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"So what are you up to today, ragazza dolce?"

Olivia rolled her eyes at her mother, glad they were talking over the phone and not in person.

"Mom, I told you to stop calling me that," she said, embarrassed.

She was at work, sitting in her office, looking over a pile of papers that she found there when she came in this morning. They were all pertaining to some new boy band that she had to interview today.

"Well, I'm sorry but I can't help it."

"You say that every time." She set the papers down on her desk, then crossed her legs before leaning back in her chair. "I have to interview a boy band today."

"Oh, a boy band. Are they cute?"

"Mom! That's weird!" Olivia squealed over the phone. Only her mother would ever make a comment like that. "And I have no idea because I don't have a picture and I haven't met them yet."

"Well, when you're done with the interview, call me and tell me how it goes. I have a good feeling about today, ragazza dolce. A great feeling actually," Maria told her daughter, and it was true. She just felt like her pride and joy would have something lucky happen to her, but she was no psychic.

"Whatever you say mom," Olivia joked, pretending to agree.

The Big Time Rush boys walked into the office of Sixteen magazine, and were greeted nicely by a group of young women, probably a few years older than them. They were here today to be interviewed about their up and coming premiere of their show.

Carlos was still off in space, like he had been for a few days, but no one knew why, and he wouldn't talk about. The other guys figured he was either on some sort of drug (something Carlos would never do) or he met a girl.

On the contrary, James wouldn't shut up about the girl he had met at UCLA the other day when they were filming there. He said even though she hated him now, she'd love him in a month. So, the guys made a bet.

Carlos said it would be two days, Kendall said a week and a half, and Logan said never. They made bets on lots of things, whether it was who would get the most lines wrong while shooting, who could eat the most jellybeans in a minute, or, how long it would take a girl to completely fall in love with James.

"You guys can just hang out here, and Olivia will be out in a few minutes for your interview," Sixteen's office assistant, who was really just Olivia's assistant, Lila, told the boys, and they all filed into the green room. "Let us know if you need anything."

"Alright, thank you," the boys said, a chorus of different voices filling the room. Lila smiled, then closed the door and walked down the hallway to get Olivia to start the interview.

"Twenty bucks this Olivia girl is hot," James said, leaning back on the couch, hitting Logan on the knee.

"Twenty bucks she's had plastic surgery," Kendall said, chiming in. They all chuckled.

"I'm going with James," Carlos said.

"Kendall," Logan said, and the blonde high fived him.

"I can't wait to be twenty bucks richer," Kendall said, a smirk on his face.

Olivia was still on the phone with her mother when there was a knock on the door, then a moment later, Lila poked her blonde head in.

"Your interviewees are here," she said.

"I gotta go mom. I'll call you later, love you," Olivia said, then snapped her phone shut and picked up the folder of information that sat on her desk before grabbing a pen for notes. "Thanks Lila."

The younger girl nodded, then headed back to the lobby of the building, where she manned half of the receptionist's desk. Olivia smoothed down the front of her salmon colored dress as she walked down the hallway, saying a quick few hello's to her co-workers.

She reached the end of the corridor, then turned the handle on the frosted glass door, and was greeted by four guys when she stepped in the room. They were all good looking, two on one side of the room, two on the other. Their conversation stopped, and they all looked up to the brunette standing in the doorway.

Olivia smiled at the guys sitting in the green room, then said "Hi guys."

"Hi," they all said at the same time, looking up at her dreamily.

"I'm Olivia," she said, taking a seat in a red lounge chair. "So let's get this interview started, shall we?" They all nodded in agreement.

"Before we do anything, go around and tell me your names, because I have no idea who you guys are," she laughed.

"Carlos," the Latino started, giving her a wave and a smile. That would be easy to remember.

"Kendall," the blonde said.

Eyebrows, Olivia thought, putting the name with the face.

"James." She looked over at the first guy on her left, who had a confident smile painted on his face.

Flow, Olivia thought this time.

"Logan," the last guy said, and when the brunette looked at him, her breath caught for a moment. She thought he was…perfect, to say the least. And she didn't even know him.

Oh man, this was going to be one long interview.

"Alright, Carlos," she started, pointing at him. He nodded. "Kendall." She turned slightly to the other boys. "James." The tall boy smiled again. "Logan."

She sounded like she swooned, and her cheeks felt hot, and embarrassment flooded her body. This was not how she was supposed to be acting at work. She wasn't supposed to fall for the people she was interviewing.

Especially not ones in a boy band.

"Olivia?"

She snapped out of her thoughts, and looked over at Kendall, who had a hand raised slightly.

"I have a question," he said.

Olivia thought it was odd how he had a question for her, but she smiled and asked him what it was.

"Is that your real nose?"

The boys broke out into a fit of giggles and laughter, and Olivia knew she should've expected this kind of stupid, yet funny, comments from four young guys.

For an hour straight, Olivia could hardly keep her eyes off Logan, and what she didn't know was that when she actually looked away, his eyes were locked on her.

Logan thought she was gorgeous, with her curled brown hair, her modest dress and her personality, and he wanted to take this girl out. He had only had this feeling once before, years ago, when he was still in high school.

But at the same time, this was different. It was…stronger than before.

And Logan knew he couldn't ignore it.