Logan really liked books. Considering the fact that he moved around a lot, he'd always found comfort in the pages of a new story. When his family moved from Maine to New York, he'd delved head first into the Harry Potter series. He finished it all before their next move to Block Island. There were barely any kids, but he'd enjoyed spending his days on the beach reading stories about medical miriacles. Moving to California in middle school had been the worst. In every state he'd lived in, he'd made at least one aquaintance. No one that he'd met in Los Angeles had been friendly except for the elderly woman who worked at the library. Being the kind of kid that he was, he spent most of his time there.


"What now, Logan?" She laughed. He placed the book on the counter with his library card on top. "Another disease book? Shouldn't kids your age be reading fiction books? Like that...Harold Potter book?" She asked as she scanned the book, missing the barcode about five times before carefully examining the book.

"I've already read 'em all, Ms. Sage. Twice. Including the new one." He reached over and took the book from her hands, flipping it around and scanning it himself. He liked Harry Potter, but could never really love it like everyone else. It wasn't logical. Logan like reasoning and facts.

"Thank you." He nodded. "You really should get out of the books sometimes, and that's coming from a woman who's spent almost 30 years around books!" She handed it to him, and swiped his card.

"It's not like I have anything else to do." He shrugged and placed the book in his backpack. "I'll see you next week, Ms. Sage."


Logan had moved later that year. By the time he'd moved back from Arkansas, Ms. Sage had passed on. Now, he hated California even more than he had three years ago. That was the first time that Logan had ever asked his parents to move.

Minnesota. New state, new adventure. Logan would be starting his junior year, this year. He knew that he probably wouldn't finish it here.

"Logie. Sweetie. Please, put the book down and unpack." He held the book in one hand, getting up to pull some shirts out of the box by his dresser as he sped through the last few pages. He put the book down on his bed and pulled his computer from his bag. He opened google and typed in "duluth minnesota public library." He pulled up the library's website and smiled. It was phenomanal. Better than any library he'd been in before. Well, other than the Library of Congress. He ran into his father's office and printed out the directions. He grabbed his messenger bag, threw the strap around his neck, and practically flew down the stairs.

"Mom, I'll be back soon!"

He'd spent hours at the new library. The air condition kept the building at a comfortable tempurture, compared to the heat outside. He inwardly thanked himself for finishing his book early. This was way better than unpacking in the heat. He'd grabbed an iced tea at the cafe, and was sitting at one of the tables surrounded by books on cancer. By the time he'd bothered to check the time on his phone, it read:

8:30 pm 14 missed calls from "Mama bear."

"Shit!" Logan exclamed, louder than expected. He picked up his two favorites of the many books spread on the table and ran to the desk labeled 'check out'. He set his things down on the counter and frantically rang the bell.

"I'm coming." He heard come from behind a stack of books. He'd turned around and leaned his back against the counter, typing out a quick text to his mother to reassure her that he wasn't dead.

"Do you have your card?" He turned around and his jaw dropped at the man in front of him. He was gorgeous. No! Beautiful. No! Stunning. His eyes were an off shade of olive green and his hair hung in his face, ghosting over his thick, blue framed glasses. "Hello?" Logan shook himself out of his fog and pulled his old California card out of his pocket.

"I need a new one." He put it on the counter and pushed it toward the man.

"Alright," He picked up the card and read it over. "Logan. Let's do this." He smiled and swiped the card, all of Logan's information popping up on the screen. "I just need a new address and your signature, Lo-gain." He smiled again. His teeth were perfect. Logan typed in his address and signed his name on the touch screen. The man got up from his seat and went back into the room behind the desk. He came out with a plain white card that said Duluth Public Library across the top with his signature on the back.

"So, books on cancer. Interesting topic. You studying for something?" He nodded. What was he supposed to say? No, I just really love learning about diseases and illnesses? He would've sounded like a freak. The man scanned the books and slid his card through the machine. He handed the books to Logan and smiled again. "Well, have fun studying." Logan gave him a thumbs up, practically falling through the door.


Logan walked into his first day of school ready for the usual. The glares, the uncomfortable forced introductions, the first time eating lunch in a new cafeteria. He walked straight into what he presumed was the front office and went straight to the desk.

"Hi. I'm Logan Mitchell. I'm new." He knew the drill. They'd give him his schedule, give him a talk about the school, force some student to give him a tour, then eventually lead him to his class.

"We've been expecting you." Two boys in spun around in the chair. One sitting on top of the other. The taller one slapped the smaller. "What? You can't tell me you haven't been dying to say that! This was my chance!"

"Sorry, man. I'm Kendall. This idiot is Carlos."

"Hola!" The small boy perked up and waved.

"Here." Kendall handed Logan his schedule and smiled. "We're in most of the same classes except for AP Bio and Anatomy. Ugh. How can you want to take more science than required?"

"I like learning about the body." He shrugged. This was more friendly interaction than he'd had since kindergarten.

"Ah. So Dr. Logan, what elective do you think you'll take? You should take cooking! Me and Kendall are!"

"No, we're not."

"Yes, we are!"

"NO! We're not!" Logan laughed. They went on like that for about ten minutes before the principal looked out his door.

"Sorry, Principal Gibbons." The boys whispered before continuing their fight in a lower volume.

"Are either of you going to show me where I'm supposed to be going?"

"We're waiting until class starts. We have Henderson first, and I didn't do that required reading over the summer so I'll be avoiding him until after lunch. By then, I'll have sparknotes'd and written an essay about it."

"Kendall may not be the smartest, but he's really smart when it comes to being dumb." I cocked my head to the side and attempted to process the sentance that had just come out of Carlos' mouth.

"By the end of the year, you'll have mastered the art of "Carlos rambling.'" He laughed. Logan knew that he wouldn't be here that long, but who was he to turn down friends?


He was hit in the face with a cold blast of air as the library doors opened. He walked over to the "Health and Medicine" section and scanned through the books. Upon pulling one off the shelf, he found himself eye to chest with the breathtaking librarian. He thrust himself back against the bookshelf and slowly slid to the floor. He quickly started crawling toward the other end of the row, when he crawled right into a pair of legs.

"Oh. Hi." There is was again. That perfect smile. "Logan, right?" He shifted his focus from the boy on the floor to the shelves as he intricatly placed each book.

"Yeah." He responded, quickly getting up off the floor. "I just lost a contact."

"You sure you weren't spying on me?" He turned around to face Logan and laughed.

"No! I just...was...contact." He laughed awkwardly, straightening out his clothes.

"Well, I know how you feel. That's why I'm stuck in these." He brought his hand up and wiggled his glasses.

"They look good, though." The taller boy turned over to Logan. Shit. Great going Mitchell. No brain to mouth filter.

"Thanks." He smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm James, by the way." Logan grasped his hand and shook it.

"I'm Logan, but you already knew that." They shook hands for an oddly long amount of time before Logan finally spoke up. "I'm going to get back to looking for a book."

"That reminds me!" James exclaimed, reaching down to the bottom level of the cart behind him. He pulled out three books. "Based on the books you had last week, I figured these might be helpful." Logan smiled. He'd thought about him while he wasn't here.

"That's really awesome. Thanks, James." He took the books in his arms and started walking over to the table. "These look great."

"Well, it's my job to help." He smiled and pushed the cart over toward the children's section, waving before he was completely out of sight.

"I'm definitely coming here every day."


I know what you're thinking. I can barely handle updating the three stories I have, but I can do this. I'm challenging myself. :)-