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Summary: Chiara Garcia is Carlos' twin sister, who comes to stay with him at the Palm Woods. Watch everything go topsy turvy as Chiara tries to prove to everyone that she can be as fun and hyper as her brother, who on the other hand refuses to be outshown. Chaos ensues as brother and sister fight. Will everything work out between them?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush, in any way shape or form. Chiara Garcia is of my own creation, and in no way a part of the band, tv show, etc.
Chiara POV
"So, Chiara, how long are you staying for?" Jo asked, sipping on a smoothie.
I shrugged. "Probably around a week or so."
"So, how come Carlos has never mentioned you before?" Camille asked. "I mean, you two are twins. You practically spent nine months glued together."
I shuddered at the mental image Camille provoked. I took a deep breath before regaining my composure. "Well, I think it has something to do with the fact that he has a strong dislike for me. Actually, scratch that. He hates me."
Jo looked surprised, as did Camille. "Well, that's new. The whole time we've known Carlos, we didn't think he'd be the type to hate someone, much less his own flesh and blood."
I sipped on my smoothie before replying. "I don't know, really. Actually, my whole life, since we were five, Carlos has always hated me. I don't know his reasons, but he has made it quite clear to me that he has no intention of even acknowledging me as his sister."
"Ouch. That's gotta hurt." Camille said. "If my brother hated me, I don't think I can live with it."
"Meh. You get used to it." I said, sipping up the rest of my smoothie. I stretched my long legs on the chair, causing quite a few heads to turn.
"You look really pretty." Jo remarked. "I mean, really, really pretty."
I smiled. "Thanks. It's the first time someone actually told me that."
Jo smiled back, before leaning back on one of the chairs, putting her sunglasses on. "No problemo, amigo."
Camille looked at her watch and back at me and said: "I better go. I have an audition to attend to."
"Good luck!" I called out to her. "Thanks!" She replied.
My stomach rumbled suddenly, causing Jo to giggle. "You haven't eaten breakfast yet, huh?"
I grinned sheepishly. "Hey, I was excited. I wanted to see this place, you know?"
"Everyone's always like that." Jo replied. "I was excited too, when I first came here to the Palm Woods. This is where I met Kendall, actually."
I smiled. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. He's pretty cute, but my mom told me career first before boyfriends."
I frowned. "That's gotta suck. I mean, my mama wants me to have a boyfriend when I'm ready."
Jo sighed. "I wish my mom didn't push me so hard. So, has anyone caught your eye yet?" She asked, grinning at me.
I froze. I had no idea what to say to that. I mean, I haven't known Jo for like five minutes, and she's asking me who I have a crush on? Doesn't that violate any sort of unwritten rule? I'm sure it does.
"Well?" She asked.
"I'd rather not say. I mean, I haven't known you for five minutes." I replied. "I hope you respect that."
She smiled. "It's cool. But hey, don't go crushing on Kendall now." She said, looking threatening. I laughed.
"Don't worry. Me and Kendall? So not happening." I replied. "Well, I guess I better go. Don't want Mrs. Knight to be pissed."
"See you later, Chiara!" Jo called out, before leaning back again on the chairs.
I skateboarded to the elevator and waited for it to open. I frowned for a moment, because something didn't feel right. I looked around, but no one was looking suspicious. I simply shrugged off the feeling, wondering if it was some sort of reaction to being close proximity to my obnoxious twin brother again. When he moved to Los Angles, I nearly threw a celebratory party. For me, that is.
Suddenly, someone grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. I struggled for a minute before I found myself staring at Carlos' deep brown eyes. I scowled.
"What do you want, brother?"
He spat. "Don't call me brother. And let me get one thing straight, Chiara. L.A is my turf. Don't you go one-upping me, got that?"
I shoved him and he staggered a bit. "Then I guess you have some competition, mi hermano."
The elevator doors whooshed open as I stepped inside. "Meet your worst nightmare."
And with that, the doors closed. The last thing I saw was Carlos looking ready to kill.
Carlos POV
Oh she is going down. Down, I tell you, down!
When I moved away from Minnesota, I thought I was free from her at last. I thought that she was finally out of my life. And, for awhile, I actually believed it. The dreams stopped, and I almost came this close to forgetting her. But, sadly, fate had twisted and diabolical plans for me.
My mama called me at like five-thirty in the morning. I thought it was major news since she woke me up at a time where I hated to be woken up. When she told me Chiara will be staying at the Palm Woods for awhile since she and papa are going to Costa Rica for some business, I was surprised, to say the least. It took me a few seconds to recall who Chiara was, then I exploded at mama. It was a miracle James slept through that. But when my mama promised me she'd buy me new hockey skates if I could put up with her for just a week, I agreed, albeit reluctantly.
And now, she's here, stealing my thunder. I refuse to be one-upped by my own sister, who, my whole life was praised, while I was being reprimanded. Sure, I hated her for the dreams she gave me, and that hatred grew as she was constantly praised for her neatness, her composure, and her brains. I was always being compared. I was the reckless one, the immature twin.
"Carlos?" I looked up to see Stephanie, looking at me concerned. "Are you alright?"
I nodded. "I'm fine. Thanks for the concern, Steph."
"Are you sure? Because just a minute ago, you were looking ready to kill someone." She said, sitting beside me. I tensed. "Carlos, what's wrong?"
I gritted through my teeth. "My sister."
To say she was surprised was an understatement. "Your sister? You have a sister?"
I nodded. "Sadly, I do. Twin, actually."
"You never said you had a sister." Stephanie said, looking truly shocked. "What's wrong with your sister?"
I sighed, rubbing my face. "Steph, you can keep a secret, right?" She nodded. "Look, my sister and I aren't exactly best friends forever. My whole life, I was being compared to her. And now, she's trying to one-up me in one thing that makes me different from her."
"It doesn't look like that's the only reason why you somehow dislike her." Stephanie said. Damn, she was good. "What's the other one?"
"If I tell you, would you promise not to tell anyone?" I asked.
"Sure."
I sighed, again, and narrated my story. She listened patiently, nodding at the right spots, and inserting a random "Oh my.." when appropriate. When I finished, she looked at me with a calculating gleam in her eye. I looked at her for any possible reaction.
"From what you told me, it looks like you still care about her. Seeing her dead in your dreams is possibly no coincidence. You care about her, and hate to see her dead. But you hate her for the dreams." She said. "Am I right?"
"I don't know, Steph." I said.
I stood up and left, leaving Stephanie with a shocked look on her face.
I don't know...
A/N: Hey guys! I'm sorry, but I had to twist Carlos' character there for a moment. He's supposed to hate Chiara, so yeah...did I overdo it?
Reviews are appreciated! Thank you!
