Reader x BTR: Any Kind of Guy - Intro

As you stepped into your new apartment, dragging your suitcase behind you, you pulled out your cell phone to call your mom. You had just moved to The Palm Woods, apartment 3J, from San Ramon, California. Not very far but still a different place. After auditioning you had been chosen as a new soloist for Rocque Records.

"Hello?" you heard you mom say from the other end of the line.

"Hey mom, it's me, (f/n)," you said, "I just got to our apartment and it looks like there's an awesome pool outside of the lobby. I'm gonna change and go for a swim. By the way, the building manager, his name's Mr. Bitters and OH MY GOD you will HATE him. Like, tackle him over the desk hate him."

"Well, sounds like I'll have fun when I get there," your mom responded with a sarcastic laugh. "Well, have fun at the pool. Be back by 4, I found this restaurant that I want to try out for dinner tonight."

"Okay. Love you," you said.

"Love you too."

You hung up the phone and pulled your suitcase to your new bedroom. You changed into your (f/c) swimsuit and tied a matching wrap around your waist. You put on your sunglasses and sun hat, grabbed a towel and your keys, and headed out the door. Only to nearly be trampled by 4 boys running past your door.

You shrieked and jumped back so you wouldn't be trampled. The boys skid to a stop and turned around to see you. They were all wearing their swimsuits too so you assumed they were going down to the pool as well.

They all stared at you for a moment and you stared back. Finally you ended the silence with a "Hi." And they all responded with a synchronized "Hello."

"Umm," you said awkwardly, "I was just heading down to the pool. Is that where you're going?"

"Umm, yeah, we were," the blonde boy said with equal awkwardness.

"Well I guess we might as well go down together," you said quietly. You and the four boys shuffled awkwardly to the elevator. Once you were in you decided to at least attempt some small talk with the still awe-struck boys.

"So, I see our apartments are right next to each other," you said, trailing of a bit.

"Yeah." A Hispanic looking boy said.

"So, If you don't mind me asking," a fairly attractive brunette started, "Why did you move out here?

"Oh," you looked a bit startled, no one had really asked you why you were here before, "I got a solo record deal with Rocque Records so my mom and I moved out here to be closer."

"Seriously? Wow, this is kind of creepy," a smaller boy said, more to himself than you.

"What makes it creepy?" You asked.

"Well," the blonde boy began, "We also have a record deal with Gustavo, we're Big Time Rush."

"Oh! He was telling me a bit about you, well, more like yelling at his assistant about how you guys were supposed to be there." You responded as the elevator reached the lobby. "By the way, I never got your names."

"I'm Kendall Knight, "The blonde boy responded.

"James Diamond," the more than slightly attractive boy said cockily.

"I'm Logan Mitchell," the smaller boy said with a smile.

"Carlos Garcia!" The Hispanic boy responded happily.

"Nice to meet you guys! I'm (f/n) (l/n)!" You replied happily. "Now, let's go hit the pool I've heard so much about!"