Big Time Rush Book Of One-Shots

Dibs

Dib's

"Welcome to the Palm Woods," welcomes Mr.Bitters. The blonde with the blue eyes looks around unknowingly, standing next to her tall brunette father, Richard. The girl's hair lays curled at her shoulders as she smiles at the liveliness of Palm Woods.

"Carolina?" Her father taps lightly her on the shoulder. She suddenly snaps back to reality, taking in her surroundings. Her father looks at her, as if to say, "Pay attention, Carolina!"

"Oh. Thank you, Mr...." She looks at his name tag, "Bitters. Mr.Bitters." She smiles sheepishly, then they shake Hands. Her father leads her to their apartment, apartment 4j, opening the door.

"Well, you know the rules Carolina." Her father says, taking off his glasses and wiping them clean. His grey eyes shine brightly in the rooms light.

"Yeah, dad. No boys. No sweets. No distractions. No slacking. Just music." Says Carolina, looking seriously at her father. She looks down at her flute case, sighing. Bitter sweet.

"Or else?" Her father looks down on her, intimidating her. She swallows hard.

"Uh, or else, I go back to New Hampshire." She finishes her statement. Her father gives her a please smile. New Hampshire was a terrible place for Carolina - if it meant moving away from her stereotypical school to focus on music, she would go anywhere.

At the Palm Woods she could be anyone she wanted, and not just the dizzy blonde girl. Here, she could be a professional flautist in training, with no distractions. Now, she could even get her pale skin tanned!

"Need help unpacking, dad?" She asks, watching her father as he starts to unload a box. But he just shakes his head no. Carolina shrugs, and turns for the door.

"And where are you going.... Dressed like that?"

"Dad, it's just shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and flip flops. It was fine when we left New Hampshire-"

"But now we're in California.... You never know how those California boys act."

"Awhh, dad's worried about his little girl!"

Carolina takes his hand, and they sit down on a soft brown couch. "I told you, dad, just flute. No boys." She gets up to walk to the door, "I promised."

He nods his head, signaling that he approves. "Love you, dad!" She plants a quick plant on his cheeks, and races out the door. Back in the empty apartment, her father sighs.

"I hope she can keep the promise," he whispers to herself.

Carolina runs to the pool, as fast as lightning itself. Just as she turns a corner, and slams right into a stranger! Landing on top of him now, face to face.

First, they lay there, breathing heavily. Then the light skinned boy with the dark brown hair says, "Hi, I'm James."

"I'm Carolina," she says back. They both stare deeply into each others eyes...

"I'm not kissing you,"

"I know."

James helps her up, and she smoothes back her blonde hair. Noticing something in him, she asks, "Do I know you?"

He giggles under his breath. "Well, you might. Ever heard of Big Time Rush?" He asks, looking at her deep blue eyes with his brown ones.

"Ohhh, yeah!" She exclaims, recalling a memory. "Uh, well it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he smiles at her, making her blush. "so what are you in for?" He asks, as if being here was a jail sentence.

"Well, I came here to become a professional flautist."