Hi everyone. A few months ago I saw a promotional video for the song Overjoyed by Matchbox Twenty when their new album came out. I've loved them for years. I really liked the song right away and not long after that they made an official music video to the song. I absolutely love it and for the past few weeks I have been playing it on repeat. It's a beautiful song and I somehow got this idea in my head and it wouldn't let go every time I listen to the song, so I thought I'd give it a try. This is the first time I will write a story based on a song and in Logan's POV, so bear with me.

I don't own anything. I don't own Big Time Rush, nor do I own the song by Matchbox Twenty.

I would love to hear your feedback on this story, so feel free to leave me a review. And don't worry, I'm still working on Suddenly Everything Has Changed and Our Little Miracle. I will update them both soon.

If you have a minute to spare, please check out the song Overjoyed by Matchbox Twenty! It's a beautiful song! :') Now without any further ado, here is Overjoyed. Enjoy! :)

I hum the catchy new tune we were working on in the studio last week, as I pull into the driveway. After I turn off the ignition I grab my phone to go on my twitter account.

'Finished the 1st ep of BTR today...let the good times roll!' I type in before I send out the tweet, close twitter and grab my keys before I get out of the car and head to the door.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning on Saturday, I just got home from the set of Big Time Rush where we had our first week of shooting new episodes for season 4.

Yes, as you might have guessed by now, I am Logan Mitchell from Big Time Rush. My friends Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia and I have all enjoyed our vacation time after our summer tour has ended a few months ago. And we all enjoyed the holidays. I went home to Dallas back in Texas to visit my family and spend Christmas there. And for New Year's Eve I went to New York with Kendall. The airline had messed something up, but I managed to get to New York in time.

In the meantime we have been going to the studio several times to record new songs for our upcoming third album. And this week we started filming season 4 of our tv show. Vacation was fun, but I'm excited to be back at work.

Even before I reach the door to my house, my phone starts to beep, alerting me I received a new text message. I already know who sent it, even without looking at my phone. It's from one of my best friends, Danielle. I set a certain ringtone for her messages and calls, so that I know it's her.

'I know it's late, but Skype date? Like the good old days?' the text message shows.

'Isn't it wayyy past your bedtime? ;)' I chuckle as I type in my response and send it before I open the door and step inside.

'Can't sleep. :('

'I just got home, gimme 10 minutes. :)' I reply before I hang up my jacket and quickly make sure all the doors are locked.

I head into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before I walk upstairs to my bedroom. I throw my backpack in the corner and place my fitted on the dresser. I then walk up to my bed to turn on the small light on the nightstand and place my bottle of water and phone next to it before I grab my laptop from my dresser, place it on my bed, open it and turn it on. As it's starting up I head into my bathroom to brush my teeth and check if I look decent enough.

A few minutes later I'm done and I return back to my bedroom where I start to get undressed and leave my boxer briefs on. I grab an old t-shirt from my dresser and put it on before I climb into bed where I rest against some pillows that are against the headboard. I pull the blanket over myself and grab the laptop and place it in my lap.

My hands start shaking as I'm opening Skype. The second I am signed in and online, I receive an invitation from Danielle. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves before I answer the call.

"Hey." She smiles softly.

"Hey Dani." I smile as I use her nickname.

I'm overjoyed to hear her voice again. It's only been a few days since I last saw her and we've been texting in the meantime, but hearing her voice is different. I love hearing her voice. I can see she's sitting in bed in her hotel room.

"Nice hair." She chuckles.

"Don't make fun of my hair." I fake pout as I run my hand through my matted down hair, which makes her laugh.

"I just got home from set. Had a shower before I went home and just put on a fitted when I left."

She is still laughing and I can't help but smile. She has a beautiful smile and her laugh is just adorable.

"So what's going on?" I ask her.

"What? I can't Skype with my best friend?" she asks pretending to be hurt.

"It's one in the morning in Los Angeles and four in the morning in New York." I inform her and just look at the camera.

"I couldn't sleep." She sighs as her facial expression changes.

"Did something happen?" I ask a bit worried, but Danielle just shrugs her shoulders and remains quiet.

"Danielle Elizabeth Harper, what happened?" I ask again using her full name, knowing she hates it.

"I sent Chelsea my two weeks' notice email this afternoon." She answers as she bites her bottom lip before she looks down and avoids looking at the camera.

Danielle has been working for Chelsea Elliot for about a year now. Chelsea is the owner of ChEll Designs, I wonder how long it took her to come up with that name. She's L.A.'s new fast rising fashion designer. But I heard it's not a joy to be working for her. Danielle told me several things about her and the things she made her do. Right now, Danielle has been staying in New York all week to do some shitty chores that Chelsea was supposed to be doing herself, but apparently was too lazy to do, so she sent Danielle instead.

I told Danielle to quit her job several times, but she said she needed the job and the money and it would look good on her resume. She was so excited when she got the job. But that quickly changed. At first Danielle said it was probably because she was new to the company. But even after a year she still got treated like crap. Have you ever seen the movie The Devil Wears Prada? Don't laugh at me, Danielle made me watch it after I lost a bet. Well, Chelsea is way worse than Meryl Streep her character. Compared to her Meryl Streep her character was a sweetheart. Chelsea even found stuff for Danielle to do around Christmas and New Year's. So I wasn't able to ask her to come with me to Dallas to visit my family, along with my parents and my younger sister Presley.

"Wow. Well I know you have to find a new job now, but at least you'll be better off." I reassure her.

"It still sucks!"

"I know. What made you change your mind?"

"This whole week has been nothing but crap! Lots of things that went wrong, apparently because Chelsea made some mistakes, but with the clients I got the blame every time. And when I had to inform Chelsea about it she started bitching about it, making it my fault! All year long I did nothing but my best, but she always found something to make me feel like a total piece of shit that can't do anything right! And with everything happening in this week in New York and me having to fix everything… I'm just done!" I watch her as she rants on.

"What did Chelsea say about it?" I ask.

She remains quiet and avoids the camera for a while until I call her name. She sighs sadly before she starts talking again.

"She wasn't happy. She threw comments at my head that I never did my job right, that I'm making her look bad and how I dared to quit my job and why she should keep me around for two more weeks." Danielle explains before she stays quiet for a few seconds.

"So… as of today I don't have a job anymore." She continues as I see tears starting to form in her eyes.

"What a bitch!" I yell in frustration making Danielle jump a little.

"Luckily the plane ticket was booked as a return-ticket on company expenses and not as a one way ticket. Same goes for the hotel room. Otherwise I'd be stuck here in New York on the street and I would have ended up paying for my flight home myself. Chelsea told me I can come in on Monday to pick up my things from the office. Although I think she'd rather throw it out in the trash."

"I don't have to be on set till 10am on Monday. I'll come with you to pick up your…" I tell her.

"You don't have to do that." Danielle interrupts me.

"It's not a problem. Maybe…"

"Dammit Logan! I said no! Why don't you ever listen?!" she yells.

I look at the screen stunned, not knowing what to say. Danielle is staring back at me, wide-eyed and in shock, before I see her eyes starting to water and she breaks down crying.

"I-I'm so s-s-sorry, L-Logan! I d-didn't mean to y-yell at you!" she cries.

"It's okay." I answer right away.

In the seven years we've been friends we hardly had any fights or yelled at each other. We got in contact when I was still living in Dallas, Texas with my parents and my younger sister Presley and Danielle lived in Los Angeles. It was by accident that we did, but I still remember how it happened, like it was yesterday.

"Hello?" a young but sad voice, belonging to a girl, answered the phone.

"Hello, this is Logan Mitchell speaking. Is this Talentworks agency I am calling?" I asked.

"No, it's not. You have the wrong number." I heard the girl answer.

"Oh I'm really sorry. I hope I didn't cause any trouble."

"It's okay. It can happen." The girl answered.

"I guess so. Once again I'm really sorry. I'll leave you to your things now."

"It's fine. Okay, bye." The girl answered, again with a sad voice.

"Bye." I answered before I hung up the phone.

That was the first time I ever talked to her. But I couldn't help but wonder why she sounded so sad on the phone. So after did dial the right number of the agency and talked to someone, I decided to send her a text message asking if she was doing okay and if she ever needed someone to talk to, she could always text me. A while later she texted me asking why I would care and who I was. So I introduced myself and told her I was from Dallas, Texas and that I wanted to become an actor and that sometimes talking to a stranger might help and make her feel better.

It took a while, but she texted me back and explained about having a fight with her parents and how things weren't going good at home and at school. I learned that she was 15 and a sophomore in high school. I had just turned 16 at that time.

We continued to text for days and weeks, and sometimes we would call each other. After a while we added each other on Myspace. Yeah, I know no one uses it anymore, but seven years ago it was really popular. We both had a picture of ourselves as our icon so it was the first time we learned what we both looked like. Next to continuing to text, we started talking on Myspace and after a while we exchanged our email addresses and started emailing too and we started using MSN Messenger, which was sending instant messages on the computer. And after about six months after I called her by accident, we started using Skype which meant we could actually talk to each other and see each other by using a webcam. Pretty soon we had these 'Skype dates' that we set up and sometimes we did them late at night, well in Dallas it was late at night since Dallas is two hours ahead of Los Angeles.

We became really good friends and talked about a lot of stuff. I had basically broken through the wall that Danielle had put up for herself and she talked about a lot of things she was dealing with, like often fighting with her parents, being bullied in high school, her friends basically ditching her all the time and being made fun of and being embarrassed in front of a guy she liked in her class. And I told her about how my acting coach said I was already too old to act, so I should just give up. But Danielle encouraged me to continue. One night when we were on Skype, she left for a couple of minutes to go to the bathroom and I started singing to myself and she heard it and even though I never considered myself a singer, she told me to continue singing too. Music has always been a big part at home, my family is totally musical. There would always be someone singing in the kitchen and we would always be listening to blues on the radio growing up on our way to school and all sorts of stuff. Danielle even asked me a couple of times to sing to her on Skype. I felt a bit weird at first, but I got over it.

It went on for about five months, where we texted and talked on msn every day and almost every day sent an email or talked on Skype, and I had told my parents about Danielle and they seemed to like her and my little sister came in my room one time when I was on Skype and she met her too and even my parents had seen her on Skype a few times. Everything was going great, until my parents, my little sister and I decided to move to Los Angeles. Dallas wasn't really helping my career and Los Angeles seemed to be the place where everything happened.

I was so scared when I had to tell Danielle I was moving. Normally people are scared to tell someone they'll be moving away, but here I was having to tell my best friend, who I had never met in real life, that I would be moving to the same city as her. I was more nervous to tell her than to tell and of my friends back home. A few weeks before we would be moving I was talking to Danielle on Skype and she noticed I was nervous, so she asked me what was wrong. I tried to cover it up, but she saw right through me and made me tell her. And instead of being sad, she was actually happy. She was really nervous to meet me for the first time, but still very happy.

A couple of weeks later we moved to Los Angeles and the day after we moved into our new house I had arranged to meet Danielle. I'll never forget meeting her for the first time, we met at the mall and when I saw her walk up to me, she looked even more beautiful than she did in any picture I'd seen of her or on Skype. We talked and hung out for several hours until we both had to go home.

It didn't take long for her to come to my house and meet my parents and sister, who all loved her right away. I went to her house a few times as well. She always avoided going to her house though, because of her parents. But I didn't mind. As long as I would get to hang out with Danielle, it didn't matter to me where we were. We did all sorts of things together, going to the mall, I taught her how to skateboard, going to movies and just have fun.

I went on several auditions and after a few weeks of living in Los Angeles I had to play a bully, go figure, in an episode of the tv series Friday Night Lights. It was only a really short appearance and I had no words to say, but it was fun. I knew from that moment I wanted to do this for a long time. And shortly after that I went on an audition for a new tv show that had no name yet at that time and I would be in a band next to the tv show. It was a long audition process of almost two years. And through a few mutual friends I got to know, I had met Kendall Knight before and James Diamond and myself were the first ones to get the part and a few months later Carlos Garcia got his part and in the end I Kendall Knight was cast and it was the beginning of Big Time Rush, the tv show and the band. And the rest is history.

I get pulled from my thoughts when I hear Danielle her voice again.

"I-I'm so s-sorry, Logan!" she continues to cry as she buries her face in her hands.

"Hey, it's okay." I reassure her.

"I-I didn't m-mean to…"

"Dani, don't cry. Please don't cry." I plead.

It's killing me to see her cry or even upset, and right now I can't even be there to comfort her. It's worse than like watching a puppy getting kicked.

"Hey Dani, listen to me."

It takes a minute or two and a few more times of me calling her name and asking her to listen to me, when she looks up at the screen.

"Dry you eyes and take a deep breath." I tell her as I coach her through it.

She wipes away her tears and takes a few shaky breaths before they start to become deeper.

"I'm not mad at you. I promise. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

"I just didn't want to look like some loser who has to bring someone along to pick up my stuff cause I can't do it alone." Danielle answers.

"Gee, thanks." I tease.

"Logan…" she whines.

"I'm kidding. You're not a loser, okay. If you want me to go with you on Monday, then I'll be more than happy to come with you. But if you rather want to go alone, that's fine too. No hard feelings, okay?" I answer sincerely.

She nods her head and gives a soft smile.

"How was your day? I didn't even ask you about that."

I look at her and I can see she's pretty tired. I think for a second until I get an idea.

"Go lay down in bed and put the laptop next to your pillow." I tell her.

"What?" she asks as she gives me a weird look.

"Hang on." I answer as I place the laptop down on the bed next to me.

I then scoot down so that I'm lying in bed and turn over on my side and lay my head on the pillow before I turn the laptop back to face me. I can't help but laugh when I see Danielle still sitting there and turning her head to see me correctly, since my head is now turned ninety degrees on her screen.

"Like this." I smile.

"Give me a second."

I watch as Danielle puts the laptop down, giving me a view of her pillows while I hear some noises in the background, before she turns the laptop back to herself. She is now also lying in bed on her side with the laptop next to her pillow. It's like we're lying in the same bed, only we're 2500 miles apart.

"Now tell me about your day." she smiles.

"I've been on set every day since Monday. We had a lot of fun. It was good seeing everyone again. The episode is going to be a good one. We made an awesome music video too." I start.

I manage to make her laugh a few times as I continue tell her the things we did on set and how it's only been the first week.

"What time will you arrive at LAX tomorrow?" I ask her.

"At 6pm I believe."

"Want me to pick you up? I'm meeting Kendall at the studio at 10am, we're gonna work on some tracks all day. But I can come and pick you up and we could hang out for a bit." I offer.

"No, you don't have to. I'll be fine. I'll probably be tired when I get off the plane." She protests.

"You sure?"

She nods before she starts to yawn.

"You should go and get some sleep. It's 5 o'clock in the morning over there." I tell her.

"Can you sing me a song? Please?"

"There's no music."

"Like that's ever stopped you before. Pwease? Like the good old days?" she pleads and pouts.

"What do you want to hear?" I sigh as I move my arm back to grab water bottle from the nightstand.

"Sunday Morning." She smiles.

I look at her and raise my eyebrows.

"Hey, I told you to sing that song at your audition and now you're a big superstar. So I helped you out." She smiles as she sticks out her tongue.

I sit up a little and open the water bottle before I take a sip. Once I have had enough I close the bottle and place it back on my nightstand before I lay back down and softly start to sing Sunday Morning by Maroon 5. I can see Danielle's enjoying it, she has a smile on her face as she looks at the screen. As the song ends she has her eyes closed. I look at the screen for a second thinking she's sleeping.

"Don't stop. Just keep singing." She whispers while she keeps her eyes closed.
I smile before I softly start to sing I Want To Hold Your Hand by The Beatles, a song that we covered for the Big Time Movie EP and that we have played acoustically so many times by now during shows. As requested I don't stop singing and continue to sing our song Worldwide once the song is done. In the meantime I notice Danielle has fallen asleep.

"Yes, I may meet a million pretty girls, That know my name, But don't you worry, 'Cause you have my heart." I softly sing the last lines to our song Worldwide as I watch Danielle sleeping.

I can't help but trace my finger across the screen over the side of her face. I wish I could do that for real. I can just watch her all day long. I can't help it, she's getting more beautiful every day. I can't even believe how much these last lines mean to me. I meet a lot of pretty girls every day, but none of them compare to Danielle.

If you haven't noticed it by now, I like Danielle more than a friend. I'm in love with my best friend, she's the one that owns my heart. From the first moment I saw her picture I liked her. But even before that, when we were just texting and talking on the phone, I already liked her more than just a friend. I guess it's true that what's on the inside that counts.

You might wonder why I have never told her about this, but at first I just wanted to be there for her. To be a friend that she really needed. And as time went on and I moved to L.A., I got involved in the whole audition process for Big Time Rush, so I just pushed it back. And then I watched her date a few guys, so my chance was blown. But they treated her badly, one cheated on her, another guy just used her and two others just broke up with her with some lame ass reason. She hasn't had the best of luck with guys, that's why she hasn't dated in a while now. She often came to me crying when something had happened, but I know she probably cried a lot more when she was alone. It killed me seeing her like that. I wanted to be the one for her, you know. To hold her and kiss her, not to hear her talk about another relationship that didn't work out. I still want to be the one for her. I wish she would let me hold her. I would share my deepest secrets with her, secrets that no one else knows. I can't even explain it, but I'd be the luckiest man in the world.

She is just beautiful inside and out. She has these gorgeous blue-grey eyes, long dark brown hair and a drop dead gorgeous smile, that can light up a room. Not to even mention her adorable laugh. Although she doesn't see herself that way, though. I just wish I could be the one to make her see that.

Another reason as to why I haven't told Danielle about my feelings, is that I saw how fans reacted to James his girlfriend Halston and to Carlos his ex girlfriend Sammy. They would sometimes send mean tweets to them. I don't want that for Danielle. She has a twitter page, but she doesn't tweet me very often. And I don't tweet her often either. Because I want to keep her from that. She's already insecure from herself, and I don't need fans, who can't understand that I'm in a relationship, to bring her down even more. We often text each other or talk on whatsapp.

But apart from all this, I have decided to tell her how I feel. You might wonder why, but last month, shortly before Christmas, I was on my way to the studio and I was riding my new motorcycle that I got the month before and I was driving on the Hollywood and Vine intersection when a car turned right in front of me. I swerved at the last second to avoid an accident, but I got violently thrown of my bike in the process. My helmet and my leather jacket saved me. I was able to stand up afterwards, luckily all I had were some scrapes and bruises and my body was sore, but it makes you see things differently. From that moment I knew I wanted to tell Danielle, I can't keep this from her anymore. I just haven't found the right time yet with the holidays and all and Danielle being in New York for a week. Danielle never liked the idea of me getting a bike and even though the accident wasn't my fault, she was still mad at me. She was scared she would lose me.

I continue to watch Danielle sleeping on the screen until my eyes get tired and I eventually drift off to sleep.

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I decided to do this in 2 parts since this was becoming way too long. Part 2 will come either tomorrow or the day after. I already have some of it written.

It's my first time doing it this way and I'm not too sure about it, so any feedback is appreciated. :)

Xoxo Eve