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ChapterOne

Travis and I win a contest

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"TURN IT DOWN!" shouted Travis over another one of my awesome car-jamming sessions. I was listening to the new Big Time Rush album, as usual, at the highest volume I knew I could go without blowing out my speakers (not that I haven't done that before).

"I can't hear you," I said gleefully as I sang along with the guys I'd come to love. Of course, I did have my favorite- Logan Mitchell. He had the prettiest brown eyes and the coolest, kind-of spiky dark hair. Plus he was smart- unlike James, who kind of annoyed me with the whole pretty-pretty thing. That's probably why I hung out with Travis so much- he was a brilliant kind of dude, and lady killer like James was, but we were just best friends. Sometimes people swore we were just separated at birth.

"I KNOW!" he yelled, turning down the volume knob. I huffed angrily.

"Travis, you're ruining my mojo. I only drive good when the music's loud."

"You barely drive well when the music's loud," he retorted. "Now, concentrate. I'm turning on the radio very low. So don't listen, just drive."

We were headed out to the big city again, which was a big deal when you lived in the country of Michigan. Of course, by standards the big city was actually a very small city with a shopping mall and a Wal-Mart, but that was a pretty huge deal for us. I begged Travis to go with me because I wanted the new Kingdom Hearts game (I was a geek like that), and he agreed only because we were going to the music store afterwards.

"….and now, call in to WIOG if you know this answer!" said the radio DJ excitedly. "A girl comes to America on the Fourth of July, parties for three days, and comes back on the Fourth of July. How did she do it? Call in now! We're waiting for your answer!"

"That's so easy," Travis and I said in unison. I grinned as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number quickly. He waited for a few seconds, and they actually picked up. I was freaking out and not driving a straight line. He shot me this look and I concentrated more on my driving and less on what was happening.

"Yeah, did you get the answer to the contest question?" he asked. "No? Good. The boat's name was the Fourth of July."

I was laughing in the background. "Dude, that riddle is old news at our school." He nodded.

"Yes? We won….what?" he said excitedly. "Hollywood? Big Time….wait, Big Time who?"

"HOLY EFF, BIG TIME RUSH!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "We're gonna meet Big Time Rush!" I fell silent again as he pointed towards the road, but I was shaking with excitement. I parked in a lot by a McDonald's as we came into the city and turned off the car, watching Travis give all his details away. Finally when he hung up he looked at me and laughed, shaking his head.

"We're going to Hollywood to meet Big Time Rush," he explained. "Tomorrow. We have plane tickets to pick up at the radio station, and-"

He couldn't finish the rest of his sentence because I started to drive away, screaming.

"Wow, you guys sure picked these up fast!" the DJ told us as we showed up five minutes later. Hey, I was a good driver on occasion! "You leave tomorrow- don't be late to your flight. You're staying in Hollywood for two weeks sponsored by Sony Records, and you get to meet Big Time Rush and hang out with the band in this time period. We've also given you extra money to spend, and the hotel is free as well-"

"Great, great, when do we leave again?" I asked excitedly. Travis rolled his eyes and took the tickets.

"Thanks again, man," he said, and they exchanged an awkward man-hug. Oh, the joys of being a girl. "See you later."

"Oh!" the DJ said as we were about to leave. "You guys should come back here right after the two weeks so we can do a live radio interview, gotcha?"

"Definitely!" I answered, and we walked out richer and happier.

"Hollywood, baby!" Travis laughed. "We can see the sights, graffiti the letters-"

"-You can't do that anymore, bud, they blocked it off," I explained.

"Well, we'll do it anyways. We'll see where Brad Pitt lives, and buy tons of cool, useless stuff for our families and friends, and eat out every freaking night!" he cheered. Wow, he was more excited about all this than even I was.

"Yeah, but we get to meet Big Time RUSH!" I shouted. Everyone in the parking lot turned and stared at us as we began to do this weird jig-thing that started as a river dance and ended as doing the sprinkler while walking.

"I'd say we've embarrassed ourselves enough for a few weeks," Travis said.

"Nah. We could have done a lot worse."

"What could have been worse than my attempt at river dancing?"

"We could have said we just lost our viginity."

"Ooh, good one. I LOST MY VIRGINITY! WOOOOOOOOT!" he shouted.

The parking lot fell awkwardly silent.

"Yeah, you definitely embarrassed us enough for a year. Good work though." We high-fived and got back into my car.

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~The NEXT MORNING! AHHHHH!~

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"Have a safe trip, call every night, and be safe!" my Mom yelled after me as Travis came in his car to pick me up. It was four in the morning, and we were going to be late if she didn't stop yelling random instructions at me.

"Yes Mom, I'll use a con-dam!" I replied, laughing. "But really, Mom, I'll be safe. I'll call, too. Don't worry!" I got into his car just before I knew she was going to start up again. I threw my three suitcases and carry-on into the backseat.

"Did you need to pack your whole house?" he asked as we started off towards the airport.

"It's two weeks, Trav, and I need clothing."

"You're such a girl."

"Yes, that's what they call you when you don't have a penis." This got even him to laugh at an early hour and we started our long drive towards the airport.

"So what do you think Big Time Rush is going to be like?" I asked him.

"Four stupid men in a group together," he answered in a Travis-like fashion.

"You know they aren't stupid."

"Yes, but you can't seriously be in love with all four of them."

"Indeed you are correct, my good man. I'm only in love with one."

"Which one? I need to remember so I can shoot him first."

"I'm not going to tell you if that's what you're planning on."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Jenna Renee."

"Pull my middle name into this all you want, Travis Robert, but I'm not saying."

"TELL ME OR WE'RE NOT GOING."

"….LOGAN MITCHELL!" I shouted angrily. "There you got me to say it. Now promise me you left all your explosives at home?"

"Safe and secure," he answered. He really didn't have any weapons, but I wasn't taking any risks.

Finally, after two hours of strenuous driving and argument on who to murder first from Big Time Rush, we arrived at the airport and just barely made the flight out. I had never been on a plane before, but it wasn't flying that I was nervous about- I was nervous about meeting four extremely talented, amazing guys in Hollywood. Plus I found out it was going to be at a huge concert of theirs and we had VIP front-row standing. Quite literally I was freaking out. Good thing Travis would be there.

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