Against All Odds

Ch. 2

Chelsea's POV

"Flight 436 to Los Angeles now boarding" the voice over the intercom said.

That's our flight. Rachel and I stood up from where we were sitting and headed towards the entrance to the plane.

They took our tickets and we got on board. We put our carry-on suitcases in the compartment for them and Rachel put her headphones in and blocked out the world with her Big Time Rush. I have a feeling this will be a long flight.

I don't even see why she likes Big Time Rush. They definatly aren't as hot as other bands like One Direction and can't sing as well as them either. But I guess, I'm not the one listening to them so I shouldn't care.

I put my headphones in a little bit later and put my music on shuffle. The first song was 'Tell Me a Lie' by One Direction. I love this song! But, just so you know, I'm am not one of those obsessed fans who faints when someone says the words 'One' or 'Direction'.

I call myself a fan, and maybe even a Directioner, but I will never be obsessed.

As I predicted, the flight seemed to take forever. But, we finally got to LA. Rachel and I grabbed our carry-on's and got off the plane.

We went and got our other luggage, but one of Rachel's bags was missing so we had to to go the customer service counter so she could fill out forms.

When she was done filling out the forms we went to the lobby. There was a man in a tuxedo holding a sign that said 'Rachel and Chelsea'. We walked over to him and he took a couple of our bags. He led us towards the parking lot.

We stopped at a long, white, streched limousine.

"No. Way." Rachel muttered quietly.

The man opened the door for us and put our bags in the trunk. We drove for maybe twenty minutes before stopping outside some huge gates around a GIGANTIC house. No, house is an understatement. This thing is a mansion.

We walked inside and just the doorway was huge! The first thing I saw was a living room with a giant flat-screen TV. Hooked to the TV was an X-Box and Wii and every other gaming system known to man.

I was mesmerized by it. Rachel may be a girly-girl, but we play video games together all the time. I started walking towards it and just as I was about to get there, I heard a nasally, annoying voice yell at me.

"What do you think you are doing?" It asked me.

"Umm... Going to play X-Box?" I said.

"Well first you must take off your shoes. You also may not play the TV without permission."

"Okay. That's understandable. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." Rachel said politely. Leave it to her to be the suck-up.

"I am Elga, the head housekeeper. I have been incharge of this house as long as Mr. Henderson has lived here. Do not expect that to change now that you two are here." She said rudely.

"Oh, well I'm Rachel and this is my younger sister, Chelsea." I was standing behind Rachel, so I gave Elgar a dirty look without Rachel noticing.

"I know who you are." Elgar replied, returning the dirty look back to me.

"Um... Can we meet this P. Henderson guy now?" I asked impatiently.

"NO! You may NOT disturb Mr. Henderson. He is a very busy man who is very successful and you may not even speak to him unless he speaks to you first." Elga replied.

"Oh, okay. Can I at least play the X-Box?" I asked.

"Fine. But if you break anything, I know Mr. Henderson will not be happy."

"Whatever." I said. Man, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

I took off my shoes like Elga said and went into the living room to play some X-Box.

Chelsea's POV

I am bored out of mind. You can only play Black Ops for so long. Rachel and I played it for two hours and now I have nothing to do. I tried playing other games and even reading a book like Rachel is doing (and just so you know, I don't read) but nothing can entertain me.

Then, all of the sudden, we heard something that sounded alot like a Tarzan call. Rachel and I walked to where it came from and we ended up at the bottom of a huge staircase.

There was a someone sliding down the railing, yelling and being crazy. When he reached the bottom he said "Hey girls, I'm Logan!"

"Y-your Logan Henderson! From Big Time Rush!" Rachel practically screamed before having a complete fangirl attack.

"Umm... Why are you here?" I asked him.

"Chelsea! Don't be rude!" Rachel said, regaining her composure.

"Oh. It's okay. It's a good question. This is my house. You probably didn't expect to be living with me." Logan said, chuckling.

"But we were told we were going to be living with a P. Henderson. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought Logan started with an 'L'." I said.

Logan laughed and said, "Yeah, your right. I sometimes go by my middle name, Phillip so I don't attract quite as much attention."

"That's sooo smart." Rachel said dreamily.

I rolled my eyes at her and asked Logan another question, "So, how did you know our mother?"

"So you know how your mother used to live in Texas?" We nodded. "Well, she taught me piano, and we stayed really good friends throughout the years. When she was diagnosed with cancer, she instantly asked that, if she died, I would take care of you, Chelsea, so Rachel could go to college. Of course I said yes right away."

"So how come I have never met you before?" Rachel asked him.

"Well we never lived close enough and neither of us had enough money for plane tickets. When I did get enough money your mom got diagnosed and couldn't have very many visitors. I've also been so busy with the TV show that I couldn't come anyway."

"Wow... Am I going to get to meet the rest of the band?" Rachel asked excitedly.

Then, as if on cue, the rest of BTR burst into the house. They ran over to Logan and tackled him.

When they finally calmed down, which it took about five minutes for them to, they finally noticed Rachel and I. They looked at us and then at Logan then at us again.

"Guys, this is Rachel and Chelsea. Chelsea's going to be living with me for a while when Rachel goes to college." Logan said.

"Cool! I'm Kendall Schmidt. This is Carlos Pena and James Maslow." Kendall said shaking mine and then Rachel's hand.

James and Carlos also shook our hands. I noticed Rachel held onto James' hand longer than the others. Figures. I rolled my eyes again.