Author's Note:
I felt like being nice and posting two chapters within one hour. Although, at least a third of this chapter is song lyrics... Enjoy anyway! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the song "Half Of My Heart" by John Mayer.
Carlos's POV
When I first saw Jessie Mays, I thought we were done. We were going to get kicked out of the Palm Woods, Gustavo would get so mad he would cancel our album, and we would have to go back to Minnesota.
The smoothie wasn't even that good.
She was tall, had a very scary, stern look on her face, and was wearing a professional Palm Woods suit. Bitters was following her, but instead of looking smug like I thought he would, he seemed scared like me.
"Which one of you is Carlos Pena?" she asked. I wimpered and slowly raised my hand.
"Mr. Pena," she said. I slapped on my helmet and braced myself. "I am sorry for Mr. Bitters inappropriate behavior." Wait did she say Mr. Bitters inappropriate behavior?
"You and your friends' unecessary charges" - she shot a mean look to Bitters - "have been lifted. On behalf of the Palm Woods Company, we give you a month of complimentary breakfasts. We are sorry for the inconvience." She gave Bitters another glare.
"W-Wait... We're not in trouble?" I stammered.
"Of course you aren't. Mr. Bitters has no right to punish you through labor, especially under these circumstances."
The guys and I cheered. Bitters was in trouble, we didn't have to wash windows, and Gustavo might not kill us!
"You can go now. Have a nice day."
The guys and I rushed outside the apartment. We hopped in the limo that was shockingly still waiting for us.
"It's only 8:45! Well get there by nine and only be a half an hour late!" Logan cried.
"Only half an hour? We're dead," James moaned.
"At least we didn't completely skip today's session," Kendall said.
"Maybe Gustavo won't realize we're late," I said.
Everyone looked at me like I was crazy.
"Gustavo has been in there for the past two days," Kelly said. "I wouldn't be surprised if didn't even realize you're late."
I gave the guys a "told-you-so" look.
"What has he been doing in there for the past two days?" Kendall asked, pointing at the shut door to the studio, where we hear Gustavo pounding on piano keys.
"Trying to write a slow love song for Griffin," Kelly explained. "His deadline is less than a week. I thought he would be done by now, and you guys would be able to record today, but..." She was cut off by the sound of a large slam and a couple of piano notes. It sounded as though Gustavo was destroying the piano.
"I better go check on him," Kelly said bravely. I offered her my helmet. She thought about it for awhile, then evantually took it. "Just in case."
She opened the door carefully. Once it was fully open, Gustavo appeared in doorway suddenly, causing us to scream a little.
"YOU DOGS ARE LATE!" he yelled.
"Gustavo!" Kelly screamed. "Dot yell at them! Besides, your song is late."
Gustavo then did one of the weirdest things ever. He started crying. Well, crying probably isn't the right word. He starting a wailing loudly and dropped his head on Kelly's shoulder.
Kelly mouthed, "You can go home."
We were out the door before she finished the word "home."
Charlotte's POV
By the time I got back to the Palm Woods, I had my entire song figured out.
Today's walk (which was twice as long as it usually is) involved me thinking about the Big Time Rush boys. I had watched as Jessie told them they were off the hook. I felt like I had an obession over them now, but then part of me (the common sense part) said I was being stupid and I didn't even know them.
"Half Of My Heart" was the title of my song.
Half of my heart loved those boys like brothers, the other half had no idea who they were. It was crazy. I felt like I was going mental but part of me loved it.
I rushed up to my room and got in the guitar, hurried to write down the lyrics I had written on my walk before I forgotten them. In end, I got...
I was born in the arms of imaginary friends
Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been
Then you come on crashing in, like the realest thing
Try my best to understand all that your love can bring
Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep
loving you
Oh, with half of my heart
I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else
Made a plan, stay the man who could only love himself
Lonely was the song I sang till the day you came
Showing me another way and all that my love can bring
Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation
Half of my heart takes time
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that I can't keep
loving you
Oh, with half of my heart
With Half of my heart
Your faith is strong, but I can only fall short for so long
Down the road, later on, you will hate that I never gave more to you
than half of my heart
But I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you with half of my heart
Half of my heart's got a real good imagination
Half of my heart's got you
Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart
won't do
Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring
Half of my heart is the part of man who's never truely loved anything
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
Half of my heart
I have never been so pleased with one of my songs.