Chapter 1:

It was a Wednesday night. I was in Los Angeles on vacation, walking silently on the beach, wishing for something exciting to happen. My name is Olivia. I live in New Jersey, and all I wanted was to find love.
I'd been heartbroken multiple times before, and I was becoming worried that I would never find the true love I deserved. Walking along the beach that night, all I could think about was my past. No guy could be trusted. All of them would break my heart, the second they got the chance. Or, at least I thought so, until I met...him.
I eventually came to a pier on the beach. The pier was empty and quiet, so I decided to walk down to the end. After reaching the end, I sat down and dangled my feet over the edge.
Looking out over the water, my toes just dipping into the Pacific, I thought about how I once dreamed about love. I once truly believed that one day, it would find me. I believed that I wouldn't have to actually go looking for it. Whenever I did find someone I thought would love me for who I was, they ended up being a jerk I couldn't trust. Was there anyone in this world I could fall for without being hurt?
As if answering my question, I heard a voice behind me.
"What's a young lady like you doing out here all by herself? It's dangerous out here at night." he said. I turned around to find a guy, about my age: 22. He was handsome, with short dark hair and dark brown eyes. He had a sweet smile, and a sparkle in his eyes that told me he meant me no harm...as of now anyway. I stood up, noticing he was only a couple inches taller than me, about 5'8". "Not much. I'm just thinking." I replied finally. He was cute, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had seen him before.
"Thinking about what?" he asked me.
"Just...my life." I answer, vaguely.
"That was pretty specific. Something wrong?" he continued.
"I don't know if I could tell you. I mean, we just met." I replied cautiously. I couldn't let my guard down.
"Well, then let's get to know each other. I'm Logan. Will you let me buy you dinner?" he asks sweetly.
"I'm Olivia, but you can call me Liv, and sure. I would love to go for dinner." I smiled slightly.
Logan walked with me to the nearby diner, it was one of the only places open right now because it was 10:00. I hadn't eaten dinner yet, because I had eaten a late lunch. We had dinner and talked about oursleves. He was 22, and moved here from Texas a few years back. He obviously lived here awhile, because he didn't have the Texas lilt. I told him that I was also 22, but live in New Jersey, and was here on vacation. "You're from New Jersey?" he asked. "But you don't have that weird accent!"
"You came from Texas and YOU don't have an accent." I replied.
"Touch ." he said with a smile. We talked about what our hobbies were, and what we wanted to do in the future. After talking awhile, he asked that question again.
"So, now that we know each other, what was wrong before? Why were you so sad on the pier?"
"Logan..." I sigh, knowing somehow that I could trust him. "It's just, every time I fall for a guy, he ends up breaking my heart."
"Oh." he replied. "I understand. It's the same with me. Every girl I fall for, just uses me. They think I can get them famous."
"Why would they think that?" I asked him.
"Don't you know who I am yet?" he asked, suprised.
"You seem familiar, but no, not really." I replied, feeling kind of embarrassed.
"I am Logan Henderson. I'm in a band. Ya know, a little one called Big Time Rush." he said. So that was where I had seen him before!
"Wow. Didn't see that coming!" I replied, laughing. "But I would never use you, or anybody for that matter."
"I think I might believe you." he stated. He smiled slighty, as if thinking about something. "Can I see your phone real quick?" he asked.
"Umm...sure?" I say, handing him my iPhone. He started typing something, then said "Text me some time. Ok?" Then he got up and started to walk away.
"Logan wait!" he paused, then turned around. "You don't have my number." He walked back and handed me his iPhone, which had a black case. I went to his contacts and entered my own. "There."
"I'll talk to you soon." he smiled,then walked to the door.
"See ya soon, Logan." I whispered, not loud enough for him to hear. Then I walked to the door by myself and walked back to the beach, where I had left my car. I drove to my condo and fell asleep, thinking about Logan.