AN: So, I recently fell in love with BTR, and this is the child from that love. I wanted to age them a little bit, which is ok, because in reality they're 20/21 -thumbs up- I'll try to keep to the way characters are, please Review to help me get better! And tell me if they're too Mary Sue/Gary Stu, please.
On a warm, sunny day at the Palm Woods in Los Angeles, California, the pool was a wonderful temperature to alleviate the sun beating down into the room. Yet, sprawled out on a chair, a teenager was grumbling to herself. Her flip-flops were on the cement beside her, her toes twitching as she stewed. "'It's too hot,' he says, 'let's go to the pool!' he says. 'Nobody under thirteen is allowed to swim unsupervised!'" the girl mocked, her mimicry high and slightly nasaly. "Stupid brother, I just wanted to nap!"
She crossed and uncrossed her petite ankles, itching one foot with the other, sighing in annoyance. Sleep was nigh on impossible in the noisy room, and she played with her oversized aviator sunglasses, popping them up and down, up and down, up and...down. She paused, holding them on her nose, raising a manicured eyebrow. Across the pool, there were three boys scrambling over each other, she could have sworn they were saying 'called her!' She blinked a few times before shaking her head and resting back against the chair. "Strange famous people..." she muttered under her breath as she tried to get comfortable enough to sleep.
Not even a minute later, her ears twitched, definitely hearing, "James! Come on, you owe me! And I called her first!"
Really? She thought, shaking her head. Calling dibs on someone? That's pretty lame.
Her eyes popped wide open at a crashing sound beside her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the pile of manly limbs beside her. A smiling head found it's way out and tried to act cool. "Hey there, I'm James. You're new right?" he asked, trying to untangle one of his arms. "I'm in a band, though you probably knew that al-"
Whatever he had been about to say, another hand had slid the bandana from his flippy brown hair into his mouth. "I'm Carlos," a voice said, probably belonging to the olive-toned hand sticking out, which she shook gingerly. "In the same band, but I love hockey. What about you?"
Before she could respond, there was a thump, followed by a guy standing up, rolling his shoulder with a grimace. "Erm, sorry about that. It's not exactly the best welcome ever," he said, grinning sheepishly. He ran a hand through his duck-butt dark brown hair, before extending it to her. "I'm Logan, and you've probably guessed we're in the same band. Though, you've probably heard of us before...but, we don't know who you are?"
She shook his hand, her small boned hands seemed a little big on her wrist, and she smiled awkwardly. "Um, Kameo Cooney. What band are you in?" she asked, her voice a little high with confusion.
"Big Time Rush," James said, he and Carlos finally untangled. She raised an eyebrow behind her shades at the helmet on his head.
"Big Time Who?" she asked, relaxing back into her chair, pulling her rainbow striped tube top back over her jean shorts.
"You...you've never heard of us?" James asked incredulously, his hazel eyes wide.
"Um, yeah, not really," she said, feeling more awkward at the gaping stares she was receiving, and looked at her watch-less wrist.
"Are you waiting for someone?" Logan asked, feeling a little silly for bursting over there. What if she was just a visitor?
"Well, not entirely someone, more like the midget that will be climbing out of the pool to start raging at you three..." she said flatly, pulling at a stray black hair from her messy bun.
Hearing that, and the dripping from behind them, they turned around slowly. Behind them was a sopping wet boy, hardly chest height, his small hands curled into fists. "I'm not a midget," he replied, dragging a hand across his tanned face to move his bleach-blonde bangs out of his eyes. He was scowling and glaring something fierce, his bright green eyes reflecting murderous intent.
"Yeah, whatever Deco. You're shorter than a fifth grader, though smarter. Was it a fair trade?" she asked, trying to hide her grin.
He responded by flicking a wet limb in her direction, sprinkling her with water. "At least I'm smarter than you, it's good enough for me," he retorted, peering closer at the guys surrounding his sister. "Hey..."
"Oh yeah, James, Carlos and Logan, from some band I've never heard of. Bi-"
"Big Time Rush. You've really never hear of them?" he sighed, shaking his head. "There are four of them, Kendall is the last one, he's blonde. At least blonder than these guys." He indicated them with a jerk of his thumb.
As if suddenly remembering they were there, his scowl returned, and he brandished his fist at them. "Now, if you'll kindly stop panting after my sister, and retreat, I won't have to kill you."
Kameo sighed, shaking her head as she sat up. "I'm disappointed in your raging abilities, brother dearest. Where are the real death threats? Remember when you swung that two-by-four at the one guy's head? Priceless," she said with a grin, and though nervous, the boys found themselves grinning as well.
"Yeah, that was good, but...they're famous, I might get sued if I actually cause bodily harm..." he said disappointedly, dropping his fists. "Just no touching, hands to yourselves, eyes on her face. Got it?"
"Got it," the three replied in unison, watching as he jumped back into the pool, glaring before he swam away.
Carlos laughed, tugging on his helmet straps. "You're brother is kinda scary."
The other boys nodded in agreement as Kameo laughed and stood up. "Yeah, he's a little way too over-protective," she said, taking her glasses off to see them better.
Her eyes were slightly almond shaped like her brother's, but murky brown instead of bright green, and a small mole on her right cheekbone. She surveyed the smiling threesome before continuing. "Deco, as in Deck-co, but don't call him that, it means Lord, and he gets high and mighty sometimes, so call him Decs, as in, multiple decks, can get a little crazy. I'd listen to his rules, for now anyway," she explained with a small smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
The boys tilted their heads in unison, the same confused expression displayed on their cute faces. She smiled to herself. This could be fun, if Deco was afraid to hit them. "So, do any of you want to stay here and watch my brother while I go take a nap? It was a long drive the last two days, and it's not like he can drive any of it. It would really help me out..." she looked up through her bangs, a slight pout. James and Carlos were instantly clamouring to say they'd stay.
"Thank you," she cooed, blowing a kiss as she slipped her flip-flops on and walked by them with a slight sway.
She held in her laughter until she got to the elevator, and started guffawing- very unattractive. She would have kept going until the elevator came, but someone cleared their throat behind her. Kameo froze and turned around on her heel slowly to find Logan, cheeks a little red. "Um, sorry, I'm not following you, I was just going upstairs too. Your brother doesn't need three people watching him," he explained a little awkwardly.
She giggled and waved it off as she walked into the now open elevator. "That's ok, don't mind my strange laughter, I'm partially crazy-Asian. Like regular Asian people, but crazier," she joked with a wink.
He chuckled as he stood beside her, noticing they were the same height. "The tall kind of Asian?" he teased, wringing his hands behind his back.
She stuck her tongue out and put her hands on her hips. "I did say half Asian, remember."
"Yeah, I know, just teasing."
"I know," she laughed, scrunching her nose as she smiled. "So, floor? I mean, standing in an elevator is great, but I actually do want to have a nap."
"Oh, right, J. You?" he fumbled, pressing the button, finger hovering.
Kameo used his finger to press the H floor. "Is it letters so that there isn't a thirteenth floor?" she queried, receiving a shrug.
After a short, awkward silence, Logan turned to her, smiling nervously again. "Sorry about assuming you knew who we were. Let's try introductions again? I'm Logan Mitchell, from Minnesotta," he babbled a little, sticking his hand out again.
"That's ok, I'm probably one of the few people who don't know who you guys are. Kameo Cooney, Illinois, eighteen, legal guardian of my brother, here for a fresh start, I guess," she said with a shrug, shaking his hand. "I figured since I knew why you were here, you should know why we are too."
His eyes had widened at her saying she was the legal guardian, where were their parents? "That's cool, we're all the same age. Well, not your brother and Kendall's sister Katie, but they're the same age. Um, this is your floor. Maybe when you wake up, come to our apartment and meet the rest of our 'family?'" he asked, making air quotes as the elevator stopped.
She smiled and nodded, stepping out of the elevator. "Sure, Logan, sounds good. As long as there are snacks," she deadpanned, winking before walking down the hall.
He stuck his head out and called after her, the laughter evident in his voice, "I'll make sure there are, Kameo. See you later!"
She guffawed when he nearly got his head caught in the doors, playing with the key between her fingers. This was definitely going to be an interesting place to live.