WHOA! I got review after review on the last chapter! I enjoyed that a lot. It brightened my morning.
The last chapter was intense, so I'll try to cool it down this time, but no promises :)
Italics usually show what Lalaine's thinking.
…*…*…*Saturday morning…*…*…*
I woke up at nine in the morning, threw my sheets off me, and ran to my closet to get dressed. I had completely forgotten about last night's…incident, and was ready to start today, the day I had to watch Mrs. Renfrow's kids. Today was the day I would, hopefully, get all the money needed for Rachel's tickets.
"The passes!" I screeched.
I ran out of my room and into my mom's, only to see that she was just now rubbing her eyes.
"Mom, Mom, Mom!" I grabbed her by her shoulders and began shaking her.
"Daughter, daughter, daughter!"
"The passes! The backstage passes! Where are they? This is a big deal! What if they've given them to some other listener and totally forgot about me?"
"Chill! I picked them up yesterday after work. Check my purse if you want them," my mom informed me, climbing out of bed.
"Thank you!"
I ran into the kitchen and slid across the floor, skidding to a stop in front of the counter where my mom's purse was at. I searched through all the pockets until I finally found them. When I grabbed the clump I noticed there were two extra tickets. There was a sticky note attached to one of the passes. The note read, "Here's two extra passes, you were the cutest thing and we decided we might as well give the extra passes to a die-hard fan like you!"
Yeah, die-hard, not stalker.
I screamed with joy, then my mother entered the kitchen in her robe.
"It is way too early for all this screaming," she stated. "What is going on in here?"
"Did you not notice that we got six passes instead of four?" I asked.
"No, I just got a box and assumed there were four passes in there."
"Well, we got two extra passes because, apparently, I was the cutest thing. I'm also a die-hard fan, according to the nice radio people."
"I'm going to go take a shower now, let's try to keep the screaming to a minimum. I think you should get out of your pajamas, too."
"Oh," I whispered, looking down at my plaid pajama bottoms. "Will do!" I grabbed the passes and slid to my room just like I had slid to the kitchen. I heard my mom laugh at my actions and informed her that it was fun and that she should try it. I walked into my room and peeked out to find my mom quietly sliding into her room. She had to grab onto the wall, but she still slid either way.
I returned to my closet and pulled out a cream sweater with two black stripes at the top, small, pink hearts, and a black bird at the bottom, pink leggings, and a denim skirt. I also grabbed some long necklaces to wear. I'd put on my ballet shoes before I left, which wouldn't be for a while. I brushed my hair and took a flat iron to it before curling some of my ultra-long bangs. I sprayed some hairspray on the curl and flopped onto my unmade bed.
"I should probably make this, but I don't want to," I groaned as I raised myself off my bed before making it, my reversible polka-dotted comforter showing. I threw my pillows on top and smiled. I grabbed my phone and carefully sat down on my bed making sure not to create any wrinkles. I texted Rachel and asked her what she was doing.
From: Buddy!
Hey, I'm not up to much, super bored. What's up with you?
To: Buddy!
Same thing
From: Buddy!
Wanna come over? My mom already said yes
To: Buddy!
Sure! Just let me ask my mom. She's in the shower
From: Buddy!
Coolio
I waited five minutes before I heard my mom clicking around in her heels. I made my way to the living room and sat down on the couch watching my mom do what she needed to do.
"That's a bit creepy, what do you want?"
"Well, Rachel asked me if I could come over, and her mom's already said yes. Remember, I'm within walking distance to her house, and you'd get time away-"
"I heard 'time' and 'away'. Go, I don't care, I get time to myself!"
"Thank you!" I hopped off the couch and grabbed my phone from my room. I slipped on my shoes and headed out the door. When I stepped onto the porch, a burst of late fall, early spring air hit me. I began walking along the sidewalk to the end of the street, around the corner, and down that sidewalk until I was in front of Rachel's two-story home, which was similar to mine.
I knocked on the door to find Rachel dressed in an orange sweater with a glittery, silver heart, jeggings, and white button boots. Her brown locks were pulled back into a ponytail.
"What's up with your fanciness?" I asked.
"Nothing…." Rachel trailed off. "What about you?"
"I have a babysitting job tonight. Apparently, the days of me asking my mom for money are over, so I can't ask for money to buy a really cute bag I saw."
"Oh, I thought you were going to buy me a present," Rachel smiled signaling that she was just joking.
If you only knew, I thought.
"Come on in!" Rachel invited. I stepped inside and followed Rachel up the stairs into her room. I entered Rachel's purple room which was actually clean for once.
"Is this the real life, or just a fantasy?" I exaggerated.
"Ha ha. You're absolutely hilarious. Seriously, my stomach's hurting."
"It's what I do," I stated.
"Anyway, my mom said I could have a sleepover the night of my birthday, and I was thinking that maybe you'd want to come."
I think we'll be doing bigger things than a sleepover on your birthday.
"Sure, it sounds likes a lot of fun," I answered.
"Cool! That's everyone!"
"Who else is coming over?"
"Nobody. Believe it or not, not many people want to be around me. I mean, who wouldn't want to be around me? I'm so much fun!"
"I don't know who'd even think of not wanting to be around you, Rach."
We sat and talked for a few hours before Rachel had to go to a family thing, so I was forced to leave Rachel's home. We hugged and I thanked Mrs. and Mr. Shard for having me over. I walked out the door and took my time going back home, seeing as I didn't have anything else to do there. I texted my mom and told her I'd be home in five minutes. She told me that she'd be wrapping up her cleaning.
I stepped into the living room and slipped off my shoes. I trudged to my room and grabbed my laptop. I remembered the collage I was making for Rachel and began printing out pictures. When I decided I had more than enough pictures, I grabbed a bottle of glue from my desk and a piece of spare poster board. After two hours of gluing the pictures on, I decided it was time for a break. I put the work-in-progress of a collage behind my bookshelf and made my way to the kitchen.
"How was Rachel's?" my mom asked.
"Fun. She invited me to spend the night at her house, though," I answered.
"Did you tell her about the concert?"
"Heck no! The whole thing is a surprise. I told her that I was dressed like this for a babysitting job so I could get a new bag."
"I see. Well, I need to go to the grocery store. Do you need anything?"
"No."
"Alright. I think I'll be a while, so I'll see you at around four. You know the rules."
"Yes, I know," I groaned.
"Be back in a while." My mom kissed the top of my head before grabbing her purse and heading into the garage.
I entered my room after cleaning up my mess in the kitchen.
"Four o'clock. That's two hours," I calculated. I decided to finish up the collage first. I grabbed it from behind the bookshelf, took the glue off the desk, and picked up the folder filled with pictures off the window seat. I turned on my iJams playlist and hummed to it as I glued pictures in place on the sheet of hot pink poster board. After thirty minutes, the collage was complete. I scanned it twice, admiring how great it turned out. There was barely any white, oops, pink space left. I put everything back in its place before getting on my laptop to see if I had anything I needed to respond to. I tackled my e-mail first.
E-mail one: Do you need to make money from your home? Trash.
E-mail two: Check out this week's top stories! Delete.
E-mail three: Visit this site for special offers! Off to the junk pile.
After I had everything finished with my e-mail, I went to Facenovel. I had no notifications to worry about. I clicked on everything with a little number beside it and looked at the top stories which were stupid people talking about how much they love their girlfriend or boyfriend.
When finished with Facenovel, I went to Metube and looked to see if my favorite Metuber had uploaded a new video. She had, so I clicked on it and waited a minute or two for the video to load. When I finished the video, I checked my e-mail once more, desperate for something to do. When I found out I had no new e-mails, I flipped on the T.V. When I found out that nothing was on, I realized it would be a while for my babysitting job to come along.
…*…*…*Time skip to 5:45 P.M….*…*…*
I was getting everything ready to leave before I told my mom I'd be back later. What I had packed was my phone, my laptop, a journal, and some other things that I may or may not need all in my little backpack.
"I'm going to be leaving now!" I called.
"Alright, have fun!"
I slipped on my black flats that I had put on earlier and headed out the door to Mrs. Renfrow's house. After my five minute journey was complete, I knocked on the door to signal that I was there.
"Look who's early," Mrs. Renfrow stated.
"Better early than barely making it," I replied.
"That's a good motto. Would you like to start babysitting early?"
"Sure!"
"Okay. All the emergency numbers are on the counter, I have a list of house rules on the fridge for you to look at, I have a record for any trick Kaylie and Lance may pull, there's also an inventory of consequences if you ever need to use it, anything else I haven't told you about will be in the kitchen," Mrs. Renfrow informed.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, I know Kaylie and Lance will be in safe hands. I think we're ready. Kaylie, Lance, Mommy and Daddy are leaving now!"
Kaylie, a little seven-year-old who resembled who mother, came running at the sound of her mother's voice. Lance, who almost looked exactly like Logan and was also seven, was following close behind. Kaylie jumped into her mother's arms and was given a kiss on the cheek before doing the same to her father. Lance grabbed onto his parent's legs before being picked up by his father.
"Be good, Lalaine is a nice girl, she doesn't need to be worrying about what you'll do."
Lance was given a hug and kiss from both parents.
"Have fun, you two! Lalaine, good luck."
Mr. and Mrs. Renfrow exited their home and headed towards their car. I entered the home and set my backpack down near the couch.
"Okay, are you guys hungry or anything?" I asked.
"No, we wanna play a game!" Kaylie squealed.
"What game do you have in mind?"
"Candyland!" the seven-year-olds answered.
I followed Kaylie and Lance as they took off towards their game closet and pointed to Candyland, stuck on a shelf just barely out of my reach. I pulled down the box and set it up in the living room. I let Kaylie and Lance pick out their games pieces. When they saw that I was just sitting on the floor, ready to make peace, they looked up at me.
"Aren't you gonna play?" Lance inquired.
"Do you want me to play?"
"Yeah!" Kaylie exclaimed.
"I guess I'm going to play, then," I grabbed a game piece and let Kaylie start the game. She ended up advancing very far. Lance and I, however, didn't have the best luck while playing. Fifteen minutes later, we found out that Kaylie won, and Lance beat me.
"That was fun," I remarked as I began putting the game away.
"WAIT!" Kaylie yelled.
"What?" I questioned frantically.
"We wanna play again!" she answered simply.
I began taking everything back out of the box and let Lance and Kaylie play as I went over to my backpack and grabbed my phone.
"That's cheating!" I heard Lance scream at Kaylie.
"No it isn't!" Kaylie defended.
"Guys, guys, what's up?"
"Kaylie took a card and moved her piece to the next blue square and she had to go to the next orange square!" Lance explained.
"I did not!" Kaylie disagreed.
"Yes, you did!" Lance argued.
"Kaylie," I stepped in, "can I see your card?"
Kaylie reluctantly handed me her card which was indeed an orange square.
"Where were you at?" Kaylie pointed to a square on the board in response. I moved her piece to where she should have moved to in the first place and let them resume their game. It wasn't long until I heard a squeal of pain.
"Lance, why does Kaylie have a bite mark on her hand?"
"Because…because a squirrel bit her!" he lied.
"I'm not for sure how a squirrel could get in your house. Well, actually, I am, knowing you two. But, I'm pretty sure those are bite marks from a little boy biting his sister."
"You're so unfair!" Lance crossed his arms.
"Was I unfair when I had Kaylie move her game piece to where it was supposed to be?" Silence was my response. "That's what I thought."
"Lalaine," Kaylie whispered, moving her finger to motion that she wanted me to come down to her level. I squatted down beside Kaylie and leaned in to hear what she had to tell me.
"Lance is a jerk."
I smiled before making the comment that most boys were.
"Although, there are four guys who aren't."
"What are their names?" Kaylie asked.
"Oh, you probably wouldn't know them."
"Tell me!"
"Fine. Their names are Kendall, Carlos, James, and Logan."
Kaylie gasped and told me she knew who they were.
"That's Big Time Rush! I love Big Time Rush!"
"Do you really?"
"I do, I do! Come look at my room!" Kaylie took my arm and dragged me upstairs to her small bedroom. There were pink walls, purple carpet, the basic furniture for a bedroom, toys here and there, but what stood out were the posters and the erasable marks made by markers. The posters? Big Time Rush and only Big Time Rush, and they were everywhere. The marks? Quotes from the guys and random scribbles of red and black.
"Wow…I've never seen anything like this," I murmured.
"It's pretty, huh?"
I giggled and told Kaylie that it was definitely pretty. I suggested that we go downstairs to see if Lance was still in the house and unharmed. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Lance sitting on the floor drawing in the carpet with his finger.
"You're finally back," he commented, looking up.
"Excuse us!" I exclaimed.
"What time is it?" Kaylie asked.
I looked over at the clock near the television and told Kaylie that it was almost eight o'clock.
"Quick, turn on the T.V.!" Kaylie commanded.
I reached for the remote and turned the T.V. on. Kaylie took the remote out of my hand and flipped to a channel I hadn't seen before.
"And now, it's time to reveal who got chosen as best new artist," and award show host announced. "The winner is…BIG TIME RUSH!"
Kaylie began squealing as Kendall, James, Logan, and Carlos began walking up steps to the stage of the building they were in. When the guys began talking, Kaylie calmed down and stared at the television screen. The guys gave a quick speech, including thanks to their manager, record label, all the other important people, and, most importantly, the Rushers.
"Okay, I'm better now. I don't need the T.V. anymore," Kaylie remarked as she got off the couch.
If it was going to stay like this, it would be a fun night.
I think that's an okay stopping point.
Fun Facts
1. It took me too long to write this
2. I read this to a friend of mine and she liked it so that's how I knew it was good
3. When I proofread the part about the backstage passes, it reminded me of a certain summer tour a certain band will be having this summer. Anybody know if they're going?
4. Like Lalaine, I still slide on the floor
5. Lalaine's babysitting outfit will be in my bio, and so will Rachel's
6. I never tell my mom when I want something, I just watch her
7. I originally had this whole detailed paragraph about how Lalaine made a sandwich, then I realized it was unnecessary
8. My Internet routine goes like Lalaine's
9. As you can tell, I like making parodies of websites
10. I put in the time skip because I had literally no idea on what Lalaine could be doing
11. When I was scanning for fun facts, I realized I abused the word list when Mrs. Renfrow was talking about emergency numbers and all that good stuff. I put in synonyms
12. Kaylie and Lance are seven because one, that was a good age for me, two, I wanted them to be a suitable age for a babysitter, and three, I wanted to have them all cute and young
13. Lance looking like Logan…you don't have to tell me it's adorable, I already know :)
14. I've only played Candyland once and it was not fun for me, but it's a popular game, so I used it
15. One of my friends got bit by a squirrel once. Just thought you'd like to know that because Lance was taking about squirrel bites and…yep
16. I really wanted to have Lalaine bring up Big Time Rush, so I slid it in there
17. I think we all, at one point in our life, freaked out and viciously turned on our T.V. to see Big Time Rush, it just made sense to have Kaylie do that
18. This is over nine pages long
Yeah, I think that's all my facts!
OOH! You guys! I made a Twitter for this FanFiction account! I'm BeautyBrains_FF. I'll follow you if you'd like, and if you want to follow me on my personal Twitter and I know ya well enough I'll give you my personal Twitter. I'm obviously taking over the Internet, as you can see.
I HAVE MORE NEWS!
My parents are thinking about possible tickets to the BTR summer tour! I'm seriously freaking out and they haven't even said anything. This is the first time they've come to my state, and really, I'm too excited for words. Even my friends, some of them don't like BTR (I know, you're not happy about that) and they're really happy that I'm getting an opportunity.
Apology time!
Sorry this took so long. To be honest, I don't know what happened to me. I didn't have anything to do, but I guess I just wasn't in the mood to write on this chapter. In fact, the only thing that got my started back on this is the fact that I wanted to type up a paper for Social Studies. So, I got on here and completed it! And, like I said, you won't be hearing from me on FanFiction for a while.
Yeah, I'm finished now.
Thanks for being awesome and reading and all that good stuff! Have a great time doing whatever you do! :)