I'm making it so Katie was twelve when the band first started

(I think that's how old she looked). And lets not forget that the boys didn't even have permits; therefore, they must have been fifteen. If you don't like, deal with it. In this story, Katie is 16 and the guys are 19.

xoxo Kaelynn

(Katie is a bit OOC at the beginning, but gradually she gets more Katie-ish. And plus we don't know what she's like at sixteen.

Nine in the Afternoon Ch.1

"Hi, Gustavo," I say as I walk into the Roque Records recording studio. He is sitting in his big black chair next to Kelly, who is in turn listening to headphones.

"Do you know where I can find the guys?" I ask him, and he nods.

"They're working on some choreography in the dance studio," he half-shouts at me, his normal volume.

I turn an about-face, almost spilling the tray of smoothies I have balanced on one hand. I walk to the dance studio in silence, thinking about what a lousy morning I've had.

When I reach the studio Kendall jumps up to greet me. "Thanks, Katie!" he says.

"No problem," I say with a smile, and then suddenly get serious. I hold out my hand, palm upturned. "That'll be twenty bucks."

He sighs. "I was kind of hoping you'd forget about that." He begins digging his wallet out of his back pocket as the guys come to claim their drinks.

Yes, I am Katie Knight, sister of Kendall Knight, member of Big Time Rush. Some people are saying they are getting a bit old to be in a boy band; I don't agree, because they are only 19.

Okay, so maybe they are a bit too old.

You would think they'd have their own apartments by now. But who wants to sacrifice a life at the Palm Woods?

Logan grabs his smoothie with extra enthusiasm, and I guess that it was probably because of all the coffee he sucked down this morning.

"Thanks, Katie!" Carlos exclaims brightly when I hand him his Banana-Mango Tango. As much as I hate to admit it, Carlos's cheeriness always manages to put me in a better mood, despite it often becoming annoying within the first few minutes.

And then I hand the tray to James.

I suppose I've had a bit of a crush on him since I was twelve, when the band first started. My brother and his friends were then only fifteen, Logan being the only legal driver.

But in these past two years, I've grown to love James Diamond.

Don't get me wrong; I've always loved the guys like brothers, (or, as I've told Carlos, like a sister), but in these last two years, I've become heartbreakingly in love with James. I would never admit it to a soul (besides Carlos, he is my main confidant.), and I'm pretty sure it would freak Kendall, Logan, and James out. Carlos doesn't care, in fact supports me. That's where the sister part comes in. I suppose Carlos is my best friend, in a way.

"Um, Katie," James says, pulling me out of my reverie. "Could you let go?"

I realize that I still have one side of the tray clutched in my hand.

"Oh," I said, and quickly released it. Carlos gives me a knowing look, and I step on his foot.

"Don't worry," Kendall says, looking at Logan. "She was just in-"

Cue Logan. "OUTERRR SPAACCEEE!" they chorus, wiggling their fingers. I roll my eyes.

"You guys are such idiots," I say with my signature scowl.

"That's why you love us," Logan says, giving me a bear hug.

"Ugh, get off of me!" I exclaim, wrinkling my nose in mock-disgust.

I glance at James, who is looking in the reflective glass of the wall and doing his 'Cuda' moves. I sigh, wondering when I became that girl, the one who obsesses over her appearance around a guy, who falls in love.

I know he'll never want to be with me. My sixteen year-old body isn't nearly as developed as that of the women who go after James. I get plenty of guys asking for my number, but I am not as pretty as the girls after him. My mother says I have natural beauty, and Carlos (being his good, sisterly self) agrees. I try to wear just the right amount of make-up to accentuate my big brown eyes. Sometimes I actually feel confident until I walk out of the apartment and see him flirting with some blonde bimbo.

And, of course, I am his best friend's little sister.

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