A/N: Well here is my very first Big time rush story! I really do hope you
like it! I haven't written in ages and to be honest I'm pretty
nervous! Please review and tell me how much you love it or hate it!(;
I'm new to this and I'm sorry if It really does suck and I don't
portray the characters correctly! I'll try my best! I hope you all
grow to like my OC Elora as well!(:
There will be quite a few flashbacks so I hope I don't confuse any of
you!
Aslo a big huge thanks to chocolate-Colombo! She's been a huge help
and her stories are amazing! Be sure to check out her BTR stories if
you haven't!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own big time rush!
Anyway..
Without further adieu,
Enjoy!(:
Every morning was starting to be the same thing. Forcing myself out of
bed, forcing my self to shower, forcing myself to stare at the mess in
the mirror. I never used to be like this. No, in fact I was a big
morning person. I'd go running almost every chance i got, bright and
early and I'd always take the time to make myself look at least half
decent. But now, I was just a disaster. Bags under my eyes from lack
of sleep were starting to show. Emotional pain wasn't the only pain I
was in. My whole body ached. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed and
cry.
*beep!*
The sound of my phone woke me from my daze. It was nearly dinner time
and I was sprawled out on my couch in my comfiest tshirt and black gym
shorts. My stomach started gurgling as I reach for my phone that was
placed on the floor next to the couch. As I pressed the home button it
light up the darkened room. My eyes squinted as I opened a message
from Carlos.
Carlos was my neighbor here in good old LA. We've been neighbors for 4
years now. I moved into the duplex located in a quiet suburb in LA
when I was 18 from Ohio. My parents didn't approve of my future plans
and were always trying to persuade me to take up a career in the
medical feild.
That wasn't the kind of life for me. I wanted to act, I
wanted to sing. I wanted anything that my parents would disaprove of.
It wasn't that I wanted to upset them, I just wanted freedom. I wanted
to know that I was allowed to do whatever my heart desired. Even if it
was working at the old run down diner down town. Which is exactly what
I did.
I sighed as I opened the message.
'r u homeeeeee?!' Every time Carlos would text me I could always
picture him saying it. His pearly smile from ear to ear and the
excitment in his voice.
At this thought I lazily smiled as I texted back. 'I sure am! What's
up?'
I pressed the send button and set my phone on my stomach. Knowing that
Carlos only lived a few feet away made me wonder why he wouldn't just
come over. My wondering was interupted by several loud bangs on my
front door.
I took a deep breath before forcing myself to sit up. I dug my feet
into the carpet as the loud banging continued. "It's open!" I managed
to blurt out. No more than three seconds later did my door fly open.
"Elora!" Carlos was now standing in my doorway, his thick black hair a
mess. He looked like he had just woken up. He wore a giant smile as I
stood to greet him.
He embraced me in a tight hug. "Carlos," I half whispered as I inhaled
his cologne. It was almost sweet smelling. Like coconut but with a
warm tone to it.
I pulled away to look at him and smiled. "What brings you to these
neck of the woods?" he chuckled lightly and strided towards the
kitchen. "I'm hungry."
I shook my head and laughed as I followed him into my kitchen.
He didn't hesitate opening my fridge and peering inside to see what I
had. I only laughed to myself knowing that I had bought a giant,
family sized, box of corndogs only a few days ago.
Carlos loved corndogs. I hated them. I don't know what it is about
them. Maybe the smell, or the fact that the breading maybe ruined the
dog. Of course this was only my opinion.
"You have NOTHING!" he whined as he spun around to face me. I smiled
knowingly at him. "Check the freezer, Carlitos." I gestured toward the
freezer as I sat on a stool pulled up to my counter. His longing brown
eyes lit up.
He dramatically opened the freezer door and froze as soon as he did.
There sitting in the very top shelf were those dreadful corndogs. Why
he loved them so much, I'll never know. I heard a faint gasp. He
pulled the box out and set it on the counter in front of me.
"Oh El, you treat me so well!" he pulled me out of my seat and into
his arms for another hug. After a few seconds I pulled away and looked
into his deep brown eyes, that always seemed to be smiling even if he
wasn't.
"I'll never understand why you like those things so much,
dude." I replied breaking the almost comfortable silence. He chuckled
and stared back into my eyes. His gaze reminded me of when I first
gazed back into his big brown eyes.
I finished unpacking my last box. Finally, I had officially moved into
my new duplex apartment in a large, yet quiet suburban part of LA. I
smiled as I took a step back to admire my furniture arangements in my
new room.
My smile soon faded as soon as my stomach started growling at me. It
was as if it was begging me for food. I didn't blame it. It had been
all day since I've eaten.
I wondered into my new kitchen taking in every new surrounding as I
did. Soon I was standing in front of a completely empty refridgerator.
I exhaled deeply. "really?" I muttered to myself.
I looked up at my new clock that was hanging just above the entrance
of the kitchen. Barley past seven. I had time to go grocery shopping, I sure wasn't going to be eating out.
A home cooked meal sounded a Lot more satisfying than a burger
dripping with grease.
I made my way toward the front door Only stopping to slip on a pair of
flip flops and to grab my keys off the table pleaced near the front
door. I slipped out the door only turning back making sure it was
securely locked.
I hadn't met any of the neighbors yet and was pretty paranoid that
someone might try to break in.
My car was parked out by the curb. I slowly made my way to my car. No
sooner had I reached the drivers side did I feel a sharp pain trickle
down my thigh. I gasped loudly and started to rub the area where it
started to burn.
"Oh my god, I'm so so so so so sorry, miss!" an exasperated male voice
rang. I looked up to meet the warm brown eyes of a young boy. He
looked about my age, 18. He was wearing a hockey mask. He bent down to
pick up the hockey puck that had struck me in the thigh. "I was just
practicing, I didn't mean to hit it that hard! Honest."
A smile crept across my face. "Uh.. hey, yeah, no. it's totally
okay.." I stumbled on my words not wanting to be a smart ass and hurt
the boys feelings. After all he did apologize.
"Hey, you must be my new neighbor! I live in the other half of the
duplex!" his voice pitched a little high with excitment. "I'm Carlos!
Carlos Garcia!" he pulled his hockey mask off revealing rows of
pearly, white, teeth with brown eyes that smiled happily. His black
hair was laced with sweat and matted to his head. 'that's
attractive.' I thought.
"Elora, Elora McKibbin." the right side of my lip curled up forcing a
weak, unconvincing smile. I held out a hand to shake but he just
blanky stared at my hand. I stared to pull away awkwardly, but not
fast enough. He yanked my arm forcing me to fall into him. He embraced
me in a hug. "Welcome to the neighborhood!"
A/N: I hope that wasn't too short! I'll try and work on that! :o Reviews would be nice!(:
Let me know what you think so far! Thanks for reading!
