Ok, so I'm already posting the second chapter.. Yay me! I wanted to say thanks to everyone who read the first chapter. I'm still trying to figure all of this out, but I think I've almost got it! This chapter is kind of rushed and I hate that.. But I realaly needed to get all of this out of the way. Anyway, please comment- any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated :) The guys appear in this chapter, but they won't really be introduced until the next one. Just wanted to throw that out there.
I Don't Own Big Time Rush. Only their album. :D
xoxo
Shay

Today was the day. My clock flashed in blue led lights on the ceiling 4:55. Macy and I would be boarding our plane to Michigan in 2 hours and 20 minutes. I staggered out of my bed nearly tripping over Toby, my dads police dog.
"Dammit, Toby." I muttered. He didn't even move. Jerk.
I walked across the hall to the bathroom I shared with my older brother, Ashton. The counter was completely covered in his various colognes and shaving creams. It's a sad day when you realize your brother has more products than you.
I took a hot shower, savoring every minute of it. The last summer intensive I went to had no hot water. And we were in Maine. Lets just say even in the summer, nights get cold up north.
I dried my hair and let it fall like it wanted to. My hair and I had a good relationship. It knew if it was well behaved, I wouldn't burn it or tie it up. Wink wink.
I put on some neutral makeup. I could put more on later if I felt like it.
I shoved everything I owned in the bathroom into my gold shower caddy before putting it into one of the two giant suitcases in the hallway. My mother had stayed up with me last night helping me pack all of the clothes Macy had picked out for me. Macy might have been bipolar and slightly insane, but she was an amazing dancer, was an insane fahionista and my best friend.
I went back into my room to check for anything that didn't get packed. My pink and blue plaid messenger bag sat by the foot of my bed, filled with my notebooks and random items to keep me entertained on the plane. Remember? Extreme ADD when bored.
I stretched my arms over my head, captivating myself in the moment. I was always sad when I had to say goodbye to my room. My journals were tucked safely in the bottom of my underwear drawer, where my brother wouldn't dare to look. It seemed like no matter how old boys got, women's underwear drawers freaked them out.
I grabbed my sock monkey off of the bed, blew a kiss into the air of my room, threw my bag over my shoulder, and closed the door behind me.
I kicked my two suitcases down the stairs, not minding when it crashed at the bottom. My parents were already awake to drive me to the airport and my brother could sleep through a hurricane. Which he really had done before.
I walked to the kitchen and dumped all of my crap by the garage door.
"Good morning." I said, grabbing a cream cheese covered bagel off of my dad's plate.

"Well someone's happy for having to perform in front of her least favorite celebrities." he said casually.

See, my dad had been mocking me for the last two days about being secretly in love with Big Time freaking Rush. He barely ever remembered the name of the band. He was a dad after all.
I rolled my eyes and decided it would be easier to ignore him than argue. I wasn't a morning person to begin with.

"Oh, Brad, you know she hates it when you mention her love of those boys." My mother scolded.

"MOM." I groaned. I hated it when she went all, subtle parental agreement. My mom didn't know the first thing about subtle.

"When do we need to leave? I told Mace I would meet her at 6:45."
My dad looked at his watch and the clock on the stove.

"We can go now, but you might be a few minutes early."

I nodded. I would rather be early than late. Because if you're late you have to walk up to the other person being all awkward and basically saying "yeah I wanted to be here on time but I really didnt want to be here in the first place so yeah". Did I ever mention my mind worked in a weird way?
My mom and dad helped me drag everything out to my dad's Cadillac Escalade. My dad had an obsession with cars and this was his latest indulgence. I laid across the backseat, putting my earbuds in. I closed my eyes as Brandon Boyd's voice took me off into my own world. His voice was magic.
By the time we got to the airport it was 6:38. Not too shabby, daddy.
We walked through the airport, checked my bags in and when we reached the terminal I spotted Macy's red hair. She was sitting, bouncing up and down, while her parents watched. They were used to her abnormal behavior I guess.

"We're going to Michigan, Temp! MICHIGAN! Can you believe it? I can't! Gosh this is so exciting!" She was talking before we were even close enough to hear.

I looked to Mr. West. "Did you give her coffee?"

He sighed. "She drank it before I could stop her. I swear."

I rolled my eyes and smiled as I went to stop my bouncing friend. One thing about Macy was that she could never drink coffee. The last time she had coffee was around Christmas time when she bolted around our high school saying random lines from the movie Elf.

"Macy, calm down ya freak. You're spazzing out." I laughed as I held down her shoulders.

"The coffee was good Tabs! You should've tried it!" she was starting to vibrate.

Our parents were talking about some dinner they were going to next weekend at the country club. They had wanted me to go, but in all honesty, I'd rather dance.
"Flight 177 to Detroit is now boarding." the brunette flight attendant said happily. I could tell she hadn't had much sleep and was running on pure will power. I suddenly admired her.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and linked arms with Macy as we hugged our parents.

"Have fun this summer sweetie." My mom said, hugging me tightly.

"Just don't have to much fun with those Big Time Rush boys." My dad added, pinching my cheek.

"DAD! We're in public!" I said smacking his hand out of my face. He just laughed as Macy gave him a hug.

"Don't you worry about a thing, Daddy Barker! I'm gonna take good care of her this summer. I'll keep her out of trouble." Macy said with a determined gleam in her eyes.

"Uh.. Thanks, Macy. That makes me feel.. A lot better." My dad said. He knew Macy, and he knew how Macy could be.

I smiled and hugged Mr. and Mrs. West before Macy pulled me toward the door.

We skipped onto the plane, ignoring the annoyed glances we received from the first class passengers. Snobby folk I tell ya.
Luckily, this was one of those planes that only had three seats on either side, and we had the two inside seats. Due to Macy's fear of heights, I got the window seat.
The flight was normal. Nothing too exciting happened. Macy slept most of it as her caffeine high wore off. I spent the most of the flight listening to Regina Spektor and writing in my notebook. I never told anyone what I wrote. Just random thoughts that came into my head. And for those of you thinking it- It's NOT about Big Time Rush.
When we got off of the plane, we got our bags and headed to the car rental place. We got a green jeep wrangler. Hell to the fucking yes.
It was a 4 hour drive from Detroit to the camp. Again, Macy slept for the first hour and I cranked Imogen Heap to keep myself awake as I drove.

"You have such a weird taste in music. It's so random." Macy mumbled from the passenger seat.

"If you're just going to criticize my musical taste, I'll turn on Lady Gaga." I said happily.

"Oh God no!" she yelled. No one hated Lady G more than Macy West.

I laughed loudly at her response.
"Bitch." she mumbled. I only laughed louder in her general direction.

We stopped at some random McDonalds to get lunch. The girl behind the counter had that 'I hate my job, and you' attitude. So I decided to have fun with her. I ordered a really complicated salad, and then spent about 5 minutes questioning her about their burger meat. When she started to call the general manager, I gave up. It's not fun when you get people who actually have to know the answers to those kinds of questions.
We could've been in the worst part of Michigan and never known it.
We walked out to the car with our chicken nugget mighty kids meals. No matter your age, you know you still have to play with the toy just to see what it does. You just have to.
I got a Power Ranger that kicked it's leg in the air. Macy hung hers on the mirror.
We continued our trek with Macy behind the wheel. As insane as she was, she was actually a better driver than me. We blasted Jay Sean through my iPhone and talked about life. It was fun, not being anywhere near Atlanta and all of it's drama. We felt free.
When we got to the camp, it was buzzing with the arrival of the students. Our new home for the next three months. Waybrook Performing Arts Camp. Macy squeezed my hand.

"You ready for this?" she said excitedly.

I took a deep breath. "Camp, yes. Big Time Rush, no."

She sighed. "Get over yourself, Temperance. You're gonna win that competition and you know it. So just deal with it."

I rolled my eyes. "Ya know, you can win it just as easily."

"But you have the passion. Even when you don't give a crap about winning, you still have the passion."

I couldn't deny that. I did have passion. I had the drive to win even when I didnt really care to. I was a competitive person in my own right.

We got out of our lovely rental car and walked to the main office, where registration was supposed to be. As we passed the window on the front side, I noticed a bunch of girls (and even some guys I might add) trying to fight to get closest to the window. I could barely make out several figures all lounged around what appeared to be an office.
We walked into the main part of the building where several tables were set up.
A middle aged woman with orangey colored hair and funky 80's styled makeup waved us over.
"Hey there! I'm Tammy. Are you gals here to sign in?"
We both nodded as she looked down her list.
"Name's please?"

"Temperance Barker." I said simply.

"Macy West."

"Ok! Well you're both going to be in cabin 42 with Camille Harvey and Josie Taylor. Your counselor will be Josh Richard. He isn't staying in your cabin, he'll be staying with the guys on your team."

"Wait.. Our. Team?" Macy sounded confused.

Tammy smiled. "It's part of our summer. There are 8 teams, Blue, Orange, Red, Yellow, Purple, White, Black and Green. You're on the blue team, and so are cabins 41 and 43. Josh is your counselor and captain. When you aren't in class there will be an ongoing competition between each team. Keeps you on your toes the entire summer so no one gets lazy."

We both nodded slowly. Acting like we understood.

"Anyway, Josh should meet you at your cabin. Here are your team shirts. You'll be required to wear these to all bonfires or team events. All of that is explained in the information I just gave you. Have a great summer!" she said, signaling for us to leave.
We said our thanks before walking back outside.

"Well she was friendly." I commented.

"Did you know anything about the competition? I wonder what that's all about." Macy still sounded confused. But then again, she was usually confused about everything.

"Well I think it's just what she told us. To keep us on our toes and out of trouble. But I do wonder how extreme it can get."
All in all, it sounded like it could be fun.
We got our bags out of the Jeep and started down the concrete path toward the cabins.
As we were passing the main office again, we heard screaming girls. As soon as we stopped walking, the four boys of Big Time Rush walked out of the offices. The tallest one had silky looking brown hair. He looked like how I would picture Justin Bieber in a few years. The second tallest had shaggy blonde hair that was just a little bit shorter than the brunette's and hidden under a grey beanie. The next one was paler than the others with spikey, blackish-brown hair. And the last one was Latino, with russet skin and short, jet black hair.
The shorter one, Logan I think was his name, was talking to the fans.

"Can someone tell me where our cabin is? 41?" several girls squealed before leading them in the direction of their cabin.
My breath caught in my throat.

"Macy?" I said, evenly.

"Yes?"

"What cabins did Tammy say were on our 'team'?"

Macy thought for a second. "Oh! 41 and 43 why do you.. Ohh.."
"Shit."