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"Giovanna, shut up!" Leigh Cross called to her thirteen year old step-sister, who was down the hall literally squealing.

Leigh found it ridiculous for her to be so idolized by some stupid boy band that was on TV. She didn't even know who they were, and would probably never meet them. God.

"Leigh, you shut up!" Giovanna called back as she skipped down the hallway. "If you weren't aware, which you clearly weren't, there was just a commercial for my favorite show on."

"Great?" Leigh said, highlighting an important line in her English book.

"Very great. It was for Big Time Rush."

"Uh-huh."

"And even though it doesn't premiere for another month, I'm already a fan."

Leigh looked up from her book at her step-sister, who was dressed like she always was. In some sort of ridiculous outfit, her hair done up in something fancy. She was blonde (with no brains to go with it) with brown eyes, and even though she was thirteen- yes, thirteen- she was still in love with a boy bad. She was a pageant girl, something else Leigh found disgusting. Degrading young women to show off all of their (fake) assets.

"Wait, it doesn't start for a month and you're already obsessed with it?" The older girl asked.

"You know it. Wanna see what they look like?" Giovanna asked.

"No," Leigh said flatly, but it was too late. Giovanna had pulled out a picture of them from somewhere, and it was now shoved in her step-sisters face.

Leigh looked down at the picture, four guys looking about her age. One blonde with thick eyebrows, two with short, dark brown hair, one being much tanner than the other, and the last one had a brunette flow-type hair.

The nineteen year old girl scoffed, then crumpled the picture, sending the thirteen year old screaming down the hallway. Leigh rolled her eyes and went back to her school work.

She was in her second year at UCLA, majoring in English, and that's all she was focused on. Her school. She didn't have a job, and that was the only thing she was glad about. Her mother, Ruth, and step-father, Stephen, made very good money, supporting Leigh's tuition and Giovanna's pageants. They lived about five minutes from downtown LA, so Leigh and her friend's always had something to do.

Leigh knew she should have a job, but her school took up ninety-five percent of her time, so she was just glad she didn't have the extra stress right now.

Her mother didn't really talk to her, and that didn't bother Leigh one bit. She was never close to Ruth (that's how she addressed her too), mainly taking to her father, Charles. He supported all her decisions, but then her parents got divorced when she was twelve, and he moved to Maine to fulfill his dreams of becoming a skipper.

That left Leigh with Ruth for about two years, and they didn't agree on anything. Ruth was for the looks- she thought her daughter should be a model, or an actress. But Leigh found them to be degrading, someone always wanting something, and making up lies. Not the ideal life style.

Leigh was gorgeous, don't get that wrong. She had curly brown hair, but it looked wavier than anything, with light brown eyes and pale skin. She wore glasses occasionally, needing them for distance, but stuck with contacts most the time.

She was kind of shy and somewhat uptight, mainly keeping to herself, but once you got to know her, she was a bucket of fun. She had a tight group of friends, and they loved hanging out once they got their schoolwork done.

But guys right now were mainly out of the question. Leigh had only had two serious boyfriends, neither of them being in the past year. She just hadn't found anybody interesting, and didn't think she would.

James Maslow was lonely, to put it simply.

He was at home, alone, on a Friday night. It wasn't like this a month ago. A month ago, he had a girlfriend, and things were just starting to get serious when she cut him loose, telling James he didn't see her enough.

And since then, James hadn't given any girls the time of day. He mainly kept to himself more now, but still talked to the guys of course.

He knew people figured he was stuck up, because well, he was like a god. He didn't really consider himself anything special, and didn't spend much time getting ready in the morning. He was just like that naturally.

And because of that, some people just used him. They never really got to know him. But he was a smart guy. He went to an arts school back in San Diego, and even tested out when he was sixteen before moving to LA after his birthday that year. So clearly, he was smart.

Not to mention talented. James had been singing for years, and picked up dancing a few years after singing, and acting came when he started theater.

He just wished someone would give him a chance. All he wanted was that one special girl who wouldn't mind his busy schedule, someone who wasn't clingy. That was his pet peeve. The clingy girls who always needed something.

Couldn't a girl just enjoy his company when he was there? And then share late night or early morning phone calls and she'd be okay with it?

He wasn't asking for much.

So now he was alone in his apartment, planning on going out for a run in a few minutes. He needed to work out. It was his habit. And it kept him in great shape. He didn't get tired easily, and he just liked going out for a nice, long run, and forgetting about anything horrible or stressful that had happened in his day.

But James kept finding himself thinking about his heart. He wanted to be devoted to someone, and have a conversation with them. He just hadn't found anyone worth his time.