"Let's go do something for your birthday, Caitlin." Logan Henderson, my boyfriend, said while shooting hoops in my room.
"What?" I asked, looking up from my book.
"You know, for the big two - zero." Logan said, getting up and taking the plastic basketball from my room's floor.
"What?"
"I know you can hear me." He said, throwing the basketball at my head.
"Ow. My birthday's like a month away." I said, looking at him, rubbing my head.
"Soo? We can start planning today!" He exclaimed, grabbing a notebook and a pen off my desk and sitting next to me on the bed.
I sighed and sat up, ready to hear his big plans. I met Logan a month ago and I never would have thought that a month later, I'd be his worldwide girlfriend. That's right people. I, Caitlin Greene, a normal 19, soon to be 20 year old, was dating Logan Henderson. I'm actually very surprised he remembered my birthday. I believe his is September 14. That's in two months! Note to self: Must get him awesome gift.
"Hmm, how about a huge birthday bash at Palm Woods?" Logan asked.
"Too big."
"Okay, how about dinner on Boardwalk?" Logan blows a raspberry.
"Too extravagant." I sighed.
"Um...I got it! A night in Paris!"
"Logan, do we HAVE to do something on my birthday?" I asked, flinging a pillow at him.
"Uh, yeah. Pretty much."
I sighed as my cell phone rang.
JAMES: U N Logan want 2 go swimming?
"Who is it?" He asked.
"James. Asking if we want to go swimming."
"Oh, good idea. It's hot today."
"Okay, I'll leave." I joked, winking.
He grabbed me by my waist and tickled me. I laughed and fell back on my bed. He fell on top of me and we were face to face, body to body. He kissed me from my neck to my forehead.
"Stop it! I'm ticklish!" I exclaimed, still laughing.
"I love you." He murmured.
"I love you, too."
He kissed me on my lips and got up. "C'mon. Let's go. I'm scorching hot!"
I went inside the washroom to change into my bathing suit while Logan changed into his swimming trunks. I put on my two piece blue bikini and slipped a shawl over me. It could be chilly. When I came out, Logan was on my bed, with a stressed look on his face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him, throwing my other clothes on a chair.
"What? Nothing." He said, surprised I was done so fast. I gave him a questioning look but he waved me off. "Seriously." He assured.
We got into his car and drove away, to the beach where we'd be meeting the others.
I couldn't help but wonder - why was he so stressed from texting? I shook the thought off. It was probably nothing. I mean, Logan would tell me, right?