Author's Note: Okay guys this is my first fanfic... I’m just trying to figure this out and stuff so bear with me. I write Imagines for Twitter and everyone likes... no, loves them. Wanna know about me? I’m guessing you said something like “Hell no.” but just in case you said yes: I’m a teenage girl and I love Big Time Rush. The gorgeous, amazing, talented, sexy as fuck, Kendall Schmidt is my husband and he always will be even though he doesn't know it. (; I’m extremely weird, nerdy, and I fangurl a LOT. I've been told I’m a good writer. I play piano. I enjoy singing even though I suck at it, dancing even though I’m clumsy as hell, and acting... I’m a good actress. I see myself either being an actress, or an author... If all else fails I want to be a marine biologist/sea animal trainer. Okay so I’m blabbering and telling you all this bullshit that you don't wanna hear, so here's the story... Enjoy. (:
“Hey Adriana,” my dad says as he walks into the kitchen. “Morning Daddy,” I say and take a sip of my orange juice. “You made pancakes?” he asks, looking from me to the pile of flapjacks on the counter. “It appears so,” I say sarcastically with a grin. “Can I have some?” he asks. “No. I made them for my pink unicorn that lives under my bed,” I say with a whole lot of sarcasm. He looks at me blankly. “Of course you can have some. Eat them all if you want. Just don't ask me to clean up your vomit,” I tell him with a laugh. He chuckles and puts some pancakes on his plate and drowns them with maple syrup, just like I do. I’m a daddy's girl and I always have been. My mother left us when I was three and I don't even remember her.
“Sleep well?” Dad asks. “As always,” I answer. “Good. So you said you found an apartment yesterday?” he asks. “Yeah,” I answer, looking down at my cup. What I didn't tell him, was that the apartment was in Los Angeles, thousands of miles away from this small town in Tennessee. Don't get me wrong, I love my father with all my heart, I just have to get out of this town before I get stuck here like everyone else. “Where's it at?” he asks. “California,” I mumble. “Cali?” he asks. I nod. “Not that big of a surprise,” he says. I look at him quizzically. “I'm not upset, hun. Sure, I'll miss you but I don't blame you for wanting to get away from here,” he says. “Really?” I ask. “Yeah. I know you wanna go chase your dreams, and I want you to go out there and take that town by storm,” he says. “Thanks,” I say with a grin.
“When do you leave?” he asks. “I was hoping to be on the road by this afternoon. I packed last night,” I say. “Here I know you'll need money for the trip and to get settled with,” he says, reaching into his pocket. “Oh, no you don't have to give me money,” I say. “Yes, I do. It's in the parenting rule book,” he says with a small smile. “Thank you, Daddy,” I say. “Not a problem, sweetheart,” he says. He hands me 10 hundred dollar bills. “I can't take all this,” I say, in awe of how much money I’m holding. “Yes you can. And you will,” he says. “Thank you so much,” I say. I get up and hug him tightly. “Need help taking your stuff to the car?” he asks. I nod and he follows me to my room.
It looks so...empty. Normally, it has my posters of Justin Bieber and Big Time Rush plastered all over the walls; my bunk bed with my Spiderman comforter; my stereo; CD's, clothes, and books scattered on the floor; my bedside table with my framed autographed photo of Justin Bieber and lots of junk piled on it; and my huge poster of Cher hanging on the wall above my big bookshelf. I was up really late last night packing, and I have no idea how I did it. “You really outdid yourself,” my father tells me. “I know, right? I somehow packed my entire life into a few boxes,” I say. “You forgot something,” he says, bending down and picking up something. “What is it?” I ask curiously. He hands me a photo of me with my 3 best friends, Mia Nicole and Rachel. “How could I have forgotten that?!” I exclaim.
He shrugs. I begin to pace the room, trying to think of anything else I might have forgotten. My dad picks up 2 boxes and walks out the door. Unable to think of anything, I pick up a big box of clothes and take them to my car, a blue Dodge Charger. “Your car will definitely fit in in the big city,” Dad says. “Oh yeah of course,” I say proudly. I had worked my ass of the summer before to make enough money to buy that amazing piece of machinery. A few minutes later all my things are in the car and I’m all set to go. “I'm gonna go make us some lunch before you leave,” my dad says.
