Its been weeks since anyone's talked to me, even my father. I wish I could say it wasn't that bad, but as of last week, I moved into my own place. Overall, I'm not regretting what I did, in fact I'm happy I've been booked with interviews and roles...but I miss my friends.
"I'm such a mess," I complained, holding my head.
"Mikey!" I heard from the other side of my front door.
"What the hell? Just knock?" I whispered.
Opening the door, I was pleased to see my aunt Shelly standing on the other side. Smiling, I moved to let her in.
"How've you been?" I asked, finally noticing the child in her arms.
"Just wonderful...I heard what happened, don't beat yourself up about it,"
I nodded and closed the door, following behind my aunt. Sitting down, I patted my knees, waiting for her to explain the child.
"Oh, silly me...this is Ronnie, I adopted her last year, isn't she just the cutest," My aunt pinched Ronnies cheeks.
"She is...why are you here?" I finally asked.
"Well, you mother invited me to hang out,"
"So why are you here? In my apartment?"
"Because I need someone to watch Ronnie, I can't go party with a two year old,"
"Right, so you just visit when you need something?"
"Please Mikey, just this once," I looked at my aunt and threw my head back.
"Fine, but I don't work for free,"
"Deal," My aunt put Ronnie in my arms and left.
Smiling at the child, my brain finally came to a realization...I don't know how to care for a child. Looking over, I noticed my aunt left a bag of stuff on the floor.
"I don't how to do this...I don't know how to do this!" I panicked.
"Who should I call? Mama Knight hates me now and so does Katie...Logan, he can't possibly hate me...right? Ha, look at me, I'm talking to a baby," I laughed, thinking I finally lost it.
Picking up my phone, I called Logan. Although it seemed like he wasn't going to pick up, he pulled through at the last second.
"What?" Logan answered.
"I need help, I know I haven't been the best person lately...but I truly need help,"
"With what?"
"Just come to my apartment...please,"
"Fine, but if it's not important, I'll leave," Logan hung up.
*Time Skip*
Once Logan got to the apartment, he nearly left. Seeing the child in my arms made him automatically think I was crazy.
"I don't know how to care for a child, why'd you call me?" Logan complained.
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Picture This | Big Time Rush
FanfictionWhen the daughter of Gustavo Rocque is kicked out of the house by her mother, she's forced to go live with her father in LA, little does she know she's in for quite the ride. Surely she did not picture her future like this.
