll have the show tomorrow and then we're taking a break. We'll spend two weeks here." Said Logan.
"Cool. Come back here if you can, please. Maybe Mr. Condomwill give me a break and don't fire me for having dove's poop on my jacket the next time." I rolled my eyes and they laughed.
"I just realized… You didn't tell us your name. Ms. Taylor." Kendall said. I rolled my eyes at him, but had a smile on my face.
"Jo." I said, shortly.
"And your friend that's going to kill us is…?" Logan asked. He was interested in Camille? Heh, let's have some fun over it.
"You interested, Logan?" I asked him in a teasing voice, raising my eyebrows, a slow smirk tugging on the corns of my lips. Their food arrived and they dug in.
"W-what? No! I'm just… huh…curious." My smirk grew bigger, but before I could continue with the teasing my cell phone vibrated on my back pocket. I took a look at the screen and wasn't surprised by seeing Camille's face on it.
"Talkg about the devil." I answered it "Hello?"
"JO, WHERE ARE YOU? I'M FUCING SICK WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I'VE TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST 30 MINUTES AND YOU DIDN'T ANSWEAR! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?"I had to take the phone away from my ear, or I'd be deaf. Every single word she said was heard by the guys, who were trying to suppress their laugh.
"Ouch, Camille. Could you be any louder? And before you start yelling your guts out again, I'm fine. I'm still at work. Pussy Condommade me stay over an hour for being two minutes late this morning."
"What a bitch! But are you alone? By this time the café is usually empty."
"Nah, I'm fine. And I'm not alone, I've got the company of four guys." Now I was the one suppressing my laugh.
"JOANNE TAYLOR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING AT 9:00 IN THE NIGHT WITH FOUR BOYS?" I couldn't hold it any longer. My loud laugh escaped my lips and the guys were laughing their asses off as well while Camille continued yelling how I could be raped and yadda yadda.
"Camille, shut up! You have no idea at allabout who you're talking about!" My laugh was controlled by now, or I wouldn't be able to talk.
"IT COULD BE ANY CREEPER, JO!"
"But they aren't, Camille!" I laughed some more.
"Put her on speaker!" Carlos said. I nodded at him at did what he said.
"You're on speaker, Cam!"
"WHAT? YOU PUT ME ON SPEAKER WITH YOUR CREEPER FRIENDS? NOW THEY'RE GONNA HUNT ME DOWN AND RAPE ME!" We laughed some more. Oh, if only she knew…
"Hey Camille! Does my voice give you any hint of who I am?" James said.
"Hmm… It reminds me of someone… Oh my… No, It can't be!"I rolled my eyes at her reaction. Then I put my phone in front of Logan. If he sniffed she would know it was him.
"Hey Camille! How're doing?" Logan said, I half smiled. Even I thought that smile of his was hot. Seriously talking.
"OH HOLY SHIT! OH MY GOD! AM I DEAD? DID I DIE OF CRYING SO MUCH OVER NOT GOING TO YOUR SHOW TOMORROW AND NOW I'M IN BIG TIME HEAVEN?" Now I dropped my cell phone on the table. Camille was making a fool over herself. We were laughing very hard by this point, and if anybody came in right now would think we were drunkards.
"No Camille, you're not dead. Just making a fool out of yourself." I said.
"SO BIG TIME RUSH ISN'T AT THE CAFÉ YOU WORK AT AND I'M STRUGGLING TO PUT MY SKINNY JEANS ON WHILE TALKING TO YOU BRUSHING MY HAIR OVER NOTHING? AS SOON AS YOU STEP HERE YOU'RE DEAD!" And then the line went dead. I laughed so hard I was almost peeing and Carlos was rolling on the floor. This was all so weird. The BTR guys were laughing with me while my best friend was freaking out and saying that she was going to kill me. Well, the last part was nothing new. But still…
"Jo, I'm going-" Rose, the cooker, stopped dead in her tracks as she saw the scene in front of her.
"Oh, hi Rose." I said, smiling as innocently as possible.
"Okay, I'm not making questions, don't wanna be suspect if anything happens here. Just wanted to say I'm going. Good bye." And she was fast away from us. I laughed even more. Shit, I'm laughing too much. I gotta spend more time with these guys.
"Oh shit, I think I have a broken rib. Or some." I chuckled a little more.
"You're funny as hell. And your friend's a mad woman." James said.
"Yes, she is. But I'm no better. Ya still interested in that girl, Logan?" I smirked at him.
"She seems funny. When not psychotic." We laughed as he made a face.
I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 10 o'clock.
"Oh shit. Sorry guys, but I have to close. If Condom finds out that I was open "disturbing clients" I'm fired. Not that that's a totally bad thing, but…" I didn't complete my sentence, but they understood what I meant.
"We've got to hang out sometime! Ooohhh, and bring Camille with you!" Carlos said.
"Sure, it'd be awesome."
"I have an idea!" Kend-ellicious said. We looked at him, me with raised eyebrows. He looked at me with those big green eyes that looked like each little millimeter was painted with maximum care. I stopped drooling over his eyes as he continued telling us his idea. "What if you and Camille came to our show tomorrow?"
"But you're sold out." I said, frowning a little.
"Yes, but we can make a little exception for a certainly girl that spent half of her night laughing her butt off with us and her mad friend." He smirked and I felt myself drooling again. Luckily I was drooling internally.
"And how's that possible?" I asked, furrowing a brow.
"Give me your phone." He said, and I gave it to him. He messed with the touch-buttons and took a photo of himself after it. He gave me his phone. Cool. He gave it back to me along with his. I did the same as he did, but saving my number in his phone. Duh.
"When you two get to the stadium tomorrow just call me and pass the phone to the security guy. He'll let you pass."
"Why, thank you. Now Camille won't kill me! Yay! But my pussy boss will kill me if we stay here any longer, so get going!" I shooed them off and went out with them at the same time, closing and locking the door behind me. "See you guys tomorrow!"
"Bye, Jo!" Carlos hugged me. And it felt like hugging a plush toy: warm and soft.
"Buh-bye JJ" James said and hugged me. Strong arms. Good.
"Don't you ever call me that again."
"OK, JJ" He smirked and I growled. JJ THE FUCK!
"Bye Jo, and tell Camille I said hi." Logan was the next one to hug me. Kind of strong grip. Fuck, did they all hug well? I was thinking shit. Must've been tired. Yes, I was.
"She'd probably rip my ass off if I did so." He chuckled a little. Kendall went to me, towering over me with all his height. He hugged me and I felt little, comfortable and warm. And incredibly good.
"Till tomorrow." He whispered in my ear, sending goose bumps down my spine, and –sadly- let go of me.
Wow…2971 words. I don't think I have ever written this much. And I'm proud of myself! What'ya think about it? LET ME KNOW! You just have to press that blue button with a yellow balloon next to it and TA-DA! I'll know what you think! =D Oh, and if you guys have any song that you think would be good to put in the story, even if it isn't a BTR song, you can tell me the song's name on your review or PS me (= I promise I'll try to put it here! That's it, bye and thank you for reading! xxBahCo