Chapter 4: Big Time Sammi
Sammi sighed in frustration and put her hands on her hips. Today wasn't a good day to wear wedge heels. She looked down at her outfit of choice, a green tank top, black shorts, and seafoam green wedge sandals. Maybe I should've rethought my entire outfit, she thought to herself. But she wanted to make a sort of statement on her return to L.A. She was known for her fashion statements. She's even been told a few times by the younger people around the teen hangouts that they looked forward to her return just so they could see and hear what was the next "big thing".
"Hmm, where are you Jazzie?" She muttered under her breath, looking around the park with a hand over her eyes. "There's not that many places you can be."
She let out a little growl and pushed up her shiny bangles, only for them to fall back over her slim wrists. It was just like Jazzie to run off and not even tell them anything about it. For all she knew Jazzie could've been back at the townhouse but just so happened to forget to tell them so they'd be running around all day looking for her.
A hand went to her stomach when it growled. Her eyes widened as everything around her seemed to shake while her stomach yelled at her for food. "Geeze, I must be hungrier than I thought," she muttered. She looked around the packed park and her eyes spotted a street vendor.
She made a face. She didn't really trust food that came off of the streets anymore. After she and Mickey ate nachos from a street vendor in New York and felt like they were dying she avoided it like the plague. But she was starving…
After going back and forth about it in her mind she decided one little corn dog wouldn't hurt her. She walked over to the vendor and waited for him to get finished with the customer in front of her. "Hello, I would like a corn dog please," she said while digging her wallet out of her purse.
As soon as her hand grasped the stick of the corn dog someone in a helmet practically slammed into the cart. Sammi gave him an incredulous look while he gave her a goofy grin and got back to his feet. "Do you like corn dogs too?" He asked excitedly while pointing at her with two of his fingers.
"Suurrreeee," Sammi replied slowly, turning away from the vendor.
"Do you like to play hockey too?"
Sammi was sure he was about to explode with excitement. "Um, no, I don't play hockey," she replied. "I used to play field hockey but then I switched to Tennis." She blinked and backed away a few paces when his face seemed to freeze at an extremely happy smile. "Um, are you okay?" She asked while waving her hand in front of his face.
"You basically told him the two things he likes in a girl, playing a form of hockey and liking corn dogs," a young dark haired girl commented, appearing out of nowhere. "Don't worry about him. I…apologize." Then she gave a smile and held out her hand. "I'm Katie."
"Sammi Mason," Sammi replied, shaking her hand.
"I haven't seen you around here before," Katie noted. "And I know everything about everything that goes on around here."
"Ah, well, I'm here visiting for the summer," Sammi explained. "My aunt lives around here and I like to visit some friends at the Palm Woods. So, what's the story on this guy?" She asked, jabbing her thumb in Carlos's direction. She made a face when she realized that he was petting her corn dog as if it were some cute animal. He looked up just then and tossed the food over his shoulder, giving a nervous laugh. "Did he just pet my corn dog?"
"That's Carlos," Katie explained. "A friend of my brother's."
"And the helmet?" Sammi questioned. Carlos smacked the side of his helmet twice and beamed at her. "He's not even skateboarding or anything."
"It's practically glued to his head, you get used to it," Katie said with a shrug.
"That's very…odd," Sammi muttered and made a face of disgust.
That seemed to snap Carlos out of his held-tongue syndrome and he let out a breath. "I'm a hockey player," he explained with massive amounts of zeal. "At least I was. I came here with my friends to form a band. We're called Big Time Rush. We're on Rocque Records. We have a CD out. Maybe you've heard us on the radio?"
Sammi slowly shook her head. "Can't say I have," she replied. Especially since I change the station whenever they come on. Jazzie play's that CD nonstop. She blinked and mentally did a double take at the mention of Rocque Records. "By the way, that was my corn dog that you threw."
"I'll get you a new one!" Carlos replied. "What do you like on it? Ketchup? Mustard?"
"Nothing," Sammi replied with a wave of her hand. He nodded and turned to the vendor to get another corn dog. Sammi chuckled at his expression when he saw that the vendor had moved to a difference location so he took off running. Sammi let out an exasperated breath. His mouth seemed to move at a mile a minute and he was easily excitable. A little too excitable for her liking. She didn't even understand his fascination with corn dogs either. Sure, they were great to eat but they weren't the best thing in the world. "He's very…"
"Strange? Weird? Child-like? Immature?" Katie asked while counting on her fingers. "I could go on and on."
"Please don't," Sammi said while holding out her hands. "Anyway, have you seen any other girls around that look like me? I can't find my sisters anywhere and we're supposed to do meet up with our aunt."
Just then a loud scream reached their ears. Katie and Sammi looked to see where it had come from. Carlos was running back towards them, yelling at people to get out of his way. Their mouths fell open when they saw that he was carrying what looked like a bouquet of corn dogs.
"I like those things but not that much!" Sammi cried out in horror.
"Ten bucks and I'll hide you," Katie said with a mischievous grin while holding out her hand.
"Deal." Sammi slapped a ten dollar bill into her palm. Katie easily shoved her into a nearby bush. Leaves flew up into the air and settled back down behind the bush just as Carlos ran up. He jogged in place for a couple of seconds while turning his head around.
"Where'd she go?" Carlos asked.
"She went that way," Katie replied, pointing over her shoulder and shoving the money into her pocket. Carlos nodded and ran off, screaming the entire way. "Okay, the coast is clear," she hissed to Sammi who popped out from behind the bush with leaves in her hair. Katie checked to make sure the coast actually was clear when she let out a scream. "How…how'd you get there?" She asked, pointing.
"I ran," Mickey replied, doubling over and gasping for breath. "How else…could I get here…and feel like….I'm dying?" She panted, grasping at her chest.
"Mickey!" Sammi exclaimed while stepping out from behind the bush.
"Sammi?" Mickey questioned, looking up and taking in a very loud and long deep breath.
"Oh, twins," Katie said while snapping her fingers and nodding.
Mickey ignored her. "What're you doing in a bush?"
"Hiding from some guy carrying a corn dog bouquet," Sammi replied, taking the leaves out of her hair. "What're you running from?"
"Some insanely attractive guy who won't stop asking me out," Mickey explained.
"I'm sorry, you're objecting to an insanely attractive guy asking you out?" Mellie asked, slowing to a stop to join their circle. Katie's head whipped around from the three of them. "We're not triplets before you ask. We're quadruplets, actually. The last one just decided to disappear into thin air, apparently."
"Wait, there's four of you?" Katie asked in shock. Sammi, Mellie, and Mickey nodded in unison. "So if I do this…" She quickly reached out and punched Mellie hard on the shoulder. In turn, Mellie punched Mickey in the arm who grabbed it and let out a loud scream.
"I do that," Mellie replied with a laugh.
"You die!" Mickey growled before charging forward and tackling Mellie to the ground.
Sammi watched them with a bored expression on her face. Then she pulled out a nail file and began to file her nails while waiting for Mikayla and Melanie to let off some steam. "They do this a lot," she explained to Katie who looked on in great amusement. "Will you two stop so we can finally find Jazzie and then find Aunt Kelly?"
"Wait!" Katie cried out as Mellie and Mickey jumped to their feet. "Your aunt's name is Kelly?"
"Yes, why?"
"What's her last name?"
"Wainwright."
"Your aunt is Gustavo Rocque's assistant?" Katie cried out, throwing her arms into the air.
"Yes!" The three sisters replied in unison.
"Wait, how do you know her?" Mickey asked.
"She works with my brother's band, Big Time Rush," Katie replied. "You just met Carlos," she told Sammi. Then she turned to Mickey. "And I'm guessing you met James," she told him. "You must've said no to him if he's chasing you around trying to get you to say yes to a date."
"Wait, that James guy gave me a white rose thinking I was you," Mellie said to Mickey, pulling the rose out of her back pocket and handing it over.
"The scary part is that a white rose is my favorite flower," Mickey said while taking the flower and then, a second later, dropped it as if she had been scalded. "How'd you run into James?"
"He came into the school room where I can into Camille and some guy named Logan," Mellie explained.
"He's in the band too," Katie said while rubbing her chin. "With my brother Kendall."
"I met him as well," Mellie and Mickey said in unison.
"So…you've met all of Big Time Rush," Katie deduced slowly. "Well, in different ways. My guess, because they're boys and they're stupid, they think you're all the same person?" When the three girls nodded Katie let out a laugh. "Oh my gosh, this is better than reality TV! You can't find this stuff anywhere else!"
"I'm glad you find this highly amusing," Mickey said dryly. "Yeowch!" She screamed when Mellie suddenly slapped her on the arm. "If you do that again," she growled.
"This has Jazzie written all over it," Mellie explained. Sammi and Mickey gave each other looks before looking at Mellie. She sighed and rolled her eyes. She shifted the purple bracelet from one wrist to the other before talking. "Jazzie came here, right? It just occurred to me that Mr. Bitters freaked out on me as I was leaving the hotel, as if one of us had done something to him. Who can't resist tricking someone, especially Mr. Bitters?"
"Jazzie," Sammi and Mickey replied in unison, lifting their fingers.
"Right." Mellie nodded. "Reading the things I've read about Kendall online he can't pass up the chance to scheme. And Jazzie is a huge plotter. She loves to get a laugh at others' expense and if she tried anything on Bitters, you can be sure that she ran into Kendall."
"That and he thought I was her," Mellie pointed out.
"That too."
"So, what're we going to do?" Katie asked eagerly,
"'We'?" Sammi repeated. "Little girl, this is our problem."
"Not really a problem," Mellie said slowly while rubbing her chin. "More like…a great way for us to make another mark on L.A."
Mickey stared at her blankly. "You lost me," she uttered.
"What else is new?"
Sammi and Mickey elbowed Mellie in the ribs. "I think I get what she means, though," Sammi spoke up. "Why not let them…run with their own insanity and laugh at the end result?"
"Now you're talking my language!" Katie said with a large grin.
"I think she could become very useful," Mellie said with a smirk.
Jazzie made a face every time Gustavo hit a key on the piano. She scrunched up her nose from where she was sitting in the bubble chair that hung from a chain in the ceiling. Kelly stood by Gustavo with an annoyed expression on her face.
"Uncle Gustavo, I don't know nearly as much about music as you do, but I'm pretty sure people wouldn't want to hear an entire three minute and thirty second song about that one note," Jazzie commented.
"For the last time," Gustavo said slowly as he turned around, his eyes narrowing behind his shades. "I…am not…your UNCLE!" He exploded at her.
"Not with that blood pressure you're not," Jazzie commented with a laugh, lifting a spoonful of chocolate pudding to her mouth. "You gotta learn to relax. Eat some pudding." She lifted the bowl a bit, as if bringing more emphasis to it, and took a hearty bite. She closed her eyes and smiled while kicking her legs through the air.
"Tell me again why you aren't running around with the other spawns of Satan that just so happen to walk this Earth and plague me every summer?" Gustavo demanded.
Jazzie shrugged. "Because it's more fun bugging you," she replied. "Besides, it's only a matter of time before they realize that I'm not at the Palm Woods and they get here." As soon as those words left her mouth the whole room started to shake. She clenched her teeth on the spoon that she had just put in her mouth while her eyes widened. "Oh no," she muttered as soon as the spoon was out of her mouth.
"What's going on?" Kelly called over the noise, wobbling a little bit. "Is it an earthquake?"
"Aunt Kelly, you need to have us around more often," Jazzie sighed while wiping her mouth.
The door to the recording studio swung open and her sisters appeared in the doorway. Gustavo looked at them and started screaming something about there being "more of them" while Kelly tried to calm him down. "You!" Mellie, Sammi, and Mickey all yelled in unison while pointing at Jazzie who gulped loudly.
"Pudding!" Sammi added in an accusatory tone.
"You left us at the Palm Woods so I could be stalked by some psychotic—" Mickey started.
"Extremely attractive psychotic," Mellie jumped in.
"—extremely attractive psychotic guy that can't take 'no' for a freakin' answer?" Mickey finished.
"Ah, so you met James them," Jazzie noted, sticking her finger in the air. "And I'm guessing you met Logan," she added, pointing at Mellie, "and you Carlos," she finished, pointing at Sammi.
"While you've been sitting here eating chocolate pudding!" Sammi screeched. "GIMME SOME OF THAT!" She bellowed before charging at Jazzie. Jazzie let out a scream, jumped out of the chair, and started running around the room as fast as she could, holding the bowl of pudding close enough to her so she could protect it. Mellie and Mickey just watched in amusement as Gustavo rocked back and forth on the piano chair while muttering about therapy.
"I know how we can solve this problem!" Mickey said happily, pulling two umbrellas out of who knows where and grinned like a madman.
"No umbrella jousting!" Her sisters chorused with rolls of their eyes.
"You're no fun."
"HEY!" Gustavo finally yelled, silencing them all in an instant. "I already have the dogs to worry about; I don't need to worry about four clones either as well as this song that WON'T BE WRITTEN!"
"Erg! Uncle Gustavo, two words; breath mints," Mellie said while waving her hand in front of her face. Then she ran over to her aunt and gave her a big hug. "How do you survive with this brute?" She asked while sticking her tongue out at Gustavo. He, childishly, returned the gesture. "I'm surprised you don't have gray hair yet."
"Hey, I'm not that old," Kelly grumbled. "So, you've met the band already?" She questioned, thinking back to what Jazzie had said.
"Yes, because we were pawns in Jazzie's little scheme," Sammi replied from where she was holding her sister in a headlock.
"I just thought it would be fun to mess with their heads! We fool people at our school just from walking to classes! I thought it would be fun to fool them too," Jazzie gasped while trying to get Sammi to let her go.
"Right, because its fun being chased around by some crazy girl named Mercedes and have random guys kiss you," Mellie said while throwing her arms into the air. She paused and reconsidered, "Well, the kissing part wasn't necessarily a bad thing."
"Y'see? I spiced up your day! You all should be thanking me," Jazzie said while rubbing her neck as soon as Sammi let her go.
"Oh, yes, because I really missed having a migraine every day," Gustavo said while throwing his arms into the air.
"You do that by yourself from yelling so much," Sammi pointed out. "You need to learn to chill."
"I AM CHILL!" Gustavo shouted, causing the girls in the room to jump. "I have four dogs that I need to watch over and make into a band that's taken seriously. I have four harpies that always scheme to make the summer the worst summer of my life! And, I have a song, THAT DOESN'T WANT TO BE WRITTEN!"
All was silent until Mickey spoke up and said, "…maybe the words are scared of forming a song because you'd yell at it?"
Gustavo's body tensed up while the room around them started to shake again. "Oh no," Kelly said while trying to regain her balance. "Quick, girls! Out, out, out!" She ordered while swinging her arm at the door as if directing air traffic.
The quads quickly ran out of the room and into the hall. Kelly shut the door behind them right as Gustavo let out a very loud yell. They clasped their hands over their ears and pressed down hard to block out the sound but to no avail.
"I should've told you he's in a bad mood today," Kelly sighed while lowering her hands.
"Today?" Her nieces asked in unison while putting their hands on her hips.
Kelly laughed. "I'll never get tired of that," she sighed.
"Anyway, how much do you want to bet it'll take those boys at least a day to figure out that there's four of us?" Jazzie asked, lifting her eyebrows in excitement.
"Can't I just tell them about you four? They're bound to find out eventually," Kelly pointed out.
"Where's the fun in that?" Mellie asked. "I give them the rest of today. Five bucks."
"Five bucks that they find out tomorrow," Jazzie countered.
"Two days," Sammi said.
Mickey crossed her arms over her chest. "A week," she declared.
"A week?" The other girls replied in unison.
Mickey shrugged. "They're boys!"
Kendall paced the apartment so much he was surprised he hadn't worn a hole in the floor. He couldn't get Jazzie out of his mind. The problem was, he couldn't get Jo out of it either. They had broken up. He let her go so she could chase her dreams in New Zealand. They weren't together anymore. So why did he feel so guilty about talking to Jazzie? She was a breath a fresh air to him, someone new. Someone like him but…different at the same time. How? He didn't know, but that's it. He wanted to know more about her. It was starting to drive him crazy.
"Kendall!" James practically screamed as he entered the apartment. He grasped Kendall by the shoulders and started to shake him, his eyes wide and wild. "I need a plan and I need it now!" His voice deepened in a menacing way on the last word that it reminded Kendall of Darth Vader, just without the obnoxious breathing sounds.
"Did a bee fly into your jeans?" Kendall asked, knocking James's hands away.
"No! I met this girl and asked her out and she said no." He then started to laugh a sort of crazy laugh. "Can you believe it? A girl said no to me. No one ever turns down a date with me. I'm James Diamond!"
"Your track record had to be broken one day. Today's that day. You should be celebrating," Kendall said with a smirk while patting James on the arm.
The door burst open again and Logan and Carlos ran in. The other boys lifted their eyebrows as the the large corn dog bouquet that Carlos was holding. "You met the girl of your dreams too?" Kendall, James, and Logan all asked in unison.
"You bet! She likes corn dogs and she played field hockey. How much more perfect can one girl get?" Carlos sighed.
"Wait a minute, girl of your dreams? What about Camille?" James asked Logan.
"Well, one can only be on-again-off-again so many times before you don't want to feel like a yo-yo anymore," Logan said with a shrug. "What about you and Jo?"
"She's in New Zealand. We broke up. It's not like we're still exclusive or anything," Kendall replied with a wave of his hand. "She's all the way over there and I'm all the way over here."
"So, anyway, Kendall, plan?" James asked, rubbing his hands together.
"What are you guys scheming about now?" Katie asked while walking into the apartment with Mrs. Knight in tow. They had grocery bags in their hands.
Kendall rushed over and took the bags from his mother, pausing to drop a kiss on her cheek before setting them bags down onto the counter. "We're trying to find these elusive girls. They're around the Palm Woods somewhere," he replied.
Katie bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. This was just too entertaining to her. Watching the boys go crazy over who they thought was one girl, and the same girl at that, was better than cable to her. She knew she'd have to spill the secret eventually, but who says she had to tell them now? Besides, if they were smart, they'd tell each other the name of the girls they've met and that'd solve their problems, if only for a little bit. She ducked under the counter in the kitchen and popped back up with a bucket of popcorn.
"So, Kendall, do you have a plan?" Carlos asked.
"You bet I do," Kendall replied. He disappeared into the bedroom he shared with Logan and came back out with a large, rolling whiteboard. Now he was dressed in a dark green t-shirt with matching green camouflage pants. "It's called Operation: Get the Girl."
"Hmm, can we knock Logan out of this Operation considering he kissed my dream girl?" James demanded.
"James, you always get the girl!" Logan protested. "Give the rest of us a chance."
"It's not my fault I was born with these good looks," James said with a grin while whipping out his little mirror to study himself in the mirror. "She just hasn't realized it yet. But she will!"
Katie rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well give them a bit of information. "Hey, idiots, why did you happen to catch their names?" She asked.
"Katie, don't call them idiots," Mrs. Knight scolded while putting away the groceries.
"But they are!" Katie protested. Mrs. Knight shrugged and went back to what she was doing. "So, names anyone?"
"Her name's Sammi," Carlos sighed, looking up at the ceiling in a dreamy state. "Isn't that just a cute name?"
"I met a girl named Jasmine," Kendall replied. "And you two?" He questioned James and Logan. Logan said Melanie the same time James said Mickey and Kendall smiled triumphantly. "See, it's not the same girl so James you can stop accusing Logan."
"But they looked alike," James muttered.
Logan then grinned and rubbed his hands together. "Must be twins, James."
Katie snorted. They had no idea.
I'm so glad you all are enjoying this story. The next chapter will either be the last one or the second to last one.
I have a bunch of ideas floating around so I may make this into a longer story, it all depends. Please read and review.
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~C.M.