Huzzah! I have returned! I'm sooo sorry to all my faithful readers that I just kind of disappeared into nothingness...I've been trying this thing lately called having a life...LOLZ yeah, it's not really working out, so I'm back! With that sequel to Something Yet to Learn I promised you! I would like to take a moment to thank a lovely reader of SYTL who actually gave me this idea after that story was finished...I wasn't really going to write sequel, but their idea was just too good to ignore! So, thank you, mutantshinobi , if you're still out there somewhere! And for those of you who were reading My Beautiful Rescue...yeah, that went on hiatus, in case you haven't noticed. I still have to think of something that can happen before I end it. :/ Anyways, if you're all still out there, anticipating more Brooklyn & Logan, this one's for you! Enjoy! :)
- Veg

Logan's POV

"Loogann," Brooklyn giggled as I leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on her collarbone. "Come on, we should really head back now." I just ignored her and moved my lips up to her neck while she released a deep sigh of frustration. "Babe, my flight home is really early…and knowing you, you're gonna get us lost going home." I let out a quiet chuckle as I tangled my fingers in her brown curls.

"What, you don't trust me?" I questioned, my lips brushing up against her ear as I spoke.

"Logan, you don't even know where the hell we are. How are we even gonna find our way back?"

"I'll figure it out," I carelessly explained. "Come on; give me a few more minutes. I won't see you again after this until, what, December?"

"Then maybe you should transfer to NYU this year," she joked.

"Or you can move back here and go to UCLA with me," I replied, a lot less jokingly than she had.

"You know I love New York too much," she told me with a guilty expression on her face. I sighed at that statement.

"Yeah, I know…" She took a moment of silence to stare up at the sky for the thirty-sixth time tonight. Throughout the night, she would ramble on about how she never really got to see such gorgeous stars anymore with all of the huge building restricting the view, but that time she stayed silent.

"Do you like UCLA?" She suddenly blurted out after a minute.

"Yeah," I hesitantly replied. "I told you, it's great…"

"But do you really like it?" She asked as she sat up and shot me this horribly serious look. "Or are you just saying that, considering it's the only good school you can attend if you want to keep the band together?"

There it was. She hit the nail straight on the head, and I just stayed quiet.

"You had all of these dreams of graduating from an Ivy League med school and becoming a doctor, and…I just don't want you to forget about them." I continued to sit in silence as she gently took my hand in a concerned, motherly fashion. "You had some incredible goals for yourself, Logan- don't give up on them just because they're different from your friends'."

"I can't just give up on what we started, Brooklyn…it's not that simple," I told her with a sigh. "Besides, I'm living out a whole other dream here in LA."

"But it's not your dream. Your dream was somewhere at Colombia or Penn…not here."

"I know," I quietly replied. She then leaned in, wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry...you know I don't want to upset you."

"Then why'd you have to bring this up?"

"Because," she took a moment to scoot in closer to me, and before pulling me into the most passionate kiss she's ever given, she explained: "I love you, Logan Mitchell, and I only want to see you happy."

The ring I gave Brooklyn years ago was small, meant for her tiny, skinny fingers. The white gold swirled into one long twist will a small diamond chip filling each hole in the braid shape. The perfectly circular gemstone in the middle was a purple sapphire, because I always thought a diamond would be too platitude for such a girl. I remember staring down at said ring at the bottom of the white envelope I received in the mail a while back. I never expected for it to be returned to me.

I love you, she wrote to me in her neat cursive. And that's why I'm doing this.

I can't believe how long it's been since I last held her in my arms- the last time she visited two summers ago before she had to return to NYU. I remember everything from that night, from our dinner to that dress she looked so gorgeous in to the incredibly passionate time spent in the less-than-romantic backseat of my car. She sent me that letter a few weeks after that night. It's almost been two years since then…almost two years since I've even heard from her. All I wonder is what Brooklyn Elyse Giordano is up to now. I guess she finished her last year at NYU and is living up her dreams in the big city. I can't help but wonder how often she thinks of me, if she does at all anymore. I wonder how many auditions she's breezed through at this point. I wonder if she ever got her dream of a gorgeous loft in the Village. I wonder how many dates she's been on since…

Stop it. Stop doing this to yourself. Stop pondering over what once was and move on with your goddamned pathetic life. Brooklyn moved on, and now you have to move on, too. It's your turn. Stop dwelling in the past and move on to the future…your future.

That's exactly what I'm going to do. My first stop? Med school.

I honestly never thought I'd reach this point in my life. Especially after Big Time Rush…I thought that was the end of my dream. But, boy, was I wrong. After four years at UCLA, there's no way I'm just forgetting about that now. Brooklyn did it, and now I can, too. The first step, of course, is to tell my friends…I'm moving on.

The news traveled a lot quicker than I would have liked. It felt like one second I was showing them my acceptance letter, and the next I'm watching them mourning the loss of a band member on TV: "Logan's been our best friend for years. Will we miss him? Of course," I watch Kendall tell the interviewer with a sigh. James stood next to him, his hands shoved in his pockets, looking more confused than usual. Carlos was nowhere to be found. I can't help but imagine him somewhere, bawling his eyes out, and that makes me feel awful. "But, we also respect his decision. This has been Logan's dream since we were kids, and…I'm proud he's finally following it."

"But do you know why he quit?" The interviewer asks, and I try my hardest not to snicker at the dumb question. I can see Kendall got that one, too, showing a faint smile.

"Well, would you want to try and balance the two at the same time?" He asks, a bit smugly. "Look, Logan was in kind of a…slump…because of something that happened a while ago-"

"You mean when he and his old girlfriend split?" James winces at the question and Kendall bites down on his lower lip.

"Uh, yeah…and I guess part of this is his way of moving on." That's when I shut the TV off. There is absolutely nothing that's going to stop me now.