For the past week or so, this story has been begging to be written on paper in my head. I know in "You Just Never Know" I said I had an idea for this story, but now I am publishing it. I know I have two stories I'm in the middle of working on lately, but I hope I can do this if I put my mind to it. And if anyone asks why James again, I'm going to say because of how perfect his cocky attitude will fit in here. Plus he's a sexy beast who deserves to be in more stories. But, I am thinking of Carlos and Kendall stories, and I have an opening chapter of a Logan story written in my documents that I originally typed for Creative Writing. However, looking at it, I realized I could work with this. You can also expect some more smut in the works. I have titles written down of songs to use for inspiration, but have yet to create stories. But don't you worry, you'll see what I whip up for you!

But, here is a little bit of a different approach of James and the guys. They are still in Big Time Rush, but it's obviously with the names Diamond, Mitchell, Knight and Garcia. Each guy has their own apartment, which comes into the basis of the plot of this story. I am using 2J as James' apartment number, but it's not at the Palmwoods. But, enough of me talking, now onto "Day by Day"!

~Chapter 1: A Not So Welcome to L.A.~

Hell to the yeah, I'm in L.A baby! Now would be a perfect time to give a shout-out to those people who didn't believe me when I said I'd come out. Well FUCK YOU here I am! Wow, that sounds a little mean, but I don't really care… You'll learn my personality some time…

Guess I should give a brief profile of myself first. Well uh… I'm Sabrina Davis, 18 years old, 5 feet 5 inches (if they stack shit that high…) green eyes, dark brown hair, in shape… well I try to be… and uh, I just moved to L.A. to become an actress… Hm, sounds like an online dating profile. And a terrible one too. I wouldn't even date myself, and that's pretty sad. Maybe I could throw in something about being kinky, but don't think that would help my game either. At least not in this circumstance, but maybe later on…

But right now nothing is helping me with lovely moving day. I'm standing outside this apartment building waiting for the manager to get his ass down here and help me. It's HOT as HELL, and this is not an outfit to sweat in. If I was knew I was going to be out here for almost an hour waiting, I would have put sunscreen on so I don't come out looking like a tomato. But instead, I'm leaning against the moving truck in a pair of skinny jeans and a black V-neck. Bad choice to wear dark colors on a day like this, but it looked cute! Don't judge!

The manager finally came down the steps with the paperwork and key in his hands, spotting me and walking over. "Sorry about waiting so long, I got held up in my office."

Yeah right, I don't see your hair plastered to your face or sweat stains on your clothes. "Oh that's okay, I just would like to get into my apartment now," I politely requested, forcing a smile. See I can be polite, even though I kinda feel like ripping his head off with my teeth. But I'll be nice. For now…

He nodded his head and stared at the moving truck I was still leaning on. "Sure-sure thing, follow me…" Oh god he's stuttering, what's wrong with the place?

I assume things quickly, that's one of my bad attributes. But whatever it is, it's probably small. Leaky faucet, older furniture with the mysterious stain that no one knows where it came from, or a tiny bug thing… Who the hell am I kidding I swear to god if this place has bugs I'll kill him so he'll be my bait. OH HOLY SHIT WHAT IF THERE ARE RATS IN EVERYTHING? I CAN'T SLEEP IN A BED WITH RAT DROPLETS IN IT!

I need to stop freaking or else this guy will think I'm a maniac and kick me out of the apartment. I'll just close my mouth and think about puppies. Puppies are cute. Except the ones with rabies… NO SABRINA GOOD THOUGHTS NOW PLEASE. God he's staring at me. He's holding the contract with two hands now he's going to rip it- oh wait no he's just switching hands… phew.

I followed him up the steps to the second floor, down the carpeted hallway to the door that read 2J. He turned to me and lifted his hand with the key. Ooh I get to open my apartment door myself and make it all dramatic with a gasp and- wait, nope. He's opening it. Nevermind.

He turned the key and kicked the door open, letting me step in first and observe the place. Hm, I see there's already food stocked in the kitchen… and some on the counters… Wow do they even clean a place like this seriously it looks like they let wild animals trample through. Plus there's a rag draped over a love seat let me move it- EW IT'S UNDERWATER OMFG DROP IT ABORT AND STEP AWAY FROM THE HORRID THING BEFORE IT CRAWLS AWAY ITSELF.

I kicked that nasty piece of clothing away with my foot and walked up to the kitchen counter. "Did maintenance even clean this place?" I asked, my face crinkling at the pile of dirty clothing near the small hallway leading to the bedrooms. "I mean look at it, it looks like someone living this place…"

The manager faked a smile and gave me this look. Oh dear, here comes the bad news. I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING! "Yeah about that… You kinda have a-"

"What the hell is all this noise in my room?" Woah, MY room? EXCUSE ME WHAT? Yeah you better slink away Mr. Manager Guy, I know you can see my death glare. And it ain't pretty…

I just stood there in the room watching the manager, eventually seeing movement out of the corner of my eye. That kinda made me whip my head around to look at whoever was there. Ouch, whiplash… But oh boy what do we have here. Hm, it's a guy, probably between 18 and 20 himself, brown hair, better looking eyes than me, shirtless OOH HELLO YOU'RE BUILT, muscular, tall, VERY tall, broad shoulders… Oh god I'm intimidated now… And a bit turned on. Nothing like seeing a delicious shirtless man in my apartment.

WAIT WAIT HOLD UP A MINUTE OH GOD I THINK I KNOW. MY APARTMENT, HIS APARTMENT, THIS MANAGER IS WAKING UP ON A DESERTED ISLAND WITH A HUNGRY TIGER NEXT TO HIM OR SOMETHING HOLY FUCK I'M NOT LIVING ALONE AM I.

Well… this was unexpected. Especially this guy in a pair of tight jeans. Outlines his nice features, good for me. The giant (yeah I don't know his name so that's what I'm calling him for now) took a step forward, drying his hair with the towel in his hands. Oh my, the water on his chest is glistening he just took a shower DAMN YOU MANAGER I COULD HAVE SEEN HIM IN A TOWEL IF YOU DIDN'T WAIT SO LONG.

"Hey, sexy. Hope you handle the Diamond." Oh no, I smell cocky attitude. I don't do well with cocky. What did just do with his hands? That's a different face, especially with the fingers in front too. Well, this is just lovely. I'm calling him Mr. Ego from now on. Sounds like it fits…

No no, he needs to learn something. Crossing my arms, I put my weight on my hip and tilted my head to speak. "Well Mr. Ego, let's get a few things straight. First off, my name is Sabrina. Not sexy…" God, I sound like I'm talking to a toddler. An extremely hot toddler whose head is going to explode because of his ego. "Second off, I can handle almost anything. Expect for cocky slobs who think they can turn a girl into putty with a single word or action. So don't think your little charm is going to work on me…" Okay, whatever you do, don't stare into his eyes. Or at his chest. Or at his jeans. OH GOD WHERE DO I LOOK oh wait he has shoes on I'll stare down there. That's not weird…

"Well you're just going to have to put up with this, roommate" he shot back, raising an eyebrow. Oh shit I think I met my match I don't think he's backing down. "You've got a feisty attitude on you, don't ya? But if you must know, I'm Diamond. James Diamond. Such a pleasure to meet you." He reached for my hand and placed a kiss on the top, smirking afterward. Oh no, his charm won't work on me. I'm not happy with being called feisty, even if it is true.

So, I basically laughed in his face and glared at the manager just standing in the corner. "Can't exactly say that same myself…" I remarked, licking my lips and sighing. "Well, this is a lovely welcome, isn't it?" My eyes squinted at the manager gesturing to the door with my head. "Mind if we go talk somewhere? Excuse us, we just need a minute…"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T GET A NEW APARTMENT?!" Oh this little motherfucker is going out the window with the air conditioner in it… wait… THAT BASTARD HAD AN AIR CONDITIONER IN HERE THAT'S WHY HE WAS IN HIS OFFICE FOR AN HOUR! DON'T TRY TO TRICK ME YOU ASSHO- Wait that feels nice. Maybe I'll sit and calm down.

"I'm sorry, Miss Davis! But that is the only apartment we have left with room in it. I'll be happy to give you free television and unlimited water use for a week, though!" He turned in his chair and played with the papers in his hand.

Shifting my legs in the extremely uncomfortable in front of his desk, I snickered and rolled my eyes. "One week of free cold water and Animal Planet re-runs isn't going to make me happy," I growled, placing my hands on the edge of the desk. "You have to be joking. I can't live with… that."

He breathed out and rubbed the top of his head, putting his elbow on his desk. "As I said, I'm sorry, but you are going to have to. You chose this complex for a reason. This is only a small bump in the road." Ha, I'll turn you into a bump in the road.

"Do you think I would have stayed here if I knew I was going to be living with a guy? That I don't even know either?"

"Clearly you know who Mr. Diamond is…" he slowly said, scrunching his eyebrows. "The band Big Time Rush?"

"Big Time what?"

"I guess you don't then… Well, it's an extremely popular and famous boy band. He's one of four, along with Logan Mitchell, Kendall Knight and Carlos Garcia. They all live in L.A. as well." Are you kidding me? Mr. Ego has friends in this town? I can't even put up with him, and it's been less than an hour! Well, there goes a good time in L.A.

My hands played with the bottom of my flats, slipping it on and off my foot. "Boy bands, hmph… I don't have anywhere else I could stay, at all? Not even a little?" I questioned, batting my eyelashes a little and leaning forward. Nothing wrong with using what my momma gave me to get a better apartment. Not like I'm having sex with him or anything, just trying to use some sex appeal. Now I'm kinda thankful I wore a V-neck…

I could see him swallow nervously in his seat, trying not to let him eyes wander on me. After a few seconds of silence, he crossed his hands on the desk and pulled his seat in. "This is what I'll do, okay? Give it one month. Just one. If you aren't happy there, I will find you your own place in this building. First month's rent on me, too. Can you do that?"

Sitting there, I thought about what he was proposing. One month with the cocky Mr. Diamond. Only 30 days. Getting my own after that time sounded amazing, even if I could put up with the cocky Mr. James Diamond for a month. But, it was worth a shot. Holding out my hand, I nodded my head and stared at him. "Deal."

"Good." The Manager, whose name I just learned was Mr. Reginald Bitters, shook my head in return. Reginald, that's a different name. I can only imagine his mother yelling at him: Reginald Bitter, get over here! Haha, wait don't laugh. We are still shaking hands. Ok, he let go. Now smirk. "Well, welcome to L.A. Here is your key. Have a nice day." He quickly dropped the key in my hand and ushered me to the door, pushing me out and shutting it behind it.

Wait, I just got kicked out practically before I changed my mind. I had to fight every fiber in my being from kicking down the door and stapling his tie to the desk. Or giving a few threats, friendly of course… Who am I kidding? His pants would weight a load after I was done with him. Literally.

Getting up, I walked out the office area and felt the heat slap me right in the face. How lovely, I'm baking in the sun again. Might as well stick a fork in me and call me done. Please don't, I don't need someone chasing me with a fork.

Groaning, I opened the moving truck door and mumbled "Yeah, welcome to L.A. my ass…" Well, this is going to be an interesting experience… If I don't kill someone, I'm good. That's the only thing I'm hoping for right now. What a way to begin my day.

Like I said, this has been in my mind for a while now. I have so many ideas of where to go in this story, involving James and the other three guys too. But I hope you like the first chapter, and the introduction to this story! I have no idea when I'm going to be updating this, but I will be typing as much as I can to get my now three stories updated. I'm just on a roll right now. But, please review loves!