Long distance 'relationships'. They don't ever really work out.
But it seemed like a good idea at the time.
I met this guy on chatroullete.
Sounds super romantic right?
Well, I was bored one night, and I was about to give up because there was NO interesting people online.
Then the last person I saw kind of changed my life.
His face lit up into a big smile when he saw me on his computer screen.
"Hi :)" he typed.
"Heeeey (:" I smiled typing back.
And thats how it really started.
We then skyped for almost 9 hours, and after that we talked everyday.
It was amazing.
But he lived in Canada, and I lived in California.
He lived over 3000 miles away.
I knew it was too good to be true. But I just shook that thought out of my mind.
We skyped, and texted all the time.
We were basically a 'thing'.

The bell rang interrupting my writing into my notebook.
I sighed, grabbing my books and walked to my locker. "Finally lunch, huh?" My bestfriend Logan leaned against the locker next to mine.
"Yeah.. I guess."
His eyes narrowed. "Whats wrong?"
I shrugged. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
He sighed, "Summer, we've been best friends for more than a year now. You know you can tell me anything." He smiled sweetly. "Logan Lerman, you need to stop doing that."
"Doing what?" He smiled again. "That!" I laughed, pointing at his smile. Logan was a super attractive guy, but he had a girlfriend-that didn't go to our school-, plus he was just my best friend. Nothing more. That's how my relationships with guys usually worked.
"What? Am I charming you into telling me?"
"Ugh!" I slammed my locker shut. "You're a jerk."
I walked toward the stairs, he followed close behind. "So you gonna stop being a little princess and tell me?"
I sighed. "I guess."
We walked out, sitting in our usual spot. "It's Justin!"
"That guy you met online?" He rolled his eyes.
I nodded. "It's just not the same anymore.. he seemed.. so into me. And I was really starting to like him."
"He's a loser."
"How so?" I crossed my arms.
"You've been talking for how long? 1 week and now he never talks to you."
"Actually it's almost been 5 months since we started talking, smartass. Things were going great.. now we never talk. And when we do talk, he's kind of.. a jerk."

"And that proves my point." He unwrapped his sandwich. "Want half?"
"To depressed to eat."
He put his arm around me, pulling me close to him. "Look at it this way, why would you want to be with someone who lives so far away? Theres plenty of dick in California."

"None that want me." I pouted.

He took a bite of his sandwich. "How about I let you suck my dick. I'm sure it like you." He winked.
I laughed. "You're disgusting!" "Am I?" He kissed me on the cheek.

I would normally be okay with this, but his mouth was covered in sandwich crap. "Gross!" I screamed, pushing him away from me, wiping my cheek. "You're so nasty!" We both laughed.
I guess I screamed way to loud, because half of the people around us were staring.

"What the hell are all you little freshmen looking at?" He yelled at them.
Logan didn't like the new freshmen, They thought they were so cool.
"Damn. Were we this annoying last year?"

"Not even close." Some continued to stare, most of them girls, and they were staring at Logan. Of course. "Just ignore them."

"Why do they stare so much?"

"They think you're hot."

"TAKE A PICTURE, IT'LL LAST LONGER!" One took out their phone and took a picture of him. I rolled my eyes.

Logan's phone then went off.

"Girlfriend?" I asked.

He nodded. "Duty calls."

"Duty calls in the form of an annoying bitch." I murmured.

"Hey babe!" He sounded to happy, which made my feel grossed out.

"Yeah, we're still on. Yeah. I got some. I'm excited to see you too. Yeah. I got you a special present for our 5 month anniversary." He smiled.

Logan's too nice to girls. He always goes out with these beautiful, perfect looking girls. But their attitude sucks. And they always end up cheating, and he gets hurt. He would never cheat on anybody.

I could tell each time he gets hurt, the more rebellious he gets, which results in him sleeping with random girls and partying a little too hard. I've had to sneak him into my room at least 10 times since I've known him so he can sleep without getting in trouble with his parents. It scares me. He met this one descent girl and he's now dating her. She was so nice, but she was in 8th grade at the time and me and Logan were in 9th grade, she's a freshman now and high school is slowly changing her from innocent to a complete skank.

"Okay bye baby. I love you too." He put his phone back into his pocket. "We have a huge date tonight. I'm so excited."

"Excited to see her, or excited to get laid?"

"Both!" He smiled big.

"When you finally lose your virginity, you'll know how amazing it is to hear you're definitely going to get laid tonight."

"That's never going to happen."

"Stop being so negative. If me and Rebecca don't work out, I'll be glad to take it from you." He laughed.

"Ha Ha Haa, you're so kind and generous." I rolled my eyes.

After school.

I felt my phone vibrate as I got into Logan's beat up car. -Yeah, he was held back a year so He's already 16 almost 17, so he has his license- My face lit up when I saw Justin's name appear on my phone.

'Whats your address?'

'why?' I texted back

'I want to send you something. and I just want to make sure I have the right address...'

'Oh ok.' I gave him my address.

'Okay bye'

"Bye? Already?" I sighed.

"Was that the loser?"

"Shut up Logan." I sunk into my seat.

He pulled up at my house 10 minutes later. "I'll see you tomorrow morning?" He looked over at me?

I nodded. "Yeah, I suppose."

He got out of his car, I also got out. He ran over to me and pulled me into a tight hug. "You'll be okay, Summer. Trust me. You'll be okay." He pulled away from me, kissing me on the forehead. "I'll text you later."

I just stood there.

I hated when he did that, I didn't want to develop feelings for him. I didn't. But him always doing that, doesn't help. I sighed and walked into my house. No one was ever home when I got home, thats why Logan always brought me home, he wanted to make sure I was okay when I got home. He usually came inside and stayed with me for a few hours until my mom got home, but if he had plans he wouldn't.

Which is understandable.

"Summer?"

I froze where I was.

Who the hell is in my house? I slowly began to freak out.

"Summer is that you?"

I didn't say anything. "Summer... it's me... Justin."

I turned around. I ran and flicked on the lights. Standing near the main door a boy a little taller than me stood, his hair messy looking and his beautiful brown orbs lit up the room. "J-Justin?"

My eyes began to fill with water.

He nodded. I ran to him, hugging him as tight as I could.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He pulled away slightly, looking down at me. "My mom decided moving to the states would be better... I was taking it hard, but then I realized you live here. And I told her I'd only be okay with living here, and she said LA would be perfect. So.. here we are."

"Wait.." I pulled away. "You live in Los Angeles now?"

He nodded. "What school are you going too?"

"Not sure yet. I haven't enrolled anywhere yet.."

"My school of course!" I smiled big.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just so happy to finally meet you."

He smiled walking closer to me, I stepped back, until I felt a wall behind me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our lips met and I everything felt so real. I couldn't believe this was actually happening.

I heard a phone beep. At first I thought it was my phone, waking me up from a dream, but it was Justin's. "I have to go... I'll see you tomorrow?"

I nodded, biting my lip. He smiled at me before leaving. I slid down the wall, taking in what just happened.

As soon as I collected my thoughts, I called Logan and told him what happened. Within 5 minutes he was walking into my house. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE WAS ALREADY IN YOUR HOUSE SUMMER?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. He was just here. And we kissed... it was amazing."

"Oh was it? Was it amazing Summer? Because you know what I think? I think he's a maniac. Who the hell breaks into someones house like that?"

I rolled my eyes, "Shut up. You always come into my house without permission."

"So? I practically live here! Your mom gave me the spare key. SHE LOVES ME. She's gonna love hearing about this though." He pulled out his phone.

"Don't you dare Logan Lerman! I will never talk to you again!"

He froze.
"You don't mean that."

"Test me."

He sighed, putting his phone down. "I'm just wo-"

"Worried about me? So? I'm always worried about you, but that doesn't seem to matter either does it?"

"It's different. I'm a man. I can take care of myself. You can't."

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up. Go get ready for your little date."

He smiled. "I will. You just be careful okay?"

"Yes, father." I started walking up the stairs. "Lock the door when you leave please."

That night

I couldn't stop thinking about Justin. But as soon as I started falling asleep, I heard someone throwing rocks at my window. "Ugh... Logan.." I rolled my eyes, opening my window. "WHAT!" I whispered loudly.

"Can I stay in your room tonight."

I sighed. "Hold on."

I snuck down stairs and outside. "Okay, you have to be very quiet okay? My mom has to get up for work tomorrow."

"But it's Saturday!" He said way to loud, slurring his words.

"Shut up!" I begged. "Come on." I grabbed his hand, pulling him into my house and slowly bringing him up to my room.

He threw himself on my bed. "Tonight was great man! I just had seeeeeeeex!" He sang loudly.

"Logan! Shut the hell up!"

"Ooooh! Someone's being a sassy sally tonight." He grabbed my hand pulling me down onto the bed. He put one of his hands on my cheek. "You're very pretty. You can do better than that loser. Trust me." His breath reeked of different kinds of alcohol.

"Logan, stop." I took his hand away from me. He laid back, taking my hand in his. He began playing with my fingers. "I just want you to know.. I'm always here for you baby. I really like you. That Justin guy's gonna ruin everything. I can feel it."

"Logan you don't know what you're saying, you're drunk."

"Being drunk is when a persons the most honest... just sayin'... C'mere." He pulled me down next to him, he wrapped his arms around me. "I want to have sex with you, Summer. Can we have sex."

"Why?"

"You have a girlfriend. And we're just friends."

"Who cares? I know you want me. And I want you. Let's become one." He slightly sat up, hovering over me, put his lips to mine. I kissed him back for a while until reality kicked in, I pushed him away. "Hey!" He whined. "Logan, stop!" I demanded. "We can't do this. You're drunk out of your mind! Go take a shower!"

"Whyyy?"

"You smell gross! Now go!"

He rolled off of my bed into the shower.

I grabbed him some of the spare cloths he kept at my house. Half of his wardrobe was here.

I left them on the bathroom counter. Hopefully he wasn't drunk enough to not know how to put his cloths on.

He came out of my bathroom 20 minutes later. I see he didn't bother putting the shirt I left for him on.

He looked exhausted. "Come here." I patted my bed. He laid down, putting his arm around my waist. I laid down with him. He faced me. "Why does this keep happening to me?"

"What?" I asked confused.

"Girls.. why do they keep hurting me?"

I sighed, "did you and Rebecca break up?"

He nodded. I ran my fingers through his wet hair. "Don't worry, you'll find someone who wont hurt you soon."

Logan pulled me close to his bare chest. His fingers clutched onto my hair. "You're the only girl I can trust. You're the only girl I love, Summer."

It felt amazing, hearing him say those words. But I knew as soon as he sobered up, he'd forget this conversation completely.