Chapter 1: Big Time Jazzie

"Sammi, hurry up!" Jasmine Mason called while pounding her fist on the bathroom door that had been occupied for the past twenty minutes. She pressed her ear against the door and only heard the sound of water running from the shower. Growling, she turned away from the bathroom door and went into the living room where she paused and lifted an eyebrow.

Loud, pop music was coming from the TV where a girl was moving in perfect unison to the Wii Just Dance game that was placed on screen, he hood on her purple jacket was bouncing to the beat. Jasmine stood back with a smile on her face while watching the score rack up until the music stopped. "An almost perfect score. How do you do that, Mel?" Jasmine asked while shaking her head.

Melanie Mason turned around and gave a grin coupled with a modest shrug. "I can keep good rhythm I guess," she responded. "Sammi still in the bathroom?" She guessed while pointing her purple Wiimote at the screen to change the song.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and brushed her black hair out of her face with the hand that held a red ring. "What was your first guess? The fact that I'm dancing around trying to hold it in?" She asked sarcastically. She shook her head and walked back into the kitchen while tying her hair back into a ponytail with a red scrunchie. "What're you making?" She addressed the girl dressed in blue by the stove.

"Eggs, French toast, hash browns, cinnamon rolls, and some sausage," Mikayla Mason replied while putting a bowl of steaming scrambled eggs onto the kitchen table. It was joined by a bowl of fruit salad and a pitcher of grape juice. "What's your rush? We have all day to try and find Aunt Kelly." Then she turned and added under her breath with evil conviction, "and scare Uncle Gustavo."

"You know he's not our actual uncle," Melanie pointed out, obviously have heard her.

"He's close enough," Mikayla replied with a shrug and moved the platter of sausage to the table. "They've been working together how long? We've known him forever, he's basically our uncle. We treat him like one."

"Okay, I'm going to go now," Jasmine announced while walking towards the door of the townhouse. She dropped to the ground and reached for her red and black vans.

"Can't you wait? I made breakfast!" Mikayla protested.

"Just let her go, its more eggs for the rest of us," Melanie said while reaching forward to seize the bowl of eggs. She laughed gleefully and dumped a large portion of them onto her purple plate. "You have basically all of California to search for her. Where are you going to go?"

Jasmine shrugged while tying her laces. "The Palm Woods? Sometimes she's there with that band she's working with, Big Time Rush."

"You actually listened to their CD?" Samantha Mason asked while poking her head out of the bathroom door. She was fully dressed but her hair was wrapped up in a large green towel.

"Hey, we get them for free. Why not listen to them? They're pretty good," Jasmine said while jumping to her feet. "I'll text you if she's there. Otherwise I'll go straight to Rocque Records."

"Alright," her sisters replied in unison, waving her away with their hands. They would catch up to her later. It's not like she could get into too much trouble by herself."

"S'cuse me. Pardon me. On your right. Move it or lose it! Get out of the way!" Jasmine called as she skateboarded down the street. She waved around the people that were walking in either direction, leaning to and fro to make the board under her feet move the way she wanted to. The skateboard glided down the street easily while she maneuvered it and headed towards the Palm Woods Apartments. She remembered hearing that Kelly could be found there sometimes, trying to get the boys of Big Time Rush to get to the studio.

And if she couldn't find Kelly, maybe one of them knew where she was.

Jasmine leaned back a bit to turn her board into the open front doors of the Palm Woods Apartments and rolled right up to Mr. Bitters desk. "Hey, Bitterman!" She said cheerfully as she stepped off of her skateboard. "Long time no see, eh?"

"Oh no!" Mr. Bitters groaned as soon as he looked up at her. "Not you."

Jasmine waved her hand at him. "You don't even know which one I am!" She protested. "So you can't even be upset about it. I mean, I might not have been the one who put those frogs in your desk."

"But you could have been," Mr. Bitters replied.

"Ah, but you won't know unless you can tell us apart, now will you?" Jasmine asked while lifting a finger. She smiled at the look on his face. "Oh come on, you had to have missed us."

"How long are you here?" He asked warily. She pulled a face. He looked as if he was about to jump right out of his skin and run away from her, not that she didn't expect it from him. He always was on his guard whenever the Mason quadruplets rolled into town, with good reason. They just wanted to get him to lighten up every now and then, that's all. They had good intentions behind their madness.

"Lucky you, just the summer," she replied with an eye roll. "So, I'm going to go before I give you a heart attack. Wouldn't be any fun pulling tricks on you when you're in the hospital or dead." She pushed away from the desk and stepped onto her skateboard again. She pushed off and decided to try searching around the pool when she ran over something that caused her wheels to stop. She was sent flying forwards and off of her board, landing hard on her elbows and knees. "What the…?" She reached back to see what she had run over. "A hockey puck?"

"Hey, that's mine." Jasmine turned to see who had addressed her, tossing the hockey puck up and down in her palm. She lifted her eyebrows at the guy who stood over her, dressed in hockey gear. He held a hockey stick in one hand and held his free hand out to her. "Sorry about that, my slapshot's better than I thought."

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to play hockey inside, Dimples?" She questioned, tossing the puck back at him. "You could've made me crack my head open," she added, bending down to pick up her skateboard. She held it up and inspected it while the hockey player lifted his eyebrows back at her and then smirked.

"Says the girl who was skateboarding inside," he pointed out. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to skateboard inside?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'd listen to them," Jasmine replied, tucking the board under her arm. She squinted her eyes and tilted her head slightly. The hockey player shifted his eyes a little under her gaze before shuffling his feet.

Finally, he cleared his throat and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think I've seen you somewhere before," she replied, widening her eyes to the normal size. "You're that Kendall guy. From Big Time Rush."

"Ah, so you've heard of us," he said with a dimpled smile.

"Kind of," she replied with a sly smile. Then she stuck out her hand. "I'm Jasmine, but people call me Jazzie."

Kendall took her hand and gave it a shake. "Jazzie it is, then. You already know who I am. Are you moving into the Palm Woods?" He asked while motioning around. "I could give you a quick tour, Big Time Rush style," he said with a smile and a wink.

She gave a little laugh. He was obviously clueless as to who she was, which she was thankful for. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that her sisters would show up soon. Her smile got a bit bigger. It would be a lot of fun to mess with his head. Not only his, but the best of Big Time Rush's and she was sure that was going to happen sooner if not later. She wouldn't even have to put much effort into it.

"Thanks, but I know my way around here pretty well, Dimples," she replied. "Let's just say the Palms Woods is like my second home."

"So you've been here before," Kendall stated.

"Nothing gets by you, slick," Jazzie commented.

Kendall let out a little laugh of disbelief. This Jazzie was something else. She was different from the girls he's met both in Minnesota and in California. It was a good change of pace. She seemed like she was always in control of any situation, wanting to get the last word. Usually that bugged her but with her, not so much.

"So, are you visiting someone or…?" Kendall asked.

"I am, actually," Jazzie replied with a nod. "Decided to drop in and say hi to Bitterman." She turned and gave Mr. Bitters a little wave. He held up his fingers so they were in the shape of a V, pointed them at his eyes, and then pointed them at her.

"He doesn't, uh…seem too fond of you," Kendall noted.

"Oh, he'll get used to it," Jazzie said with a wave of her hand. "He's still sore over the idea that I may or may not have put frogs in his desk once." She gave a shrug. "What can you do?"

"Wait, you were the person behind the infamous frog prank?" Kendall asked.

"Maybe, maybe not," Jazzie replied with a shrug. "I am a girl after all; we have to have our secrets, Dimples." She looked around to make sure Bitters was busy and moved her finger in a 'come here' motion. He leaned down and she whispered, "I'll tell you a little secret. He's afraid of anything that jumps. The bigger the better. However, grasshoppers are easier to hide, if you know what I mean." She gave him a knowing look.

"That sounds fun and all but where am I going to find grasshoppers?" Kendall asked. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a bag of them, raising and lowering her eyebrows.

"You're lucky you ran into me," Jazzie replied. "Hold these while I distract Bitterman. I could use for a good prank today. I'm running behind on my daily quota." She put her skateboard down and stepped onto it. "D'you mind?" She asked, holding out her hands. Kendall shook his head and held out his hockey stick. She took it while handing him the bag of grasshoppers. Then she adjusted the hockey stick so the curved end was by her left hand.

Kendall watched curiously as she pushed off the ground and gained enough speed to glide over the carpeted surface. He let out a laugh when she casually leaned over with the hockey stick and let the curved end lightly scrape his face, hooking his glasses onto the end of them.

"Come back here this instant!" Mr. Bitters yelled while holding his hands out in front of him and waving them around to make sure he didn't crash anything while he did his best to chase her down the hall.

"Come and get me, Bitterman!" Jazzie laughed gleefully while taking off.

Kendall laughed at the scene before him before rushing over to his desk. As he thought, a carton of microwave popcorn sat underneath the desk. Opening the ziplock bag, he turned it upside-down and dumped the grasshoppers into it. Then he stuck his hand into the salted snack and mixed it so the popcorn was sitting on top and Mr. Bitters wouldn't see the difference if he took one glance at it.

"Aww, Bitterman, don't you know how to take a harmless joke?"

Kendall froze when he heard Jazzie's voice getting louder. He chucked the bag across the lobby and rolled away from the desk. He pretended to be interested in an ad for dog grooming as Mr. Bitters walked back into the lobby, holding onto Jazzie by her upper arm and her skateboard in the other.

"I didn't even hurt your glasses, see? No harm, no foul," she said while handing back the glasses with a sheepish smile. "You're looking great in that coat today," he said while brushing off the sleeve of his jacket.

"Yeah yeah, move along," Mr. Bitters said with a wave of his hand.

Jazzie took her skateboard from him and walked over to Kendall and gave him back his hockey-stick. "Now we just wait," she told him, taking a magazine off of a nearby table and pretended to read it while leaning against the wall. When she actually seemed engrossed in an article Kendall took the time to look at her from the side of his eyes.

Her dark hair stood out against her light brown skin. Every now and then she would brush her hair out of her brown eyes which reminded him of chocolate. When having read something strange her nose wrinkled over the slight bump on the bridge.

"You know, it's not polite to stare," Jazzie commented while turning her head and smirking at him.

"I, er, was looking at the cover," Kendall muttered, pointing at it.

"Whatever you say, dude," she said while closing it. Right at that moment Mr. Bitters let out a high-pitched scream. Jazzie and Kendall laughed when they saw him fling his popcorn into the air, scattering grasshoppers with it, and then take off running, screaming for his mother. "Oh, that was classic!" She said while slapping her knee. "And with that, Dimples, I bid you adieu." She stepped onto her skateboard and gave him a little wave before rolling right out the front door of the apartment complex.

Kendall watched as she left. He made a little sound and turned to find the elevator that would take him to the floor they lived on. "Jazzie," he muttered under his breath. She caught her attention almost immediately. She was like a breath of fresh air to him.

She was interesting.

Very interesting.

As Jazzie skateboarded down the street she decided not to call her sisters, just so she could lure them over to the Palm Woods. She was sure they were to run into one of the Big Time Rush guys.

It was bound to make their boring day interesting.

Very interesting.

The first chapter to my first Big Time Rush story is finished. The story's going to be short, about five or six chapters long. I hope you all like it so far. Please tell me what you think.

~C.M.