Guys, I'm sorry I haven't updated anything lately. There's just been A LOT going on the past few weeks, and as much as I love writing, it's had to wait. But I'm hoping to get the last intro chapter up in a few days.
And I just want to tell you guys that from mid-March until about May is lacrosse season, and even though I don't play lacrosse (that'd be weird with all guys, right?), I manage for the team, and that consists in having to go to about three games a week. So, I'm trying to get a few chapters up before the first scrimmage so you guys won't hate me!
Be sure to check out Hottie on the Beach, the One Shots, if you haven't already. You didn't need to read Hottie on the Beach to understand what's going on, and besides, I gave you a little summary of that story in the first chapter of the one-shots.
And sorry that it's kinda short. Alright, enough ranting. Enjoy!
Olivia Walker adored her job. She loved meeting new and up-coming stars, and learning interesting things about them to try and gain a fan-base for them. Most of them were beyond nice and well-mannered, with only a few divas here and there.
But she didn't care about them. She was older than (most of) them, so it's not like she cared. She wasn't their parents anyway- this was her job.
And, not ironically, the divas seemed to be the ones she got the most dirt on- probably because their blonde heads didn't know what to tell the world and what to keep inside.
Olivia was a strong girl, who was not afraid to speak her mind. With that came stubbornness, but she was extremely nice to friends, and especially the people she was interviewing. She had been working for Sixteen Magazine for about eight months now, and had lived in LA for about a year.
She moved up here from Arizona where she lived with her mom, Maria. She had never met her father, and she grew up with just her mom, who was the most confident, beautiful and strong woman she had ever met.
Maria taught her daughter she didn't need a man to support her. Sure, they were great if you found the right one, but the heart wasn't something to mess with. She hadn't wanted Olivia, her only child, to move to LA, but living and working there was her daughter's dream, and she finally let her after almost a year of contemplation.
They still talked all the time, at least once a week, and were probably closer now than they were in Arizona.
Olivia lived alone in a tiny apartment in downtown LA, and she was okay with that. She didn't like spending a lot of time there, though, because of that. She had plenty of friends that she worked with and ones she had just met around town, so she hung out with them all the time.
They were all trying to get her to go out with guys they knew, but Olivia denied them all. She knew better than to just give her heart to anyone who passed by, even though she really could have any guy.
She had straight brown hair that went down to about her chest, and light brown eyes and tan skin. She was confident and obnoxious, in the best way possible, at least that's what her friends thought, but she found some people didn't really like that.
But she didn't mind. She knew some people thought she was annoying. She'd roll her eyes and get on with her life.
Olivia Walker didn't need people holding her back. But maybe she did need someone to love.
"Camilla, come on!" Logan Henderson called down the hall to his fifteen year old sister.
But, she wasn't your usual fifteen year old. She was one of those girls who was obsessed with celebrities, and knew everything about everyone. She was kind of like Regina George. Except much, much nicer.
And much smarter.
We're talking almost perfect SAT smart. She had taken a practice one last month, and had scored higher than ninety eight percent of the juniors at her school, and higher than ninety five percent of the seniors. She was going far in life, at least that's what Logan thought.
"Logie, take a deep breath," Camilla said, poking her head out of her bedroom, which was painted bright pink.
"We're going to be late!"
"No we aren't. You clearly don't understand teenage girls," she told him, walking back across her room to the mirror.
"Should I?" Logan asked, confused, as he plopped down on the couch in the small living room.
He and his sister had moved from Texas about a year ago, and soon after he landed a role on Big Time Rush, which was premiering in about a month.
His sister, despite her smarts, was not your typical nerd. She was pretty, and she utilized it, but sure didn't let guys take advantage of her. She knew not to do that much.
They didn't see their parents much, only when Camilla didn't have school and Logan didn't have work, and when they had a few days to fly down to Texas.
Their parents weren't too hot on the idea of Camilla going with Logan to California, but the younger girl needed to be exposed to new things, things she wouldn't experience in small town Texas.
So, with that in mind, plus begging from the dark haired beauty, and a sincere promise from Logan that he'd keep a close eye on her, they let her go.
They lived in the middle of LA, or so it seemed, in a small house, and between the two of them, they literally had an hour of free time a day.
Camilla was super busy with school, then gymnastics after, and Logan was busy with the show, filming all day long.
But he never let the promise he made to his parents slip his mind.
He was her legal guardian now, and he kept a very close eye on her when they were together. He knew when they were apart, him at work and her at school that she would keep safe and make smart decisions, but he was very protective of her.
But sometimes, including now, he felt something.
Was that loneliness?
Logan thought so.
He had a girlfriend. A girl he thought was the one. They were doing the long distance thing for a good ten months, but then they just drifted apart and Logan cut it off. It killed him to do it, but he knew in the end it was the right thing to do.
For the past two months, he just tried to mend a broken heart, and didn't bother with girls. Sure, there were ones on the show and ones he'd meet out and about, but none of them really caught his eye.
Maybe someday one would.
