Logan had been my best friend since i could first remember, literally, every memory since I was little has consisted of Logan. In those memories I'm just a small girl, about four years old, and he's about six he's two years older than me. I miss the days when I could walk three houses down and see my best friend. It's different now. I still live in Texas and he's living his dream in California. I always knew he would go far.

I have a wonderful life here in Texas, but sadly I spent the last two years helping out my family who's business went under. My mom had to start working again as a nurse, always working long hours, she was never home. My dad tried so hard to keep the business afloat. So, that left me caring for my two younger siblings. I had been the oopsie child, my mom had me when she was only eighteen, but somehow managed to make a great life for me with help from my dad. he two younger kids were only ten and eleven, so they couldn't fend for themselves while out parents worked so hard. I decided to defer college for these past two years to help out, but now on my 20th birthday i'm heading out to California to start at UCLA. It had been my dream since I was young to go to school here, I worked so hard to keep my grades up and I had landed myself a full ride for all four years.

Now that my family is back on top I finally can take advantage of my scholarship.

"Rachel! We're leaving in ten minutes get your ass down here!" My mother yelled up the stairs that morning. I took one last sweeping look at my old room and jogged down to the car.

The drive took two days and a total of 23 hours on the road. It was tough. My mom and dad had come to help me move in, but we had left my two younger sisters at home with grandma kurt, my mothers mom, they would only get in the way[not to be mean] while we were moving in.

I had decided not to live on campus like many other freshmen, I was two years late going into college so I decided that getting an off campus apartment that would make it easier on me. Living with a bunch of younger girls would not suit me. I didn't usually play nice, boys were better friends for someone like me.

After moving everything into my apartment my parents said their goodbyes heading for home. Luckily, they had left me with my car so I wouldn't have to walk the three miles to campus or take the bus.

As I sat in my newly furnished apartment overlooking the city I thought about him. Logan and I had tried to keep in contact at first, but that eventually faded as he and his band got bigger and started traveling. I had met the rest of his band mates, Kendall, James, and Carlos, once before and they all seemed like great guys. It would have been nice to have a friend in the city now. Logan had long since changed his cellphone number because of all the fans who had gotten ahold of it, so I couldn't try to call him.

Weeks passed as I got used to my new life, I had started classes and was really beginning to enjoy myself. I had made a few friends, mostly girls much to my dismay, but they were all chill so we got along well.

"Rach! Look what I just got!" My new friend and neighbor, Cathleen, yelled in my face as I walked out of the elevator onto our floor.

"What could possible be important enough for you to wait in front of the elevator for me to come up?" I sighed.

"well, for your information, I just nailed down two tickets and meet and greet passes to the Big Time Rush show this friday!" she squealed.

'Oh lord' I thought "That's great!" I said with mock enthusiasm. What was I going to do? What if I got in that meet and greet line and Logan recognized me? Or what if he didn't? Oh dear God that would be awkward!

"I know! I can't wait! I've always wanted to meet them! I absolutely love their music!"

We talked for a few more minutes about the show before I made a break for my room. I was terribly tired and now on top of being tired I was anxious.

The next few days leading up to the concert were agonizing. I could sleep, I couldn't eat, and top of it all I couldn't find an outfit to wear! As a twenty-year-old young adult I am very fashion conscious.

a/n: so i'm finally getting back into writing after a year of none at all other than school. i really hope you like this!