Lol, well, I'm glad that most of you aren't getting pissed at me for adding in my lomille drama…ha, writinggames, sorry for being mean to ur favorite…honestly, I LOVE Logan, and I LOVE Camille, but for some unknown reason I hate Lomille…and since Camille is my favorite girl character, Logan has to be the villain =D
As promised, here is some Kendall/Lucy again.
I stalked into the lobby, muttering darkly under my breath, a scowl taking over my facial features and probably making me look like a crazy woman. Teens pulled their friends out of the way of my path of wrath. As I stormed past the front desk, I purposely swatted at the pink roses and vase placed innocently beside the computer; the vase crashed to the floor and glass chips scattered everywhere. Mr. Bitters watched wide-eyed, not opening his fat mouth until I had passed.
"Hey you!" he sounded pissed, but I was too infuriated to deal with him.
"F*** off!" I turned around and gave him the finger before continuing toward my apartment. Now, I know that this will come back to haunt me later…but at the moment, I could've cared less about dumb old Bitters.
I don't know if he was afraid of me, or if he had just never been flipped off by a rentee and didn't know how to react, but he didn't chastise me, or follow me, or even call security to have me escorted out of the building. No, I was left to stampede in peace…until the elevator dinged right before I reached it and the boys stepped out, laughing and joking…then halting abruptly when they saw me with my flaring eyes and my I-could-seriously-kill-someone-right-now face.
"Hey, Lucy, are you-" James began to say, though I pushed right by him, bumping hard into Logan and Carlos's shoulders on purpose, and glared at them as the elevator shut and I began going up. "Okay." I heard James finish before the doors closed.
I reached my level and was about to stomp to my room…when the doors opened and Big Time Rush was standing in front of me. From the way they were huffing and puffing, I assumed they had climbed the steps to meet me here. Assholes…can't they see I want to be left alone?
"You know that really hurt?" Logan and Carlos were rubbing their shoulders with pouting faces.
"You want something else to hurt?" They all shook their heads. "If not, get out of my way."
They obeyed, and I thought I had gotten rid of them, until I heard their footsteps scampering after me. "If you need to talk, we're just downstairs!" Carlos called.
"Doubt it!" I fired back, slamming the door in their faces.
As I crossed my apartment to grab my guitar to release some steam, I stubbed my toe on my coffee table, which released a string of curses that I will choose not to release to the public. Once my foot had ceased throbbing, I sat on the couch and strummed my guitar in a fury of chords and notes and hardcore rock. This was how I always relaxed-my parents would always know when something was up because I would be furiously playing my guitar for an hour or more straight. These weren't songwriting moments-these moments were simply for letting the rock music into my soul, to sooth whatever strings had been bent.
Or some other crap like that.
About two hours later I put my guitar down. I had calmed down enough (or it was just the fact that my fingers were red and indented from holding down the guitar strings-I've been playing so long this usually doesn't happen anymore, but I was pressing too hard and was in some serious rage) to realize I was starving after spending the day going from recording studio to recording studio, trying to land a contract or even a chance to sing for someone…and being shot down every time.
Well, all my Ramen was gone, and I had managed to pickpocket $20 from the mean security guard I 'met' today, so I headed out the door to get something from this sweet little café I had seen through my blind rage earlier. Once again, upon reaching the elevator, I was met by Big Time Rush.
"Do you guys like, LIVE in the elevator?" I asked harshly.
"She's calmer. That's a good sign." Logan observed.
"Are you kidding me?" James whispered loudly. "She's totally hot when she's on a rampage."
"You realize I can hear you?" I glared at James, but I my spirits were slowly lifting. These innocent boys were pretty funny (not to mention easy to mess with), and it was refreshing to have guy friends who didn't dye their hair black and spend their weekends getting high in alleyways. "And don't you guys have anything better to do than pester me every second of the day?" Not that I totally mind.
"We weren't coming up to see you." Kendall replied defiantly.
"Mmm-hmm. Whatcha got there Carlos?"
"It's some wings that we were bringing up for you!"
"CARLOS!" They all shouted, elbowing and slapping Carlos on the back.
I smirked. "Actually, I was just going out to eat, but since you came all the way up here just for me," I paused, batting my eyelashes, directing my comment at Kendall, who gave me a glare, "then I'd love some wings. If you guys go grab me a soda and candy from the vending machine, you can come and sit with me in the park and eat."
"OKAY!" Carlos and James sped off. Logan and Kendall lingered for an extra moment or two, wondering if they were being dooped (cause they were), then shrugged, not seeming to care, and ran after their friends.
Boys.
"So why were you so angry earlier?" Kendall questioned as we sat down and ate in the park.
"Cause I had a shitty day, obviously."
"I was hoping for something more specific." Kendall retorted.
"Well, let's see, I walked all over L.A. from studio to studio, trying to find a job…and no one even wanted to hear me play or see me! I mean, I even brought my Demo CD, and offered to just leave it with them, but NO! Apparently I'm not good enough for them!"
"Welcome to L.A." Logan replied flatly. He was right of course-I knew that finding a gig here wasn't going to be easy, but, well….I get mad pretty easily. And I wasn't about to let Logan's comment go unchecked.
"That's easy for you to say." I answered calmly. "You guys already had a gig when you got here. Plus you have parents that can pay for everything. I don't have either of these things." All the boys muttered in agreement. "And, if I can't find someone to sign me on as an artist soon, my savings will run out and I'll have to get…." I paused for a dramatic effect. "A real job."
All the boys gasped, which was more dramatic than I expected. "Been there….kind of done that." Kendall smiled.
"Well, can't you get any money from your parents?" Carlos asked curiously.
"Hmm, that would be a big no."
"Why not?" Carlos asked, though James, Logan and Kendall looked uneasy about my answer, as if they knew what was coming.
"Because I hate my parents. And they hate me." It was true. Ever since I was ten and had started dying my hair crazy colors and dating guys who wore make-up, they hadn't wanted anything to do with me. Which was perfectly fine by me.
"Yeah, but I mean…they would give you money if you asked, right?" Carlos continued. I had to admit, if I had had supportive parents, he might be right. But they had never supported my dreams of becoming a rock star; they were signing me up for ballet when I wanted guitar lessons, buying me cutesy charm bracelets for my birthday and Christmas when I would have made more use of metallic nail polish or hair dye or a leather jacket….the works.
They didn't even know that I was coming to L.A. until, well, I was already on my way. Hmm, L.A., way…unintentional rhyming there, maybe I could use this in one of my next songs?
Uh, anyway, I had used what money I had made working at the local Walgreens (hey, it was that or the Yo-Yo-Yogurt shop) to buy my ticket. I packed my suitcase and left one day while they were both at work, though of course I left a note to explain my absence.
And now I was here.
I shook my head to answer Carlos's question. "I'm on my own out here. Of course, it's a lot better that way."
"So you don't talk to them at all?" What was so hard about this concept of a mutual hate relationship between my parents and I that Carlos had to keep asking dumb questions?
I snickered. "Dude, I'm 18. If I don't want to talk to my parents, I don't have to. And honestly, I really don't want to."
SO yeah…I bet you guys liked all that Lendall fluff, right? XD (and until it becomes apparent to whether their couple name is Kucy or Lendell or whatever, that is the name I shall use =D). Yeah, I wanted to get some in this chapter, but it just didn't fit…hopefully there will be some next chapter =D Haha, get the reference to Big Time Jobs? Get it? Did ya?
NOTE: Though it seems that Lucy will be cursing a lot, I DO NOT APPROVE OF CURSING. It's just her character! Ya'know…just so ya know =D