𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 [kendall knight]

big time crib

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BECAUSE ELLA DIDN'T have to go through extensive rehearsals during her time at Rocque Records like the boys had to, she was able to go back home nice and early at 6:00pm. She could've stayed in the studio to support her friends, however, watching them continuously sing harmonies and rehearse the same dance moves over and over got boring really quick.

Back at the Palm Woods, she didn't really have any places to go to because her and the guys' apartment was less than luxurious. Ella actually found herself over at Camille's a lot, becoming pretty good friends with the girl.

Around 9pm, she left Camille's place and went back to her own apartment, 2-J. She grimaced walking through the door, seeing the bland walls and unknown stains on the carpet.

Ella slammed the door causing the legs of the couch to wobble and break with the boys on it.

"Seriously, Ella?"

"Come on!" They cried.

"Oh, be quiet." She retorted, putting her bag down. "I hate this place just as much as you guys do."

"We need a new apartment." The four boys said in unison.

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The five of them made their way down to the empty lobby to go ask Mr. Bitters for a better place to live. Kendall repeatedly pressed the bell, as Bitters finally came out of his office.

"What? I'm busy." He exasperated. Ella gave him a pointed look, seeing his hands and mouth stuffed with fries.

"We'd like a nicer apartment, please." Kendall stated politely.

"How come everyone else gets one of those high-class apartments?" Ella asked, pointing to a Palm Woods advertisement.

"And ours is a big time dump." Carlos added bluntly.

"2-J, a dump?" Mr. Bitters said in shock, spitting some of his fries in Logan's face. "If by 'dump', you mean 'really cool'."

Mr. Bitters opened the door to their apartment, trying to prove to the teens how "cool" their apartment actually was.

"As you know, the Palm Woods is home of the future famous. Do you know how many showbiz legends have stayed in this very room?" He asked, waving his arms around the apartment.

"Do you know how many stains and smells there are in this very room?" argued Kendall as Ella stifled a laugh.

"If you spill, it's a stain." Bitters countered. "When Lindsay Lohan throws up chocolate milk, it's history." He gestured to the suspicious brown stain on the carpet.

Ella spoke up. "Okay, first off, ew. Second of all, that's gotta be breaking some type of health code violation or something."

"Do you know how many people would kill to have history embedded in their homes?" Bitters remarked, making Ella gag.