A lot of you enjoy this story! And by a lot of you, I mean the three people that are reviewing. Yeah.
Aaanyways…I hope you like this chapter! It will be typed as I listen to Elevate and B.T.R.! Fun fact: I love every single song the guys have written, but out of both albums, I have a preference for Nothing Even Matters. Dunno if my current Logan obsession has anything to do with it or not!
"Rachel?" I whispered to myself.
"Miss. Shard, did you see the incident that occurred?" Mrs. Darlene questioned.
"Yes, and Laliane is telling the truth, Caroline told what happened to Lalaine to save herself from getting in trouble. Caroline's the one who should receive punishment," Rachel answered with a straight face that showed no sign of her being biased.
"Well, Miss. Charles, I believe you'll be receiving detention for two days for lying, two days for doing what you did to Miss. Michaels, and another two days for bullying Miss. Jackson; I overheard your conversation," Mrs. Darlene gave Caroline her punishment and led her to the detention room in the office. Caroline slowly trailed behind, turning around and mouthing, "You'll regret this," with a malicious smirk on her face.
"Two more days for planning revenge!" Mrs. Darlene called out. Oh, how I love being friends with the teachers.
I gathered my things and headed over towards where Rachel was sitting.
"Why did you defend me if you hate me so much?" I interrogated.
"I don't hate you, I hate the fact that you don't like Big Time Rush. I overreacted about that, and I'm sorry," Rachel apologized.
"I accept your apology."
"So, um, I don't know what to talk about," Rachel stated.
"If you wanna talk about Big Time Rush, go ahead, I'm going to have to get used to them sooner or later," I compromised.
"Thank you! Okay, so if you had to choose a favorite, who would it be?" Rachel asked me.
"I guess Logan," I answered.
"Good! Nobody gets Kendall but me!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Okay, okay, I'll let you have Kendall," I agreed, sticking my hands up as if to say that I was backing off.
Ding dong, ding dong! Ding dong, ding dong!
The bell rang and the teacher that had taken over Mrs. Darlene's position had dismissed the area of the bleachers that Rachel and I had been sitting at. Rachel and I had a slow, quiet walk to the lockers, but after that, things seemed to get a lot louder. It was going to be a long day.
…*…*…*At Lalaine's house after school…*…*…*
I slid my backpack off my shoulder and threw it on the ground by the door. I kicked off my shoes, walked the short distance to my room, and tossed them into my room. Mom wasn't home yet and she wasn't going to be for at least two more hours. I grabbed a personal vegetable platter and a tall, chilled bottle of apple juice out of the fridge. I headed to my room with my snack and grabbed my laptop. I opened my laptop, put in the password that I had created, and continued reading the article I had started that morning. Once I finished reading, I looked up Big Time Rush's official website. One of the tabs I could choose was tour dates. I saw that they were going to be coming to my city in California very soon. I clicked on the date and saw that they would be playing from six to eight. I looked up how much tickets cost and was surprised at the price.
Two hundred fifty dollars. Per person. I couldn't afford that, I only have twenty dollars saved from Christmas. I don't think my mom would be willing to pay all that money, either. Looks like I'm going to have to start finding a babysitting job.
...*…*…*Two hours later…*…*…*
I heard the door click shut and I instantly knew my mom was home.
"Mom!" I called out, running out of my room and into the living room.
"Lalaine!" my mom mocked.
"Mom, this is serious business. I need to ask you a serious question that deals with finance and-" my mom cut me off.
"I'm not giving you money!"
"But technically, you're not giving me money, you'd be giving Rachel and her mother money!" I argued. "C'mon Mom, Rachel's birthday is coming up and I want to get her and her mom tickets to a Big Time Rush concert. She really loves them, and it'd be the perfect present!"
"As convincing as that is, I'm sticking to no. Lalaine, the days of me giving you money are over. You need to learn responsibility. Maybe you should find a babysitting job. I heard Mrs. Renfrow needs a babysitter for Kaylie and Lance every Saturday. She pays twenty dollars an hour. Per child. Maybe you should go tell her you're up for the position," Mom suggested.
"Fine, I'll be right back." I left the house and walked to Mrs. Renfrow's house at the end of the block. I rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Renfrow to answer. After about a minute, she cracked open the door, showing herself in a white, flowy, short-sleeved shirt, gray skinny jeans, and a peach and green scarf.
"Hello, Lalaine," Mrs. Renfrow greeted.
"Hi, Mrs. Renfrow. My mother informed me that you need someone to watch Kaylie and Lance on Saturdays. I'd like to know if you've found anyone to fulfill that position," I stated, trying to look as responsible as I could.
"No, I haven't found anyone to, as you would say, fulfill that position. Would you like to take up the babysitting job?" Mrs. Renfrow asked, a smile across her face. She was obviously impressed.
"Yes, yes I would. Today's Thursday, so I'll be here in two days. What time would you like for me to arrive?"
"Is six o'clock good for you?"
"Absolutely," I answered.
"Alright then, I will see you on Saturday, Lalaine."
"You too!"
Mrs. Renfrow closed the door and I quietly walked back home. Once I stepped onto the porch I did my victory dance after I checked to be sure no one was watching. I stepped back inside my home and ran to my mother.
"Guess who has a babysitting job this Saturday?"
"Haley!" my mom answered, referring to the six-year-old girl across the street.
"I didn't know my mother was a comedian," I commented with a straight face. "I do! I'm babysitting Kaylie and Lance Saturday! I have to be at Mrs. Renfrow's house by six."
"Sounds like a plan."
"I'm so glad I thought of babysitting Mrs. Renfrow's kids!" I exclaimed, taking credit for my mother's idea, then proceeding to run into my room.
I got back on my laptop and started researching Big Time Rush some more. Not for my enjoyment, but for Rachel's birthday present. I planned on drawing her with the guys surrounding her, James being super close to her. I pulled out a sheet of printer paper from my printer on my bookshelf near my window seat. I started off by drawing Rachel in the middle with her eyes pushed close in excitement and her mouth open wide like she was screaming. Her outfit consisted of a white, long-sleeved shirt with a pink, red, and purple plaid shirt on the top. She was also wearing a knee-length jean skirt and silver flats. After I finished drawing Rachel, I moved onto James. He was holding onto Rachel's right shoulder, smiling. He was wearing a blue, short-sleeved shirt with a black vest, a pair of gray-ish jeans, and sneakers. Once James was completed I drew Logan. He had his arm resting on Rachel's left shoulder, his head leaned towards Rach. He was grinning widely. His outfit that I drew was of a red, short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and converse. I started on Kendall when I completed Logan. He was out from behind Logan, a smile plastered onto his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a gray button-up on top, black jeans, and black Vans. The last person I had to draw was Carlos who was kneeled down in front of James with his eyes pushed closed like Rach's and smiling wide. He was wearing a half-sleeved blue shirt, a black vest, gray tinted jeans, and black and blue sneakers. The last thing I did was color in the background with a purple crayon. I held the picture out in front of me. Not bad considering it had taken me twenty-five minutes to draw it. I flipped it over and wrote, "Happy birthday, Rach!" on the back. I put the piece of art in a folder that contained all my drawings. I wasn't going to need that drawing out for another week.
Since I had four hours until I had to go to bed, I decided to pull out my phone and call Rachel to see what was up. I went to my contacts, touched Rachel's name, and was immediately taken to the screen that showed I was trying to contact Rach.
"Hello?" Rach greeted, although it sounded more like a question.
"Hey!"
"Oh, Lalaine, what's up?"
"No much, just wanted to see what was up with you," I answered.
"Um, can I call you back? I'm out with my family at my favorite restaurant for an early birthday dinner. You're lucky I'm in the bathroom!" Rachel explained.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I apologized.
"It's alright, here, I'll call you once I'm home," Rach compromised.
"Sounds good," I agreed.
"Bye."
"Bye," and with that, I hung up.
"Well, that killed five minutes of my time. Looks like I'm going to have to do something else. The question is, though, what can I do?" I asked myself.
I decided to go to my iJams playlist and turn my laptop's volume up all the way. That background noise soon turned into a dance party for one. Once I got tired of, "dancing," I decided to get ready for Friday a bit early. Once I pulled together my outfit (nothing special,) I organized my mess of a closet. Instead of binders, headbands, and random pieces of paper and stuffed animals everywhere, there were two binders underneath a zebra print box containing my curling iron, flat iron, and massive amount of nail polish. The random paper was sorted into keep and trash piles, and the keep pile went to where all my blank pieces of paper go. The headbands went in the bag with my other headbands and were set on top of my hair barrette box. Lastly, the stuffed animals were put on top of a box on the floor in the closet. I couldn't find a real home for them.
"Two and a half hours until I have to go to bed. I should probably change my sheets." I then proceeded to change my sheets from the current pair of floral sheets to another pair of floral sheets. I don't even like flowers all that much, I guess that's what you get when you don't say what kind of sheets you want and just agree with your mom.
"Two hours and twenty minutes," I commented to myself, pulling my hair up into a ponytail. "I kinda wanna draw some more." I then went to my pile of paper and drew three pictures of drawings that I wanted to redraw myself. I've been training myself to draw a certain type of person, so I've been finding drawings of the type of people I want to draw and recreating them. It wasn't until then that I knew I had artistic talent.
"One hour and fifty minutes."
Uh oh, oh, oh, oh
I dashed towards my bed and flopped on it once I was at a reasonable distance once I heard my ringtone. Yes, my ringtone is Big Time Rush's song, and I guess that means I like them, but only a smidge.
"Hello!" I greeted in a sing-song voice.
"Hey there!" Rachel greeted back.
"How was the early birthday dinner?" I asked.
"Fantastical!" Rach replied, using a words she'd made up in first grade. "How has your night been?"
"Boring as ever. There's practically nothing to do on Thursday nights, Friday nights are better."
"So true!"
"Rach, I have something to confess."
"What?"
"I…I do like Big Time Rush."
I'm sorry, I just love cliffhangers!
Fun Facts
1. I started writing this on Friday night, then I closed it out because it got a little busy in the FanFiction world
2. I proofread this before I started writing again, and I realized that I said Caroline had taken Rachel's side of the story instead of Lalaine's!
3. I started going on a childhood television spree before writing again
4. I started these in a different tab so I wouldn't have to keep going back in the story
5. I did the hands sticking up thing to see how I would describe it
6. I thought Lalaine's snack should be milk and cookies, then I realized that was unhealthy, so I changed it
7. I had to think of something else for Lalaine to do, so I thought of what I do when it comes to BTR on the Internet
8. I pulled up a U.S. map and hovered my finger over a state to decide where Lalaine lived.
9. Lalaine first lived in Canada
10. I thought it would be nice to have Lalaine try to get Rachel BTR tickets for her birthday
11. I didn't originally plan on having Lalaine get tickets to a BTR concert for Rachel
12. The link to Mrs. Renfrow's outfit is in my bio
13. I'd like if someone drew me with the guys, so I might have to draw it myself
14. Rachel's, James', Logan's, Carlos', and Kendall's outfits are in my bio. For Rachel's outfit, it's a mix-and-match with the shoes, and you have to imagine the jean skirt at knee-length
15. I wanted to describe Logan as leaning in to kiss Rachel on the cheek, but Rachel likes James the most, so it took me a while to think of a position for Logan to be in
16. Did you guys know that James' name was Kendall Schmidt? When I looked up Kendall to find his outfit, a picture of James popped up
17. I took a break to clean up, be crafty, and watch Big Time Move for the third time
18. iJams is a parody of a certain music playing…thing
19. When I was describing how Lalaine cleaned her room, I described what I did
20. A certain person (BTRlover98) was FREAKING OUT over the fact the Lalaine kept denying that she liked BTR, so I finally had her admit it
21. It took me basically the whole day to finish this chapter up
22. This whole thing is over six pages long
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! And I'm sorry for the long-ish wait.
Until next time, lovely readers of mine! :]