A Logan Mitchell Story: Hollywood Here We Come

Disclaimer: Sorry for not updating in a while. I thought the time was right for the squeal to a Logan Mitchell Story. If you haven't read that please do so. Alright well enjoy :D

Logan's POV

Hey guys you might know me as Logan Mitchell, the nerdy gay kid with a crazy ass boyfriend, and had a very childhood, like living in a group home.

Well where we last left off in my life was when I had just found out I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I was just walking home from the grocery store where my best friend Kendall works. As I stepped into my house it was rather quite, something it never was.

"Mr. Martian" I yelled, braking the silence of the group home.

"I'm in the kitchen," He called, I went into the kitchen. Noticing he had just gotten off the phone.

"Can I go to Hollywood with my friends and record with the famous music producer Gustavo Rocque?" I asked.

"Boy, take a seat." Mr. Martain said gesturing me to sit at the table across from him.

I did what I was told. "You can go under one condition."

"What's that?" I asked, giving him a quizzical look.

"Well.." He started "I just got off with your parents, and they have found out you have gotten in contact with your little sister Summer. Now your parents want to take you back to Texas."

My face dropped, the smile that was once planted on my face was gone. I was frowning. How could I go to Hollywood with my friends if I was under my parents' custody. I mean they can say I can't go.

"But now what if my parents don't want me to go Hollywood, what would I do?" I asked angrily.

Mr. Martian laughed. "Logan you are still under my authority and I'm allowing you to go." He said. "And if your parents don't seem to treat you okay, I have some tricks up my sleeve."

"Like what?"

"Logan, you've been in this group home for the longest time, and boy have you changed a lot and into quite a charming young man. I know group home owner don't usually do that, but I would want to adopt you and make you my own."

I smiled, over the years Mr. Martian had become my father. Basically the man who I want to be like. He maybe strict and sometimes have a huge stick up his ass, but he truly does care about each and everyone in the group home. I just wish I had as big of heart as he does.

"Thanks, that does mean a lot to me."

"I know Logan, why don't you go get some rest your parents will be here tomorrow."

I nodded my head. "Oh and Logan, go back to the grocery story to go pick up some dinner." He said handing me a list, and giving me some money.

"Please don't dilly dally, by talking to Kendall. I need you to make dinner, as well."

"Fine," I said sighing.

I got up from the kitchen table grabbing my coat I placed in the closet and was all ready to go. I ran to the grocery store, to go get dinner. I looked at the list. It was chicken cutlets, corn, and rice. Thank god it was easy stuff to cook.

I walked down the aisles looking for the food, I found it shortly putting each item in the little shopping wagon I used. Since I knew Kendall was still working I found the cash register he was using.

It was finally his turn to pay.

"Hello sir," He said as his usual greetings to the customer.

"Hey, Kendall." I said flashing him my signature smirk.

"Hey Logan." He said with a smile.

"Dude, I have some bad news." I said.

"What is it?"

"I don't know if I'll be able to go with you guys." I said sadly.

"You have to come, who is going to talk us out of all the crazy schemes we get ourselves into?" Kendall said as he rung up the chicken I was paying for.

"Let's just hope. I got the ok by Mr. Martian its just.." Kendall finally rung up my last item.

"Its just what? Oh it will be $20." I handed him the $20 I was given by Mr. Martian.

"We'll talk about this later." I said, taking the bag of packed food Kendall had made for me.

"Alright, see ya." Kendall said.

"Bye, Kendall." I said walking out of the store, and back down my street.

I got back to the house and I placed the groceries on the kitchen table. I took off my coat and placed it in the closet. I then cooked dinner for everyone.

I ate dinner in silence like I did every night.

"Logan are you ever going to forgive us?" Krissy asked.

"Nope." I said and ate my dinner in silence once again.