So this is my first fanfiction in a while; I started up a new account. I'm a huge fan of BTR, and have read a lot of fanfiction for it:) so I decided to take a shot and write my own. I was watching 'Big Time Photoshoot' the second time it was on and a random thought popped into my head, and I started to think of a story.. so we'll see where this goes. I have a general idea.

Please, feel free to review. I'd love the criticism. Also, I'm sorry this is really short, but I wanted to end it at a certain spot, and couldn't think of much else to fill it with in between.

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone or anything affiliated with Big Time Rush. No matter how much I wish I did..

Logan took the poster from Katie. "Let me see that." She obliged, letting him take it from her hands. Her brother's friends were crazy, annoying, strange, and wild, to say the least, but she didn't really mind being around them. They were basically just extended family; she could survive living with Kendall. She watched the older boy, curious as to why he wanted Dak Zebon's face.

"I'm Dak Zebon and I love you Katie Knight," Logan mocked her favorite teen idol. She rolled her eyes, holding in the laughter she didn't want to release from her lips. No way was he going to get a chuckle for that. It was a relief to her when she actually could laugh, as a crowd of girls seemed to come from nowhere and tackle Logan, leaving his shirt completely messed up.

"Ouchies."

Katie supposed that was the first time she'd ever really felt bad for Logan, or any of the guys. She'd taken pity on them, but they had it coming most of the time with their wild shenanigans.

She sighed, looking at the poster of Dak Zebon that had been hanging on her wall for the past 7 years. Never had she had the heart to take it down; it was just one of those sentimental childhood memories. Even more so thanks to her brother and his friends, and even Gustavo. Well, I wouldn't have been at Rocque Records that day if he hadn't shipped us to California. She smiled for a moment, before realizing she'd have to take the thing down sometime today. It wasn't staying here while she moved; this room was no longer hers. Everything else in the room was packed up, most already in the car. A few boxes lingered, more ready than Katie herself was to leave. Reluctantly, she carefully took down the poster, trying not to rip it, before giving up and tearing it down. Crumpling it in her hands she tossed it in the garbage, and called Logan.

"Logan! I'm ready."

"Good," he said, walking in the room. "Kendall just texted me asking how long you'd be. I told him to be patient, it's not everyday that you move out of your home."

"Thanks," she smiled. "So, just grab whatever boxes, I'll take the rest."

"Alright. You know, everyone's really proud of you. This whole acting career has really worked out for you, hasn't it?" He picked up two heavy boxes, one on top of the other. "It's hard to stay stable in any creative business, but you've changed for the better. No longer are you hustling Palm Woods staff," he laughed as Katie stuck out her tongue.

They walked out of the room, each carrying their share of things, and headed towards the elevator.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm still pretty slick, though, if I do say so myself."

Logan nodded his head to the side in agreement.

"There you guys are. Finally. James and Carlos are over at the house already, Katie; we should get going."

"Fine. But, it is my house, and I'll get there when I want to. Come on, it's not everyday you move out of your home." Logan snorted at this, gaining an amused look from Katie and a confused one from Kendall, who shook his head and helped them load the last of the boxes in the car.

Katie sat in the back, a hand on one of her bags, as Kendall drove with Logan shotgun. She gazed out the window, looking but not really seeing what was outside. Her thoughts were too clouded in her mind, and tears were starting to form in her eyes, preventing her from seeing anything anyway. She was eighteen for crying out loud, why was she crying? Because she missed her mommy? She hadn't truly needed her mom since she was little; being independent was just her way. It hadn't sunk in until about now that she was actually leaving home. It had never occurred to her that she'd actually miss it that fucking much.She lifted her left hand up to her eyes and gently wiped away her tears. Be strong, Katie. This is a new beginning. New memories to make. New people to meet. New insane bosses to deal with. And you're only minutes from home. Well, your old home, anyway.

She looked forward to see Logan looking at her, a sympathetic smile on his face. Embarrassed, she looked the other way, pretending to be distracted by something outside. Why did he have to do that to her? She was already embarrassed enough to be crying privately. Why did he have to see her? And why did he always have to be so nice? That was his problem. Too nice. Too smart and logical and realistic. Too, everything. Sometimes she wished her brother had found normal friends back in Minnesota to take with him. Even making normal friends at the Palm Woods would have been nice, but, well, that's just impossible to accomplish. But then, she wouldn't have the great support system that was James, Carlos, and Logan.

"We're here," Kendall turned in his seat, smiling brightly at his younger sister. She was finally an adult, and he was so proud of her. He'd do basically anything to see her happy, and was surprised by the almost regretful expression on her face. "What's wrong, Katie?"

"I don't know if I can do this." Did she say that out loud?

"Do what?"

"Move. Start my own life. I don't know."

"Of course you can. You're my sister, aren't you?"

"Don't get such a big head. You're not all that great," she smirked.

"Ahh, there's the Katie I've grown to know and love."

Rolling her eyes, she got out of the car, looking at the street that surrounded her. It was pleasant and friendly looking, the kind of place you'd love to grow up in as a kid, with nice houses and tree filled yards. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too many little rascals around to distract her, Katie thought. Not that she had anything against kids, but she was stressed enough on her own.

She turned her attention to her own house, which seemed smaller than most of the others. It was still grand, but enough for just her. Logan and Kendall had already gone inside, greeted by their two other friends, and she followed suit, carrying her last bag.

This is it, Katie. Home sweet home. Just go on through those doors.

Slowly, she walked up the steps to her newly purchased house. It was weird for her. Yesterday, it felt like, she was still eleven years old. Life was flashing past her at great speed, and she wished it would slow down.