DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush
Her bag weighed down uncomfortably on Nora's shoulder as she entered the Palm Woods lobby, dragging the suitcase behind her. The Palm Woods would be her new home. She felt relieved to have finally gotten to Hollywood. She would never be able to repay Brendan for bringing her with him. Nora tried to readjust the bag on her shoulder, and drag the suitcase simultaneously; the only thing she forgot to do was look where she was going. In an instant she was flat on her bum on the floor.
"Ouch," she mumbled.
"I'm so sorry, I should have been watching where I was going," came a voice from above her. She raised her eyes, to see who had spoken. She was met with the most alluring pair of hazel eyes she had ever seen, belonging to the guy crouched down in front of her.
"Don't worry, my fault as well," she replied. The guy gave her a smile before standing up and offering Nora a hand to help her up.
"Thanks, I'm Nora," she said taking the hand.
"I'm James," he said, "You moving in?"
"Yeah, my brother got a record deal, and I came with him," she stated, trying desperately to stop drowning in his eyes, after all he probably had hundreds of girls after him with his looks, he probably had a girlfriend. He would never even look at her. Inwardly she groaned at the thought.
"Awesome, well I'm sorry but I got to go, I'm late for work, I'll see you around?" he questioned. Nora nodded in reply, slightly dazed.
She grabbed her bags and began to make her way up to the new apartment. Opening the door, she saw Brendan sitting on a royal blue couch across the room, with Aiden on his lap. She really had no idea how she would ever repay Brandon for looking after her and her son.
"Mark, I'm pregnant," Nora whispered, looking down at her lap.
"What, how? We used protection. How do you even know it's mine? You act like a whore all the time, flirting with other guys, how am I supposed to know that that thing is mine?" he yelled.
"Mark, I love you, of course the baby is yours." Nora was crying now, tears falling down onto the bed spread beside her legs as she looked up to see the anger across Mark's face.
"No, I want nothing to do with you or the thing that. Get out of my house now. I never want to see you again." He pointed at the door.
Nora grabbed her bag, and ran from the house. She ran until she reached a park. Sobbing, she found a seat and dropped her bag on it. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them.
"What do I do now?" she questioned gazing up at the sky as rain began to fall and splatter into a million droplets on the concrete path below her.
Slowly she stood up, feeling bile rising in her throat. She pushed it down and began the long walk home. Pulling her thing cardigan across her in attempt to gain some warmth, thoughts began to crowd in her head.
Her parents had never approved of her relationship with Mark, they said he was a bad influence on her. He was, yet she was so blinded by love that she refused to see it. Then again they never approved of anything Nora did, nothing was ever good enough. Since Brendan had moved out, things had gotten worse. He hated their parents, for many reasons. Their dad had wanted him to go into law, but he wanted to have a career in the music industry. Needless to say that his career choice was frowned upon. Brendan got sick of it, he'd saved up enough money over the years to be able to rent a place. He left the city and moved 3 hours away, far enough away that he would never have to see his parents. With that though, it also meant Nora was left alone to face the pressure of her parents. How was she going to tell them she was pregnant? She felt so alone as she walked down the dejected street, kicking the litter away from her feet as the rain poured down.
"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" her father had all but screamed in her face.
All Nora could do was nod.
"How could you be so stupid, we gave you a roof over your head, a good education, a good life, and you repay us by whoring around," her father snarled at her.
Nora sat frozen in fear, in the old leather armchair in the living room of her parents' house. She looked over at her mother who was sitting on the couch on the other side of the room, her mouth was in a straight line, but her eyes showed sympathy. Why wouldn't she say something?
"Get your stuff, and get out of my house," her father's voice had dropped to a whisper, but that's what made it all the scarier.
Nora rose from the chair and run up to her room, tears streaming down her face she shoved her clothes and possessions into a small suitcase and overnight bag. Looking at the bare room when she was done, she swallowed. Where was she going to go?
She carried her bags down stairs and without so much as a word from her mother or father she left. She left the house she had grown up in and she was never going to see it again. She walked until she got to the little cafe about 2 blocks from the house, stepping inside the door, she walked up to the counter.
"Going away?" Carter asked. Nora had known Carter for as long as she could remember, he was one of her best friends, yet she couldn't bring herself to tell him she had been kicked out. Kicked out for being pregnant, no less.
"Ah, yeah. Can I just get a large black to go," she replied, taking coins out of her wallet and passing them across the counter.
"Sure, take a seat and I'll bring it out to you in a sec," he replied, turning around and beginning to make the coffee.
Nora dragged her bags across to a table in the back of the cafe. Taking her mobile out of her bag she scrolled through her contacts until she found the one she was looking for.
"Hey Brendan, its Nora. Dad kicked me out."
Nora was 8 and a half months pregnant. She had been out with buying some clothes and things that she would need once the baby came with Maci, the only real friend she had made since she had moved in with Brendan. Well she was the only friend that stayed after she revealed that her father had kicked her out. Nora sometimes wondered about all the people she once knew, her old friends. She never said good bye to any of them, she just left without a word. She hadn't even said good bye to Carter that day when leaving the coffee shop, to afraid that it would make what was happening more real. None of them knew what happened to her, where she was. It was easier that way. No contact meant she could forget about that stage of her life and move on. Though it was easier said than done, she still thought ever day about them.
She had just pushed her key into the door to Brendan's apartment when a sharp pain across her stomach caused her to lose her breath.
7 hours later she was holding staring down at the beautiful baby boys in her arms.
"Aiden Michael Bishop" she whispered, trailing her index finger over his tiny red cheek.
Minutes later Brendan came bursting through the door, flowers and balloons in hand, along with Maci. Somehow even though they were the only people she had, it was perfect at that moment.
The next event in their young lives came several weeks later when Gustavo Rocque, a music producer was in town scouting for talent. It took Nora hours upon hours to convince Brendan to go to the auditions, and then even more to get him to them.
And as they say the rest is history. Brendan is going to LA to record demos for Gustavo, and Nora got to go with him. She was sad saying goodbye to Maci, she was the best friend she ever had. Maci promised to come out and visit soon, and that she would call all the time and never lose touch.
So now begins a fresh start for Nora, where she isn't in the shadow of her parents or judgemental people. It's the new beginning she has been waiting for.
She walked into the apartment and dropped her bags in the entranceway.
"Hey baby sister, it's about time you got here," Brendan greeted her, bouncing Aiden up and down on his knee.
Nora had left a day after Brendan, fixing up things for him with his landlords as Gustavo needed him out as soon as possible. He had taken Aiden with him, to make it easier for Nora to be able to run the last few errands.
"And how is my beautiful baby boy?" she cooed as she lifter Aiden out of Brendan's arms.
She swayed him in her arms. He really was a gorgeous baby; unlike Nora's pale blonde hair he had dark curls, a never yielding reminder of Mark, with blue eyes like Nora and pale skin.
"Nor, I got to go to the studio. Gustavo wants me to run a track," Brendan said as he grabbed his keys off the table and walked towards the door.
"Make yourself comfortable, you room is the door on the left down the hall.
With that he closed the door behind him. Nora just looked at the little boy in his arms.
"Cheers to a fresh start hey?" she chuckled as he giggled at her.
Authors Note: I know there wasn't much Big Time Rush or James in this chapter and that it was pretty crappy, but it was just an introduction/filler. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!