A/N: Yo! What up?

I'm not sure who or what is responsible for this story, but I hope you like it. I wanted to do something kind of centered on all of the guys, especially James, so I am.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OC.

Bang a drum, bang it loudly
Or as soft as you need
But as long as my heart
Keeps on banging, I've got a reason to believe

"Sorry, we're full. Our maximum capacity has been reached." That was what the man behind the check-in counter at the Palm Woods had said. Frankie didn't understand how a building that big could be completely filled up. That was something you might hear in, say, an elevator. Frankie sighed and pulled out her phone. She turned around for some privacy, bumping into someone in the process.

Frankie looked up at a guy clad in denim, flannel, and gray Vans. He smiled shyly, backing up so she could have some space. He was attractive, but that was anticipated in LA. He had warm hazel eyes flecked with other colors. It was a beautiful combination. He was pretty tall, with golden hair and unkempt eyebrows. Frankie immediately decided that she like the eyebrows. They gave him character.

"Are you checking in?" he asked, pointing to the desk. Mr. Bitters chewed on his fingernail, clearly uninterested in this conversation. "I'm Kendall, by the way."

"Uh, no. I guess not. But nice to meet you, Kendall," Frankie smiled half-heartedly, shaking Kendall's hand. "Apparently, all the rooms are occupied right now. I guess I'll just have to find another hotel to stay at."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Kendall exclaimed, stopping Frankie with a hand to her shoulder. "Maybe you can stay with me." Frankie gave him a funny look, so he explained himself. "I live with three other guys, my little sis, and my mom. I'm sure it's big enough for you, too."

"You live with three other guys?" Frankie asked incredulously. "Have the rooms been filled up for a while or what?"

"Not exactly," Kendall laughed, "I'm in a band with them. It's called Big Time Rush… have you heard of us?" Frankie's eyes widened and lit up, and she put a hand over her mouth.

"Wait, do you work at Rocque Records?" Frankie asked, gripping her phone a little tighter. "I'm supposed to go there to be the replacement drummer. It's probably for your band! This was the closest place to the building, so I came here as soon as I could, but I didn't know the band actually lived here. What a coincidence." Scout put her hands on her hips. "What was that about a place to stay?"

"Oh, you don't want to shack up with the hockey-heads," Mr. Bitters said, shaking his head. He had somehow conjured up a bowl of chips slathered in cheese dust and he was attempting to suck it off of his chubby fingers. Frankie wrinkled her nose, averting her eyes. "They're practically the dictionary definition of trouble."

"That's not true," Kendall said, making a 'pfft' noise. It was obvious that Kendall knew that they were. "We're not that bad. Don't listen to him, Frankie." Scout raised an eyebrow, a skill she had perfected almost a year ago. She really didn't care. She liked trouble and this Kendall guy seemed pretty cool…

"I'm a fan of hockey, so I don't mind," Frankie said, smiling smugly at Mr. Bitters. He just shrugged and buried his face in his food.

"It's your funeral," he finally said. Frankie grinned and picked up her black metal suitcase.

"Don't worry. I'm not planning on dying anytime soon, but thanks for the concern," Frankie stated. "If it's okay with your mom and your roomies, I'd love to stay with the band I'm drumming for. That'll be very convenient." Kendall nodded, and they took the elevator upstairs together. He gestured to her solitary piece of luggage.

"Didn't you bring anything else?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah, the rest is in my truck," Frankie replied smoothly. "My drums are in there too." Kendall smiled and unlocked the door to his apartment, room 2J.

"A chick that plays drums and drives a truck," Kendall relayed. "That's pretty impressive." He pushed open the door and unveiled a nicer than normal apartment room. There was a sick swirly slide, a sweet orange couch, and a dome hockey set. Another three guys were playing with it, shaking the dome with excitement.

"This place is totally decked out," Frankie complimented, taking in all the sights. Kendall muttered something about how it had looked like a piece of crap when they'd found it. He whistled to get the rest of BTR's attention. Their heads snapped up and their gazes landed upon Frankie, who awkwardly saluted them with a wave of her hand.

"Uh, guys, this is Frankie… what is your last name?" Kendall turned to her again.

"Foster."

"As I was saying, this is Frankie Foster," Kendall continued. "She's the replacement drummer Gustavo was blabbing about yesterday." He rotated his torso so he faced Frankie. "We kind of expected a dude." Frankie shrugged.

"With a name like mine, you could really go either way," Frankie admitted.

"Anyway, there are no unoccupied rooms here at the moment, so I suggested that she stay with us. What do you guys think? All in favor say aye."

"Aye," the three boys said together. Frankie smiled. They had no idea what she was like, but they were inviting her in just like that. What if she were some psycho fan girl?

The one with a clean cut look and pointed tips in his hair stepped forward and held out his hand. Frankie took it and shook.

"I'm Logan Mitchell," he said. He had a dimple in each cheek and an appealing personality. "Welcome to the Palm Woods. And our band, of course." He nudged the guy next to him. He was cute with dark hair, tan features, and an innocent smile. He greeted Frankie politely, not taking his eyes off her to even blink. His name was Carlos.

The last one of them leaned towards Frankie and beamed at her. His teeth were almost blinding. He had long, caramel colored hair and he was wearing a black tank top that showed off his toned arms and chest.

"I'm James Diamond, the face of the band," he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, beautiful." And then he kissed her hand. He actually friggin' kissed her hand. Did guys even do that anymore? He was obviously trying to be flirty, and boy, was he good at it! Frankie pulled her hand away and smiled back. The others rolled their eyes, saying something about "the Diamond Charm". He was probably like that with all the girls he met. Frankie didn't really pride herself on looks. She actually had substance. Like her ability to play the drums.

Little did she know, the guys thought she was kinda cute. She looked a few years younger then them, with her big brown eyes that had folds under them that made it look like she was always squinting and pretty peach lips. She was small, about five foot six, and she had a fit body and a tiny waist. Her hair was partially covered by a furry trapper hat and she wore a loose white t-shirt with Tom and Jerry on it. And she had a cool name.

"What are you guys staring at?" Frankie asked. She looked behind her, but she didn't see anything that significant.

"Hey, Frankie, how old are you?" Logan asked, purposefully changing the subject.

"I'm seventeen, but I'll be eighteen soon," she divulged. "And you guys?"

"We're all twenty-one," James replied, smiling devilishly. His tongue ran over his bottom lip and Frankie gulped nervously. He was kind of intimidating in the way he thought so highly of himself. But you couldn't deny that he was hot.

"Um, Kendall, shouldn't I talk to your mom?" Frankie inquired, moving away from James. "We have to get her permission. Like, now." She sidled up next to him, desperate to get away from James.

"Sure," Kendall said, smiling a little. He could tell that James made Frankie a little timid. He lowered his voice. "James is kind of a player, just so you know. He's gotten to almost every girl here, and most of them don't regret it."

"I was kind of getting that vibe from him," Frankie whispered. She glanced behind her to take a peek at James again and he caught her staring. He flashed her another smile and, this time, she rolled her eyes. He must've figured she was playing hard to get because he winked back at her.

"I'm ready to meet your mom," Frankie declared, "Let's go." Kendall agreed and led the way to his kitchen. Inside, a woman was reading out of a magazine while stirring something in a pot. Every so often, she tasted whatever the substance was and made a face. A little girl was leaning against the silver refrigerator, playing a game on a device. She glanced up briefly, noticed the mystery girl next to Kendall, and then went back to her console.

"Uh, Mom?" Kendall asked, tapping on his mother's shoulder. She turned to him and saw Frankie beside him. "This is our band's new drummer, Frankie Foster. She needs somewhere to stay near Rocque Records. All of the rooms here are filled up, so I wanted to know if she can stay here."

"Just until a room opens up," Frankie added quickly, "Then I'll be out of your hair. If that's okay." Mrs. Knight put down her wooden spoon and smiled in that loving, motherly way.

"Don't be silly," she said, putting a hand on Frankie's arm, "Stay as long as you need to. Katie, do you mind Frankie rooming with you?"

"Yeah, sure whatever," Katie replied, only half-listening. Frankie laughed, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

"I think I'm gonna like it here."

A/N: Yeah, I know that was a lame ending. But I really liked writing this. I've been wanting to write a simple fanfic like this for a while, so I did. The name Frankie Foster comes from a character on Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Awesome cartoon!