A/N: OMG I KNOW! Already an update! I know this is starting off slow, but next chapter is Katie's movie and she will run into someone ;) Can't reveal who, though! It would ruin the surprise. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this chapter that just popped into my head. I sat in front of my computer and this chapter was BORN! While I was listening to Big Time Rush ._.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or Big Time Rush's song 'Invisible'. I just think it's a good song and I sometimes dance around in my kitchen while singing it because I'm waiting for whatever I'm cooking to be done ._.

Katie's Apartment. June 13th, 2012. Katie's POV.

"Oh, when the lights go down in the city, you'll be right there shining bright. You're a star, the sky's the limit, and I'll be right by your side. Oh, you know, you're not invisible to me. You're not gonna be invisible!" I sang along to the song that was playing loudly – as much as I was allowed to put it – and opened the oven, pulling out freshly baked Snicker Doodles. I smiled brightly and put them on the ceramic counter.

It was my first day away from home, and I loved it. I could use the bathroom at any time of the day without worrying that James would be there, trying to fix his already perfect hair. I could cook stuff without worrying that Carlos would pop up from behind the counter and eat it all. I could watch a movie in my pajamas while eating junk-food without worrying that Logan would walk in and take away the food I was eating because he considered it 'unhealthy'. I could play a video-game without worrying that Kendall would run in, jump next to me and steel the remote away from me, saying I was doing it wrong.

Okay, maybe I was kind of lonely. I can always invite them for dinner, or go to the apartment for a little visit, but I have many things to do today.

First of all, I needed a job. Either if I had to work at the mall or at the new Starbucks Coffee that just opened. I didn't mind, because tomorrow I could try to book some modeling jobs. I could always call my agent.

Second of all, I had to change the way I look. I still wore my sneakers and high-tops, I still had those old plaid shirts and skinny jeans. And my hair was still brown. Since I like my face the way it is and I don't really feel like paying some doctor to change it, I decided I could just change my hair color, maybe even wear contacts. Everything was planned in a red agenda that I had bought three years ago with my mother, saying it would be for school. I never used it except if I needed to plan my stuff for the time I would move.

But anyways, today was a big day. I had to go shopping for new clothes and I wanted to dye my hair. I know I promised Jo I would stay a brunette, but whatever. She said she might dye her hair brown anyways, even though I told her 'Stay blonde'. So, who cares? I do whatever I want with my brown hair. I could cut it, but I like the length of my hair right now. Right under my shoulder-blades, slightly wavy and I have bangs.

I grabbed a Snicker Doodle and took a bite of it. They tasted exactly like my mom would make them. Even though the recipe was easy, these were still the best cookies ever. Snicker Doodle cookie dough and a whole bag of sugar, mix it together and there you have it. Of course, you have to bake them, but they're still easy to do.

I finished my cookie and turned off the oven, remembering that I had forgotten to turn it off. I sighed loudly and closed the radio and pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail. I sighed and glanced at the clock. It was already 2:37 P.M.

Picking up my cell phone, I walked to my room while dialing James' number. He picked up after the second ring and I rolled my eyes. Of course he would.

"Katie! I've been worried sick! It's already 2:40 and you still hadn't called! I was about to call you, but then Logan said I needed to give you some space, and-" He started before I cut him off.

"You know, it's my life. I do what I want with it." I said, looking at the clothes that I had hung in my closet. "If I feel like calling you, I'm going to call you. And if you call me and I don't pick up, please don't start a search party." I begged. I heard him scoff.

"What? I wouldn't do that!" He said.

"Yes, you would." I heard Carlos say. I smiled, hearing my best friend's voice. James probably had put it on speakerphone.

"Hey Carlos!" I said, taking out black skinny jeans from a hanger. I threw the jeans on my bed and kept looking.

"We're here too, you know!" Camille said. I rolled my eyes again.

"How many people am I talking too?" I asked.

"Well, you're currently talking to James, Carlos, Camille, Jo and I!" I heard Lucy's voice. I put my phone on speakerphone and put it on the small desk that was right beside my closet.

"So, how's your apartment?" Jo asked.

"It's good." I said, taking out a gray tank-top and a red checkered-black shirt from my closet. I smirked and threw them on my bed with the jeans. "It's not as cool as the crib, but it's still pretty nice. I have a living room, a small kitchen, a bathroom for myself, a bedroom and I also have a guest room. I also have closets and other random stuff you find in an apartment." I said, not really wanting to get into detail. Jo knew what was in my apartment; she came with me to visit it the first time I considered buying it.

"Cool. Anyways, sorry we can't talk longer. The guys have rehearsal in 15 minutes and we decided to go hang out by the pool." Camille said.

"It's cool. I have some places to go anyways, so I guess I'll talk to you guys next week!" I said, smiling.

"Next week? No, we agreed that you call ever single day!" James protested.

"Bye guys!" I quickly said before ending the call and leaving my phone on the desk. I sighed and grabbed my clothes, walking to the bathroom. I stripped off of my work-out clothes I had put on this morning for my jogging and I slipped on the skinny jeans, the grey tank-top and the red checkered black shirt. I undid my ponytail and brushed my hair, then my teeth.

I applied some mascara and a bit of lipstick, then walked to my room and shoved my cell phone in my pocket. I glanced at my clock; it was already 3:12. I walked to the entrance and slipped on my black sneakers and grabbed my keys and purse. I opened the door and walked out, making sure to lock the door behind me. I had to go to the hair salon and afterwards, I could shop for new clothes.

A total make-over.