Chapter 1

I walked slowly behind the man. He was showing me to my room. My new room. My new home. As much as I love my home back in Texas, I couldn't be there anymore. After my parents died I had no reason to be there anymore. I loved the rest of my family, but it just hurt too much to stay there and be reminded of those who were no longer there.

Thankfully, I met Josh the summer before they died at camp here in L.A. He set me up with a job here—working with children, of course. Not just any children, though, I would have the pleasure to work with the children of celebrities. This would be interesting.

It was a long walk from the elevator. We walked down the hall and made a right and continued to walk. I noticed the view. It was spectacular; the sunset made everything look amazing. The buildings were tall and the city was lively. This would be a good change.

"Here we are ma'am," the guys said interrupting my thoughts as he stopped in front of the door. 4D. He unlocked it and carried both my suitcase into the apartment.

Working with celeb babies did have its perks—like really good pay. How else would I be able to afford a place with gold trimming along the walls in the hallway, of all places, and a guy to carry your things to your room? This place was costly.

The guy walked out of the apartment. I took the time to look at his nametag—Sam. "Thanks Sam."

He smiled, "you're welcome."

I walked into my new home.

Just then, another door opened—the one across from me. I was curious as to who my neighbor was, but I didn't know anyone here, yet, so I turned my attention back to Sam.

"Yea man, I'm on my way right now," the person said.

Of course I had never met the person before, but the voice, his, voice sounded oddly familiar. I shifted slightly so I could see who the person was. Kendall Schmidt. Kendall Schmidt! Big Time Rush's Kendall Schmidt? Oh wow, this was exciting!

Sam cleared his throat as Kendall turned his back to us to lock his door, I assumed.

I looked at Sam again, raising an eyebrow.

He held out his hand and then rubbed his fingers together.

"Oh! You want a tip?" I asked him.

He nodded.

I smiled, "Here's a tip: People are more likely to give you money when you don't ask for one."

I heard a chuckle and I looked over towards Kendall and saw him staring at us.

"Thanks again, Sam. I'll see you soon," I told him as I closed the door. I took a deep breath and turned around. Time to unpack and start a new life. I pulled my suitcase with all my clothes into the room, and left the other on in the living room.

I came back out and evaluated the room. It had new furniture that fit the room well. The kitchen was fully stocked with dishes and goodies. In all, it was a fully stocked apartment—it just needed a personal touch. I was about to unpack the second suitcase when there was a knock on the door.

"Sam," I said as I approached the door and opened it. "I thought I told you I wasn't gonna give you a—" I stopped. "You're not Sam," I continued, making it sound like a question.

He smiled, "No, I'm not."

"Of course not," I said slightly embarrassed. "You're Kendall Schmidt of big time rush."

He nodded, "Yes, I am. And… You are?"

"I'm," I started, but didn't get to finish because his phone started ringing.

He looked at me apologetically and then answered. "Dude, I told you I'll be there in a minute. I don't know why you're freaking out so much; you live on the downstairs, just calm down." He then hung up the phone. "Sorry, you were saying?"

"I'm a big fan who doesn't wanna get in the middle of anything, so you should probably go." I told him.

"Is that what I'm supposed to call you? 'Big fan who doesn't wanna get in the middle of anything, so you should probably go?' That's a pretty long name."

I laughed and held out my hand, "Casey. My name is Casey."

He took my hand in his, "Casey. That's pretty."

I blushed.

"Well, Casey, who is a big fan and doesn't wanna get in the middle of anything so I should probably go; it was nice to meet you. I hope I get to see you soon," he said with a smile.

"I'm sure you will," I said as I smiled back at him. "… But you kinda have to give me back my hand and leave before you can."

He chuckled and let go, "Right, see ya around."