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Preface

Life can take some pretty unexpected turns. Things you don't expect to happen, happen. Things you didn't ask for can happen. Life can be a pretty funny thing- when brought into the right perspective.

My name is Kennedy- Kenny for short- and I was hit with a life that I could never possibly forget. I didn't ask for this to happen. It just… happened.

Chapter 1

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bryan."

"Kenny!"

"Hey, I just landed. How ironic is it that suddenly Miley Cyrus's Party in the U.S.A is stuck in my head?"

"Pretty. The first line?"

"'I hopped off the plane at LAX.' You know it."

Bryan laughed. "Well, Uncle Griffin and Cousin Mercedes should be there now to drop you off at the Palm Woods."

"Ok. Hey, Bryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why am I stay at the Palm Woods: 'home of the future famous', if I'm not working to become famous?"

"I guess Uncle Griffin thinks you should be famous?"

"Maybe. How weird is it that we, average orphans from Minnesota, have an uncle who is the fourth most powerful CEO in America?"

"Pretty weird. Hey, I got to go. Good luck in L.A.!"

"Ok. Bye Bryan. Say hi to Alex and Max for me."

"Will do. Bye."

I hung up and sighed, that one line of Party in the U.S.A playing in my head over and over.

"Kenny!" I heard. Next thing I know, I'm encircled in the arms belonging to my rich cousin, Mercedes.

"Hey, Mer."

"Kiss, kiss! Welcome to L.A.!"

"Thanks."

"So, ready to go?"

"Sure." Mercedes led me to a shiny black limo waiting outside the airport, her blonde curly hair bouncing.

Once we got in the car, Mercedes turned on the music.

"If we never flew, we would never fall.

If the world was ours, we would have it all.

But the life we live isn't so simplistic

You just don't get what you want."

"Is this a new band Griffin's working?" I asked.

"Yeah! I helped them get picked as the winning demo. This is the song Gustavo came up with after they were picked."

"Who are they?"

"Big Time Rush. A boy band with four hot guys."

I laughed. "What?" she asked, innocently.

"Nothing."

"So, Daddy's going to get you a job at Rocque Records- lucky you."

"Why lucky me?"

"Because that's where Big Time Rush records!"

"Oh."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to clean the guitars."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Guitars are, like, my life!"

"Ok. Well, we'll get you a job and you can start next week!"

"Wait, because I got a job, does that mean I'm going to have to pay for my room at the Palm Woods?"

"Of course not! Don't be silly. Ooh, here we are!"

We walked into the Palm Woods and I gaped in awe.

"Well, you're all checked in. I have to go now. I'm leaving for Florida tonight. You're room is 2K. I'll see you in a month! Toodles!"

"Later, Mer."

I headed up to my room, and let out a low whistle. "Wow," I whispered. "This place is insane."

The carpet was a pretty baby blue. In the kitchen, granite counter tops and steel sinks with glass shelves. There was a plasma screen attached to the sea green walls, and a dark blue Natuzzi couch against two walls.

I walked into my room, where the walls were still sea green, but the carpet was a light violet color. The bed was queen-sized, with three big white pillows, one small red pillow, and one small black. The blanket was an extremely light sea green, so light it was almost white.

Unpacking had gone by quicker than I had thought it would. I decided that since I had a little extra time on my hands, I should head down to the pool.

I quickly changed into my one-piece and board shorts. I slipped on a t-shirt and looked in the mirror. My strawberry blonde hair hung down to the small of my back in natural soft curls. I smoothed my hair with my hand and fixed my side bangs. My bright green eyes popped against my long, dark eyelashes and pale clear skin.

Finally, I grabbed a towel, my iPod and a book and headed down to the pool.

I set my stuff down on a lounge chair, when I heard someone yelling strangely, almost like a battle cry. I bolted up and saw four boys running towards me. I tried to get out of their way, but had no such luck.

A guy with his hands filling with pool noodles knocked me into the pool. I fell back into the pool, arms flailing, and landed with a huge splash.

I allowed myself to fall to the bottom of the pool before kicking back up. I wiped the water out of my eyes and shook my head. Once I could see again, someone yelled, "Oh my gosh! We're so sorry! Are you ok?"

He and another guy offered their hands and I took them. They hoisted me out of the pool before I answered him.

"It's alright. That's the point of having a pool, right? To swim in it?"

The guy laughed at that. "Yeah, I guess it is."

"Yo, guys!" I turned to see two more guys rushing towards us- one with arms filled with noodles.

"Oh, so you're the one who knocked me into the pool," I said teasingly.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"It's alright."

"Well, I'm Kendall by the way," the blonde one said.

"I'm Carlos!" the Latin boy holding the noodles put in.

"I'm Logan. Nice to meet you," the boy with short dark hair said.

"And I'm James," the one with long brown hair said, flipping his hair to the side.

"Kenny- Kenny Griffin. Nice to meet you guys."

"Griffin? As in the fourth most powerful CEO in America?" Kendall asked.

"That's my uncle, yeah."

"That's pretty cool," Logan said.

"Yeah, I guess so." I looked at the clock.

"Oh, hey guys, I got to go. Bryan's going to call any minute and I left my phone in my room."

"Who's Bryan?" James asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"My oldest brother. If I'm lucky, I'll get Alex and Max on the phone too. They're my other brothers. I can tell you all about them, but not right now."

"Alright. Bye," Logan said.

I got up to leave, when I heard Kendall yell, "Wait!"

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around.

"What room are you in?"

"2K. You?"

"2J. We're right next to you."

"Cool. I'll see you guys around then?"

"Of course." With that, I left, instantly hearing a hushed conversation between the boys. Choosing to ignore the natural urge to listen in, I headed up to my room.

No sooner did I enter my apartment, did I hear my phone start ringing.

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars. I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now."

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