Hey everyone!! *waves* ^^
Here is another Big Time Rush fan fiction for yah, and this time its all romance, and no killing or anything like that. I promise. :D
But, the BTR boys come in chapter 2 and not chapter 1. >< I know I'm soooo Sorry.. But, its still worth reading! :D Anyways... just enjoy the book please! I loves you all <3
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---- Claire’s PoV -------
Just so you all know, a girl telling her parents those two words, are the hardest thing she will do in her life. Those two little words will change your life, if they have too. It’s a lot more complicated than you think.
Well, I’m guessing you wanna know who I am. I’m Claire Bell. My life isn’t that good. In fact, it sucks. My parents are divorced, I never get to see my dad. Most of the guys at my school are fags, and the girls just think there better than everyone. I just wanna get away from this. My dream as a little girl was to be a famous singer. I’m still trying to fulfill my dream, so I can leave everyone behind except for my parents, and my best friend. She helps me get through anything.
Her name is Selena Bubba. I call her hubba bubba. She’s been my best friend ever since Kindergarden. She’s actually rich, its pretty amazing. That’s where I get most of my things such as clothes and food, because my lazy, child molesting step dad, won’t get a job and afford that stuff for my mother and I. He makes me sick.
Anyway, back to Selena. Her family owns six cars ; three are Camaro’s, and the other three are Challenger’s. Ten pure breed horse’s just for her, and what seems like million’s of flat screen TVs .
Well, I’m going back to my reality. I was sitting with Selena, watching American Idol, when a commercial comes on.
“Do you want to be a singer?” It said, and I shot up from the couch.
“Yes!!”
“Then come on over to the local radio station, where Gustavo Rocque, is needing a new hit singer! You will get to work with his current group ; Big Time Rush.”
“AHH!” I screamed.
“Audition’s end in 30 minutes, so get over here fast!!” He announcer said, and it went back to American Idol.
“I know, I know. Were leaving.” Selena said, as she was holding the key’s to her car, standing by the front door.
“Yeah.” I told her, throwing my flip flops on.
****** At the radio station. ********
“Number 485!” I heard his assistant Kelly call me in. “What song will you be singing for us sweety?”
“Who say’s, By Selena Gomez.”
“Alright, the track will start.”
“Okay, thanks.” I said, as I heard the track start up.
“Wouldn’t wanna be anybody else.. Hey..
You made me insecure, told me I wasn’t good enough..
But who are you to judge? When you’re a diamond in the rough,
I’m sure you got some things.. You’d like to change about yourself..
But when I comes to me.. I wouldn’t wanna be anybody else..
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
I’m no beauty queen, I’m just beautiful me..
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na!
You’ve got every right, to a beautiful life.. Come on!
Who says, who says you’re not perfect?
Who says you’re not worth it?
Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting?
Trust me, that’s the price of beauty,
Who says you’re not pretty?
Who says you’re not beautiful?
Who says..?
It’s such a funny thing..
How nothing’s funny when it’s you..
You tell me whatcha mean..
But they keep wading out the truth..
It’s like the work of art..
That never gets to see the light!
Keeps you beneath the stars..
Won’t let you touch the sky!!!” I sang, until I was interrupted.
“Thanks, we don’t need to hear anymore.” Gustavo said, meanly.
“Oh.” I said, hanging my head down low. He doesn’t like me. I’m a horrible singer.
“Because you got the job!” I heard him holler. My head snapped up, and my body tingled with excitement.
“Seriously?! Oh my god!”
“Have you’re things packed and ready for tomorrow. Were leaving for LA.”
“Thanks so much. I’ll be ready.”
“Write down you’re address, so we can pick you up tomorrow.” Kelly told me.
“Alright.” I said hopping down from the stage. I ran over to them, and begun writing my address down. “There you go.”
“Thanks be ready at 11am.”
“I will.” I told them nodding my head. I ran out the door, to find Selena sitting down flipping through a tiger beat magazine.
“Sooo..?” She asked starting a conversation. “How’d it go.”
“Great.”
“Awesome. When do you know if you get the part or not?”
“Oh, they tell you when your done auditioning.”
“Oh, you didn’t get it did you.”
“No, I did!!”
“OMG!!!” She screamed, and tackled me to the floor, hugging me. “I’m so happy for you, bro.”
“Thanks. I’m gonna see if you could come too.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Just have stuff ready for tomorrow. There picking me up at 11.”
“Sounds good.” She told me, and we headed off to my house to pack.
Finally! I’m going to be a star! I can get away from my other life!!
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