You jumped out of a taxi, your pink flats hitting the pavement lightly and made your way into the complex heading straight to the front desk. Dragging your suitcase and duffel bag behind you, you made sure that you didn't bumped into anything. Reaching your destination you smiled at a fat man with a jelly donut in his hand.
"Welcome to the Palm Woods," the man said with fake happiness and some of pre-eaten piece of the donut landed in front of you... "How can I help you?" You backed away a little, just to make sure that none of his food will land on your favorite white summer dress, which you bought last year in Paris. Trying to be nice, you once again put on your best smile and with a small sigh you spoke to the man.
"Hi! I'm _ Audeet and I booked an apartment under my surname." He read through a few files, wrote something down in the computer and with a feigned smile reached for the key-card.
"Ah, yes Mrs. Audeet." His creepy smile sent a chill down your spine and out of curiosity you read his name tag as he handed you yours keys.
"Mr. Bitters." He nodded his head and you couldn't stop a thought that his name suits him. "Thank you." You added politely grabbing the key card and hiding it in you purse.
"You'll be in 2K, next to the hockey heads. Have a Palm Woods day." Mr. Bitters with a wave of his hands shooed you, so you walked to the elevator, dragging all of your equipment behind you.
"Hockey heads?" You laughed a little at this nickname. You pressed the 'up' arrow and waited for the elevator to come. Shuffling on your feet, you played with your phone, sending a text message to your best friend Savannah.
'Hi grl! Up in PW. This spring brake might be boring ;/ Xxx - Audeet'
You heard a dinging noise and without looking up you started to walked into the elevator. You jerked your head up as soon as you hit something hard, but too warm to be a wall. Falling back on to your duffle bag, you moaned a light 'ouch' as your back made a contact with something hard inside your carrier.
"Shit..." You muttered closing your eyes in pain, tears threatening to fall. You heard a gasp and soon two strong arms brought you back into standing position.
"You're okay?" A soft male voice ringed thru you ears, but you didn't dare to open your eyes. "Ay..." You heard the voice once again. "Please open up your eyes." The panic in his words was almost touchable. You squeezed your eyes harder and than fluttered them open. "Hi!" Closing your eyes for a while you took a deep breath and opened them again, just to find a deep brown eyes looking back at you. "Your ok!"
"I am?" You looked shocked at him, but then snapped out of it and freed from his grip. "I mean, yep I am. My back is hurting a little, but I'll be fine." You smiled at the stranger and then ogled him up and down. It was a teenage boy, at least your age or maybe one-two years older. He was well build, a few inches taller than yours 5 feet 7 inches. He had a short spiked, dark brown, almost black hair, which went well with his light skin tone. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and black jeans. You looked a little longer at his face and than a shocked expression was written all over your face. You didn't even realized when he came closer to you.
"Let me see your back.." He smiled a genuine smile at you and it made you instantly trust him. "I'm Logan by the way."
"I know. Big Time Rush. I'm a fan." You smiled brightly at him. "Not a huge, psycho one, but a fan." You tried to defend yourself, only making you feel more embarrassed.
"Good to know." His laugh rings in your ears and it was so infectious that you laughed along. "So would you like me to check your back? I wanted to be a doctor if this..." He motioned his hands in circle. "... wouldn't work."
"Wouldn't checking my back here seem a little... I don't know... weird?"
"Well..." His face tinted a light pink color. "I think it would, but I can make all of it up to you, by going up to your apartment with you, dragging all of your bags for you and than checking if you're hurt, kay?"
"Still sounds a little creepy for me since I just met you." You laughed. "But it's ok. Come on!" Logan grabbed all of your bags and fallowed you into the elevator and next to your apartment.
"2K..." He smiled at you. "I live right next door. Your bedroom wall is probably one of our bedrooms wall too." He ranted randomly.
"Nice." You laughed as you entered your apartment with him fallowing you. "Wow..." You mumbled as you ogled your living room. "If the rest of the rooms are like this, I'm fine with that."
"You're apartment is way better than ours before the renovation. How did you do this?"
"Well... My father is a good movie director and my mom used to be a model, so I'll say we are reach enough to afford that kind of place." You answered mater of fact. "But I'm not spoiled!" You waved your hands frantically in front of Logan's face. "Not even a little." You didn't want him to think that you were another spoiled girl in this world, that has everything on the snap of her finger.
"Chill." He laughed grabbing your hands and putting them down. "I know you're not spoiled. And even if..."
"I'm not." You stomped your feet, making your point clear.
"And EVEN IF a little, I would be fine with that." He smiled at you and a light blush appeared at your face.
"Shut up..." You shoved him playfully. "I thought you were the shyest one?" You looked at him with sparkling eyes. "Does the magazine lie to us, fans?" In mocked anger you put your hands on your hips glaring at Logan.
"That's how paparazzi work!" He laughed at your weak attempt to play mad. "But sometimes, I am shy." He rubbed the back of his neck in nervous manner.
"Yeah, right." You started to unpack, laughing slightly at the boy. As you were talking out your clothes, Logan came up to you and just stood there smiling goofily at you. "What?" You looked dumbfounded as you tossed away your black bikini.
"Nothing." He shrugged his arms, still looking at you with this odd face. You raised your eyebrow at him and finally he answered. "What would you said if I would invite you to lunch?"
"As friends?"
"As friends."
"Than yes, I would love to go." He grabbed your hand pulling you out of your apartment and straight into 2J. "I'll be right back, just let me take something." You looked at him with an 'okey?' look on your face and soon you were standing alone in the middle of Big Time Rush living room.