A/N: Hey, guys! You know those really cool AU BTR stories that are like 50 thousand chapters and are really popular even though they're not that dynamically written? Yeah, I made one! And I'm damn proud of it, too. Also it's one of the few fem!BTR stories that I've ever seen on this site. I wonder why that is? Anyway, if they're anything better than gay guys and drama, it's gay girls and drama. Of course, that's not the only thing that's different about this. Carlos isn't here. Well, he is, but.. Ugh, just read it to find out.

I edited this! Go ahead and re-read the part where- well, the middle part. If you're new here, though, just read as normal. xD

The scene: Los Angeles, twilight. It's just past 5PM and the city is beginning to go nocturnal, the loud buzz of cars and motorcycles subtely fading into the sounds of heavy bass and high heels clacking against pavement. It's not an abnormal thing for girls in revealing outfits or guys with myraid tattoos to come out of hiding at this time, with bottles in their hands or purses on their shoulder. It's all part of the Los Angeles night scene, really.

The sun is low in the sky, scorching the horizon with heat and there are just clouds, peach coloured wisps curling into the cosmic orb like kittens. The star is casting dark shadows on palm trees and beach piers, burning necks and casting white light everywhere.

A scooter is picking it's way across the city, black tires screeching on pavement and leaving nothing in it's wake but a trail of smoke and the smell of burnt rubber. It's been on the move for not too long now, but it's gained a tremendous amount of ground in the three minutes since it's engine started. It's nothing big, just a blue little thing but it's long and it's slender and it's not bad at weaving through cars, not bad at all. Within minutes it pulls into an apartment complex, skeeting illicitly over the sidewalk and coming to an absolutely abrupt halt at the front of a building marked 'J'.

On the scooter are two girls: one tall, blonde and lean, the shorter one with a fuller frame that goes well with her brown locks. The taller one flips up the glass barrier on her helmet, revealing a pair of wild green eyes. She whoops excitedly into the air. The shorter one would follow suit, but she's clinging to the blonde for dear life, absolutely frozen whilst the other seems to relish the feeling of the wind in her hair, running a hand through her toussled locks proudly.

"Okay, so," The brunette begins in a high-pitched voice, "Let's take the bus next time, okay?"

"Did you not have fun?" The taller girl asks, bringing a hand to her heart in a shocked manner.

"No, YoYo, I didn't. I hate you for talking me into that."

"No, you love me." The blonde jests, prodding the soft tissue on her thigh teasingly. The brunette recoils and leans away from the touch.

"I'll think about it." She scoffs, facing away from the other girl to both remove her helmet and to hide the smile forming on her face.

"Ookay," The blonde sings knowingly, smiling and swinging a leg over the seat of the motorcycle. A periwinkle stiletto heel makes contact with the pavement, followed by a green Vans sneaker. They get their other legs over the edge and put their helmets on the handles. In an attempt to quell the smile that tugged at her lips, the shorter girl began to fiddle with her phone while the blonde(the motorcycle's owner) proceeded to tie the motorcycle to a nearby bike rack. Whilst they were doing this, she spoke.

"Do you think she's gonna say yes?" The blonde could tell that despite the nonchalant tone in her voice, her companion was dealing with underlying anxiety.

"Don't worry about it, Mitchie." She waved her hand dismissively and flexed her palm, causing the small lock in her fingers to click shut. "Even if she doesn't, we can just blame me, okay?" Her voice is soothing and the brunette visibly relaxes at the reassuring words. "Besides," The blonde relentlessly continues, "Who'd say no to a face like mine?" She sticks her tongue out and it's pink on pink as she swipes them over her stained lips, playfully seductive. The brunette giggles and slips her phone back into her pocket.

"You do have a point." There's a smile in her voice and she gazes warmly at her friend, waiting patiently as the blonde click-clacks her way over to her.

The walk up the stairs is silent but comfortable, the dull thuds of sneakers keeping in time with the dainty sound of heels on stone for the complete duration of the four-flight walk.

"Damn, they really need an elevator here." The blonde grumbles breathlessly as they come to a stop in front of a wooden door. Mitchie says nothing, but rolls her eyes and half-steps back. The taller girl takes advantage of the space and steps up, fishing a small blue house key out of her purse(cobalt, of course) and unlocking the door in front of her, followed by the very ladylike action of kicking it open- the boom of silicon on wood resounding through the enclosed building extremely loudly. The brunette flinches, cowering from the loud sound and screwing her eyes shut for a moment. Noticing this, the blonde rolls her eyes and withdraws the key from the lock, muttering, "Pussy.", and stepping inside. Mitchie follows with an expression that would be best described as astonishment mixed with incredulousness plastered upon her petite features.

The interior of the apartment is very standard- nothing fancy, but nothing bland(it is LA, after all). There's a decently sized TV in the center of the living room and a pair of black pleather couches by the TV. A liquor coloured dining table nicely compliments the deep red rug that it sits upon, similar to how the mahogany cabinet that the television is rested upon goes very well with the cedar-tinted wooden floor. Accents are subtle but beautiful, simple things like retro figurines of mice and elephants sitting upon the coffee table in between the couches or the picasso-styled paintings of various animals, hung along white walls in their red hued glory. The blonde walks forth, and Mitchie follows suit, listening halfheartedly to the sound of the clicks change in pitch as the taller girl crosses from the tiled floor of the dining 'room'(seriously, did the architects who designed this place even know what walls were?) to the wooden floor of the living room, making a beeline for the only door in the house- to the left of the TV.

"Alright, so now we just have to find-" They're interrupted by the sound of something shattering on the ground, followed by an angry voice screaming, "No!", and then a differently sounding exasperated cry of "Carly, no!" Being who they were, the pair of girls knew exactly what that meant. Exchanging worried glances, they race towards the bedroom door and throw it open to reveal a sight that would be funny if it didn't have such a miserable context.

The bedroom was ordinary enough- a simple queen sized bed with a baby blue throw, dark magenta lines running down the soft expanse in a pattern, with similarly coloured curtains draped along one of the only two windows in the apartment. Upon the floor was a small circular rug, cobalt blue and perfectly in the center of the room. Aside from that, nothing else was really colourful- just a side table and a lamp and the standard room stuff.

What wasn't normal about the room was the two blatantly unhappy girls standing in the middle, pieces of what looked to have once been a cell phone scattered at their feet. The taller of the two girls was clad in mostly dark colours, her outfit consisted mostly of leather and cotton articles. She was wearing a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses, which were slipping off her visibly sweaty face. Her arms were hanging uselessly by her sides, but her fingers were clenched tightly, unpainted nails digging into the heel of her palm. Her pupils were pinpricks in the middle of a hazel plateau and her teeth were grit very, very tightly. She appeared to be using the last of her patience(not to mention self-control) on the girl in front of her, who although looked to be four or five years younger than her, seemed to have no shame in making her life more difficult.

The younger girl was standing squared to her, but her upper half was turned away, a petite nose poking in the air defiantly and her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes were practically black, but that was probably because of how huge her pupils were. She was dressed contrastingly brighter than her sister, dressed in a pastel yellow shirt and a pair of navy denim capris, purple converse tapping agitatedly at the ground.

The older girl ran a hand over her face in frustration, finally seeming to notice the other two girls' arrival.

"Oh. Keona, Mitchie. Hey. What are you doing here?" She barely lets out the first word of her sentence before she's bent over, picking up the pieces of the phone from the ground. As soon as she touches the first piece of plastic, a pale hand shoots out and grabs her wrist. She looks up in surprise to see the blonde, Keona, gripping her wrist tightly. She stares in confusion at her brightly coloured nails and looks up at Keona to see her staring intensely at her with bright green eyes.

"Sweetheart." She says it dryly, sardonically. "Have you forgotten that it's your birthday?" Her voice is incredulous, pink lips pursed, taking the piece of plastic from her hands and picking the rest of the phone up for her. The girl shrugs and sits back, knowing if she tried to help it wouldn't be allowed by her friend. Although girly, it was plain as day that Keona had muscles comparable to a baby dinosaur. Choosing not to respond to her blonde friend, the sitting girl looks up to see that Mitchie is trying to approach the younger girl.

"Mitchie, I don't think that's a good-" She begins to protest, but trails off as she sees the brightly dressed girl relax slightly in her presence.

"Carly," Mitchie begins in a soft voice, eying the darker haired girl in front of her with soft eyes, "Why did you break your phone?"

"You can keep with your phone!" Carly snaps, kicking a piece of it on the ground just as Keona's grabbing for it. None of the girls flinch at the sudden outburst, nor question the strange sentence structure that was used to convey the message. All three of them were used to it by now.

"Careful, Yoyo." The older girl warns, and the blonde sends an angry look her way as if to say, "I can take care of myself."

Mitchie puts her hands on her hips and stares Carly in the eyes angrily. "That was just rude. Apologize." She makes note of Carly as her stance gets slightly less rigid, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she just hmphs and takes a half-step back. The older brunette girl advances, repeating the command. "Apologize."

"Mitchie, that's not-"

"I got it, Jae. Carly, count to ten." The younger brunette stares at Mitchie defiantly, but after a pause she, almost compulsively, begins to do so.

"One, two, three," The words are spit angrily and the entire time she's glaring at Mitchie, but by the time she gets to six her voice has leveled out- rough at the edges, but calmer. When she reaches ten, her voice returns to a normal level. Instantly after the word left her mouth, her form visibly relaxed and she uncrossed her arms, letting them dangle limply at her sides. Mitchie let out a relieved sigh and stepped away from Carly, walking over and picking up the battery of the phone, which had somehow skid ten feet away from the center of the room where the girls stood.

The older girl, Jae, ran a hand over her face, and the other two girls noted the leather fingerless gloves that she was wearing. Now that they thought about it, they didn't think she'd ever taken them off before. Carly meandered to the other side of the room, singing to herself in a very off-key manner.

"Thanks." Jae says dryly, grabbing the battery from her hand. "I don't know how I would've dealt with that on my own. So really, thanks." She smiled appreciatively, her wavy auburn hair bouncing as she tilts her head. Mitchie exchanges glances with Keona, and the pair look back at their friend. She looks so tired. Despite her smile, her eyes are glossed with sleeplessness and otherwise indifferent, meaning the smile didn't reach that far. Her irises were dimmer. Even though they both knew that Jae was a tomboy and that she never spent too much time on her hair, it was a little bit too unkempt, even for her. They frowned and stared at their sitting friend for a moment before they remembered the reason for their visit. Keona, who was also sitting, sat up straight and dusted off her light gray skinny jeans.

"Anyway, since it's your fucking twenty-first birthday today, we got reservations to Paul!" She squeals in excitement, hopping up and down slightly with her hands tucked into her chest prayer-style. Mitchie smiled down at the hazel-eyed girl hopefully. Paul was one of the top resturaunts in LA, specializing in french cuisine- which the two girls knew that Jae loved. Especially because they were the only french resturaunt in town that sold actual escargot, instead of the fake stuff that most resturaunts around the city sold. They both took note of the excited sparkle in her eyes, how the smile actually reached her eyes, which crinkled pleasantly at the edges. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone, and their hearts fell stimultaneously as the guyishly dressed girl shook her head and looked to the carpet, eyes downcast.

"I can't. I have to stay and take care of Carly." She turned around and looked at her sister as she said this, frowning as she watched the darker haired girl wring her hands nervously and mutter to herself, unseeing eyes fixed on the floor. Keona was more than a little miffed at this, seeing as they had been planning this surprise for weeks, but she understood. Really, they both did.

The Diamonds had been a very well-off family from the start, with a three story, quite homey mansion. It wasn't exactly the best they could do, given that both of Jae's parents had been such famous entrepreneurs that they were legendary, idols who were equal in wealth and fame only to people like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. His dad owned a cosmetics company, Brock Diamond Cosmetics, which had endorsed special products for many celebrities ranging from Justine Beiber to Lola Lerman to Victor Justice, with four different mens lines(one for each season) and countless different perfumes, makeup lines and other women's products. His mom, on the other hand, managed a sports magazine called Dribble. Despite it's name, it actually focused more on football players and sports gossip than basketball. The couple, though famous for their wealth and innofation, was more famous for refusing to conform to gender boundaries. Either way, their fame and wealth granted them access to houses that were easily triple the size of the house that they had lived in, but since they had always been down-to-earth people, they never let themselves go crazy with their money.

Since she had been a little kid, Jae understood what it meant to be in the hospital. She knew they housed sick people. Being a little kid with a weak immune system and a lack of inhibition(slash commmon sense), she had visited them plenty of times. She also knew they housed dying people, as was evident when her grandmother went in and never came out. She was young, but not dumb. What she didn't know was that hospitals also carried life. She learned this lesson very quickly, however, when she was five, and her mother dissappeared for a few days. She was nothing short of excited, though, when her mom returned days later.. with a companion! A small baby soon joined the family roster, and Jae had accepted her immediately, appreciating her coffee coloured eyes and darkly coloured skin. She looked just like her mom, whilst she looked like her dad. Jae played with the baby as often as she could, teaching her new words and making her laugh.

"Do you like her, Jae?" Her mom had asked her. "Her name is Carly." And she smiled and hugged Jae and Jae buried her face in her mother, warmth and cinnamon and love.

It was when Jae was 10 that things began to get worse. She remembers the arguments, the long, quiet discussions(seriously, what was Auh-tizm anyway?), the crying. God, the crying. It never stopped. It wasn't long before her parents began to completely ignore her, always hovering over Carly. She didn't mind it in the end, all that it had done was made her more dependent- she had learned not to lean on anyone or to be dependent on others- after all, they might not always be there.

It was around this time that people began to drift in and out of their house, people who used fancy words like "Treatment" and "Therapy". She had only been 10, not old enough to understand what the words meant and not nearly old enough to understand the magitude of the situation. She watched in ignorance as her sister grew up with a mental handicap, not fully understanding until she had reached her mid teens. Even at that point, she didn't know everything- just the basic details and how to deal with her sister. She knew that Carly was afflicted with a disorder known as the Autism Spectrum, but she was high-functioning, which meant that she was able to communicate better than the majority of other kids on the spectrum. Jae also had understood that Carly never meant anything that she did, despite how much it could hurt her, mentally or physically. She was still learning a few things at that point, though. Like how to calm Carly down when she got agitated(it was truly hard not to freeze with fear when your younger sister screams at every attempt at communication you make to her); or how to deal with her when she scratched, hit, or bit herself; nor did she understand fully how to deal with her violent episodes. But she had figured that she would learn with time, and she had.

By the time she was 15, she had a pretty good handle on things. She could calm Carly down as well as her parents, although it was very obvious that her younger sister preferred them and her therapist, Casey, over her. They had figured Carly very well by this point in time, and it seemed like things were finally looking up for the Diamond family. Of course, good things never last.

It's 12:04am sharp when the fire starts. It's a blur, but she remembers bits and pieces. There was screaming, and crying, and thick, smokey air. She remembers sprinting as fast as she can out of the house, then, realising she's alone, darting back in. She remembers the coughing, and the cinders that charred her left arm permanently when it falls from the celing. She remembers following the strangled, confused cries of her sister up the marble stairs of the house, her feet burning as she literally walks on fire. She remembers seeing her sister circling a blazing, melting chandelier, letting out high-pitched screams of despair. She remembers the smell of charred flesh and burnt leather, the paralyzed screams on her parents burning faces(they had probably gotten trapped under it as they were trying to usher Carly out of the house). She remembers grabbing her little sister as fast as she can, ignoring it when scalding hot, liquid metal drips from the celing and onto her bak and she hoists Carly onto her shoulder and dashes out of the house, falling to her knees in exhaustion just as the fire department arrived.

Since then, life hadn't been kind to her. Or, in a way, she guessed it had- since anything was better than third degree burns, an autistic sister and dead parents. Her mothers sister was gracious enough to let the pair stay with them, tolerating Carly's worsening condition and Jae's depressive state following the fire. It was around that time that she had met Keona(she was actually her uncles' niece). That had helped the transition a little bit, as they had become fast friends and they confided in each other a lot.

The remaining Diamond's had been reimbursed of everything thanks to insurance, but they would have traded all two billion for their parents lives. Of course, as if things weren't bad enough for the pair, it was around then that the older sister had decided that the only way to relieve herself of her pain was to inflict it further. Thanks to a three-year-long lapse of burning and cutting, eventually she ended up in a psychiatric ward for one cut too many. She hadn't meant to cut that deep, of course- since the fire she had felt a new sense of protectiveness towards Carly, a need to be there for her(after all, who else would be there for her if her own sister wouldn't?). However, the one good thing that had come out of being in the ward was that she had met Mitchie there, who was doing an internship working with the nurses as she had wanted to be a psycologist and was currently enrolled in a nearby college as a psych/soch major. The two had talked a lot and quickly grew close, and as if by fate, when Jae had been released and tried to introduce her two friends, they had somehow already known each other- had gone to the same high school. Of course, this had only made it easier for them to bond, and soon the three formed a relationship that was unbreakable- it had stood the test of time, lasting three whole years(and counting). Thanks to her two friends, she had been cut free for three years(although Keona actually had no idea about any of the self-harming to begin with)- to the day, now. She owed a lot to them, but despite this, Carly was still her number one priority.

Currently she was studying online to become a mechanic(she had finished her undergrad in Automotive Mechanics and was now trying to get a Doctorate) but had somehow managed to land two online jobs(she was the webmaster for a small, independent grocery store franchise and she was paid to write scripts for and edit video seminars teaching electrical mechanics), earning herself a measly salary- barely above minimum wage. Despite the lump sum of money she had gotten as reimbursement, she was losing the money at an exponential rate because of the lack of a proper income, and because of this she very paranoid about ending up on the streets and not being able to provide for her sister. It wasn't like they were in debt,(yet, she would insist), but at the same time, she had a right to be paranoid- the road to being an engineer was not cheap, nor was it easy, and Carly's wasn't easy to pay for- what with her therapy, insurance, enrichment classes(a theraputic farm where Carly would ride horses with other autistic kids and a basketball program with a company called Special Olympics both held sessions with the girl bi-weekly), supporting her picky eating habits, and the medical bills- especially the medical bills.

Carly had developed an unfortunatee ailment when she turned 16(just four months ago)- an abcess in the joint of her left ankle. Luckily, the doctors had managed to remove it before it got lethal, or worse- spread, but the catch was that now, her left leg would grow slower than the right. The surgery had been a success, but it had given her something called Leg Length Discrepancy, which required physical therapy, morphine pills and a pair of specially made shoes with different sole heights. Although the difference in leg length was minute, it was big enough to cause discomfort, so Jae did everything she could- spent everything she could- to give Carly as normal of a life as possible. So far, it was working. But the issue was that upkeep was a hassle- despite the surgery being over, Jae still had to pay for the therapy, medecation and bi-yearly x-rays to make sure the abcess didn't make a comeback.

It was because of this paranoia, this phobia of being dependent that Jae didn't have a social life, and as she had recently accepted, probably never would. She had to take care of Carly, Carly always came first. And that's why she had to say no to her friends.

"Are you sure?" Mitchie steps forward, smiling hopefully at Jae. Jae feels her resolve falter when she's hit with two smolders at the same time, and she thinks, maybe one little outing wouldn't hurt. I haven't had a night off since.. well, I haven't, have I? But all it takes is one look at Carly before her walls build back up again.

"Yes." She says firmly, finally standing up. "I have to take care of her, it's my job. Not to mention my actual jobs, which I still need to work on- I have like, three tons of paperwork to finish." The other two girls share defeated glances and sigh. Jae's gaze softens.

"I would, guys, really. But I can't leave Carly by herself, and I don't want to embarass you guys by taking her with us." Jae is looking at the floor now, a guilty expression on her face.

"Whatever, it's fine." Keona says.

"Yeah!" Mitchie says brightly. "We get it." They begin to make their way out of the apartment, but not before Keona could comment, "Damn, girl! That chinese takeout you always eat did wonders on your figure. If you were a lesbian, I'd fuck you through the floor. Seeya, sweet thang." Jae only blushed brightly and left the room, Carly trailing at her heels, whilst the pair of visitors left.

"Yoyo, you should probably stop sexually harassing her like that." Mitchie scolds, closing the door behind them. Keona scoffs, mascara-coated lashes fluttering.

"Honey, please. It's not 'harassment', it's a compliment. Besides, why shouldn't I compliment her? She really is a sweet piece of ass, and I wish she wasn't such a workaholic. Serious turn-off." The blonde states, re-adjusting her gray beret and grinning proudly. Her chocolate-haired companion sighs in disgust and runs a hand over her face exasperatedly.

"It doesn't matter, Ke! We're supposed to be helping her, not giving her more shit to worry about."

"I know, I know. But still," The stylish girl pursed her lips, "I wish we'd gotten to take her to a bar today. All it would take was one Kamikaze, the best birthday sex(courtesy of me), and she'd be about as straight as a crowbar." Mitchie threw her hands up in defeat and groaned, but said nothing. Keona looked over at Mitchie with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll get a turn on this eventually. You have the best rack I've ever seen on a girl- actually, are you wearing a pushup bra?"

"YoYo?"

"Yes, babe?"

"Shut up." Keona giggled but didn't respond to her friends snarkiness, following after her with a smile on her face.

The pair walked together down the flight of stairs, exchanging small talk and awkward, uncomfortable smiles throughout. It wasn't that it was actually awkward, they were just both distracted and unhappy becuase of the circumstances. After all, despite her devotion to Carly, Jae had done a lot for Mitchie and Keona- bitching out cheating girlfriends(or in Mitchie's case, professors), pulling all-night study sessions(or in Keona's case, listening to her cry about a breakup for hours on end- which wasn't a rare occurence), and she did other things just to show how much she cared about her two friends, even going as far as to get Mitchie a new laptop when hers broke down and she couldn't scrape enough money together in time(she had had a big project due the next day for her class), or far enough to raffle for(and win) a five thousand dollar shopping spree to Forever 21- all in Keona's name. The shopaholic, ever a teen at heart despite being 22, had gone wild with it, practically buying out the whole store. It was these little incidents that were going through their mind as they walked down, and they wished more than anything that Jae would take five minutes off of her busy life just to let them treat her and appreciate her. But with Carly's condition, that wasn't going to happen any time soon. As if thinking the same thing, they both stopped at the landing of the last flight of stairs, turning to face each other. Their eyes, though dark, spoke millions of words, and they nodded to each other with an unspoken message. They began to descend again, and it was as they began to put on their helmets that one of them finally spoke.

"We're going to give Jae the best birthday ever, aren't we?" Mitchie grinned, hearing Keona let out a determined whoop.

"Hell yeah, honey."

Edit: Okay, so no One Direction guys, then? poo.

A/N: It's just begun! This chapter is just to set things up, you know? To make clear of the situation and start off the plot. I hope you guys understand this. If not, here's a breakdown:

-This is a genderswap world, meaning that everyone who is a dude is a chick, and vice-versa. Hence "Victor" Justice, "Lola" Lerman, ec cetera, ec cetera.

-James is now Jamelyn "Jae" Isabelle Diamond, Kendall is Keona "Yoyo"(Ke-yo-na, see?) Knight, Carlos is Carly "Carles" Valerie Diamond(I was going to make her adopted but fuck it xD) and Logan turned into Mitchie(Michelle) Prudence Logan(as in, Logan is now the last name). The thing with her was that the only name I could think of that didn't sound absurd was Lola, but that really didn't fit, so I just decided to switch the order of the names.

-Carlos(Carly) is on the Autism spectrum, which is a mental disorder that's too complicated to describe. The jist is, she's not independent and has little to no self control or social skills. Also, the universal symbol for Autism is puzzle pieces, hence the name.

You might be wondering why Kendall is so girly in this. Here's my logic: Since everything is flipped, this is how it is. Male Kendall was pretty masculine in the BTR-verse, right? Meaning he conformed to his gender. So female Kendall is going to be femenine, since she's also conforming to her gender. Logan is also the same way, but not as drastic since mostly he just wears very preppy clothing(sweater vests and dorky things only he could pull off) on the show. With James, he was very femenine on the show, hence his masculinity here. Does that make sense?

Also Kendall is a very sassy lipstick lesbian. Aw, yes.

So, like? Review? Please? I'm not updating this shit unless someone tells me they read it. I mean god DAMN,who wants to sing to deaf ears?