Hi there, everyone!

So, I'm a bit new here. I mean I've been reading stories for years with my other accounts but I never actually wrote one, so... yeah. This idea about Ciara and the boys of Big Time Rush just popped into my mind once and I finally wrote it down. I have some other ideas for the following chapters so please, pretty please comment if you like it, and maybe you can share your ideas for the other chapters with me if you want to even in a PM or something. Please forgive me for any kind of spelling mistake, english is not my first language, so... yeah. Enjoy.

Ciara's P.O.V.

I can't believe it. It's been a week, but I still can't believe it.

It's been a week since my manager told me I got the part on Big Time Rush. I was just ready to give up on auditioning and start being a regular kid, when all of a sudden, BAM. I got the part. Just like that. I get to be the younger sister of Kendall Schmidt (Kendall Knight), daughter of Jennifer Knight (Challen Cates) and I'm even going to get three pseudo brothers: Carlos Pena, James Maslow and Logan Henderson. Man. For girls at my age, that's probably the dream. And for me, this dream came true. I can't believe it.

So here I was, sitting on one of the benches in the hallway of my school, waiting for Kendall. The producers of the show thought it would be cool to have Kendall pick me up from school and take me to the set, which was like a two-hour drive from here. The only problem was: it was by far not the end of this day of school. In fact, it was half past eight in the morning, and my classes were yet to start. Or, they weren't. I didn't know much since the producers only told me that they gave Kendall some document I can I can skip my last day of school with. But knowing my teachers, they aren't going to accept it, unless it states I have some dangerous disease. We'll see.

Man, is waiting boring. I took a magazine out of my bag and started reading it, occassionally looking up when a teacher or a kid walked by. I was about at the 12th page when somebody politely knocked on the cover of the magazine. Strange way to interrupt a reader. I half-closed the magazine and looked up.

It was Kendall.

He was wearing blue jeans and a white V-neck. His hair was more brown than blonde and his green eyes were sparkling with delight. Looking down at me with a lopsided grin, he took a photo out from his pocket and turned it to face me.

"Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but... Do you know this girl? I have to find her before her classes start. "

I looked at the photo and saw... me. It was a very recent photo taken by my younger brother Jaxon. I looked pretty cute. Not bragging, just saying. I looked at Kendall. He was still watching me, face now stern, but I could tell he was trying hard not to smile. So I joined him in the game and shook my head.

"No, sorry." I told him, leaning back and opening the magazine again. "Never seen her in my life."

He was shocked, I could tell. He supressed a smile before slipping the photo back into his pocket and sighed. Then he sat down next to me.

"Too bad. She could skip school today. You know, I could take her out from Math, and History and everything... and if I don't find her, she has to sit in here all day. Poor girl."

I looked at him in disbelief. Was he threatening me? The look on my face made him smile gently as he raised an eyebrow, waiting for my answer. I couldn't surrender. Not yet anyway.

"That's too bad indeed." I replied, looking straight into his eyes, then back down at the magazine.

"Yes." He smiled, staring into space for a few seconds. Then he stood.

"Alright then. Thanks for your help. Bye!"

He slowly began walking away from me. No, no, no he can't leave! Come on, Bravo, think!

"Wait!" I called. Kendall turned around with a victorious smile. He thought he won.

"It's early, the classes only start in half an hour. She can arrive anytime." I told him. Again, he was shocked. After thinking a bit, he shrugged and agreed.

"You're probably right. I'll just wait for her here."

I watched him as he sat down, allowing myself a small but content smile. He, of course saw it and smiled back.

Silence. I continued reading and he continued thinking of a way to win the battle. I was starting to worry. Whatever document he has, we have to give it to one of the teachers soon, otherwise they won't accept it later. Or at all. Meanwhile, Kendall was trying to get my attention by whistling, stomping his feet and leaning back and forth. He soon got bored though and looked at his watch.

"She's still not here. She may just be late, right?"

I was running out of time. If I want to skip school, I can't do that without him. I had to give in.

"It's weird talking about myself in third person." I chuckled and closed the magazine, making Kendall smile.

"Ha! I win!" He laughed, opening his arms out for a hug. "I'm Kendall."

"You won in the game you made up yourself. That's no big deal. " Smiling smugly, I hugged him around the neck, burying my face in his shoulder. "Ciara. You probably know that though."

He let out a laugh, gently patting my back and then nodded.

"Yeah, I know." He let go and leaned back, sitting a little closer to me now.

"Can I really skip school?" I asked him eagerly. Kendall chuckled.

"I don't know" He teased. "Can you?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, can I?"

He continued laughing.

"I don't know. I'm serious. It's up to your teachers. I think they'll accept it though." He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and gave it to me.

"Alright then." I said. "Now we just have to find a teacher so we can...-" One of the doors opened in the hallway and the principal stepped out. He's the history teacher as well anyway."-... give it to someone." I finished the sentence and got up.

"Mr. Marvin!" I called. The principal unwillingly stopped and looked at me. I walked up to him with Kendall by my side.

"Good morning, Mr. Marvin." I greeted and Kendall did the same. The principal growled something back, I wasn't sure what. He was clearly in a bad mood. It's not good to have your principal in a bad mood. Especially when he's your history teacher too. Especially when you want to skip school on one of the days you have a history class. Oh boy.

"I wanted to give you this... Umm... This..."

"It states she can skip school today." Kendall gently took the piece of paper out of my hands and unfolded it, then gave it to Mr. Marvin. "She's going to be on a TV Show soon and I'm going to play her brother and the pro...-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The principal interrupted. "Heard of it." He stared at the document for a few seconds before he refolded it. "I can't accept this."

Kendall's eyes widened. I could tell he was trying to remain calm.

"Why not?"

Mr. Marvin slowly put the the document in his pocket and sighed.

"Well first of all..." He looked at Kendall. "Who are you, son, may I ask?"

My future brother extended his hand.

"Kendall Schmidt. I'm going to..."

"I don't care what you're going to do." He totally ignored Kendall's hand. " Are you related to this girl? Is she sick? Did the doctor say she can skip school?"

"Well, no, but...-"

"Then I can't accept this. Only doctors or sometimes parents can allow children to skip school, and you seem to be none of those. Anything else?"

Kendall looked at me, in the "he's-such-an-asshole" kind of way. I shot him an understanding look and and turned to the principal.

"No, I don't think so. Have a nice day, Mr. Marvin."

"Be in class on time, Miss Bravo."

Kendall watched him leave before facing me, a confused look in his eyes.

"What's wrong with him?"

I shrugged.

"He's always been like that. Maybe he's just old. I don't know."

Kendall chuckled and I smiled.

"Guess I have to go to school for a day just like old times, huh?" He smirked.

I nodded.

"Or you can spend a few hours in town. I mean, it's a bit more exciting than six classes."

"Oh gosh." Kendall rubbed his hand over his face. "Six classes?"

I nodded again, grinning. I knew the feeling.

"Alright. "He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'll try to enjoy them then."

My eyes widened.

"You're coming in with me?"

Kendall chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world. You know, just the two of us, without James and Carlos and Logan and the others. It'll be fun."

I looked up at him.

"That's a strange word to describe school."

He laughed and sat back down on the bench. I sat down next to him.

"Is that what you really want though?" I asked. He gave me a questioning look. "Do you really want to spend your day with 12-year-old kids and listen to boring teachers saying boring things?"

"Hey." He gently smiled and put an arm around me, looking me straight in the eye. "You'll be there, too. It can't be boring that way."

That made me smile. Happily, I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed contently. I like having an older brother. I really do.