Logan:

"I'll be right back," I said, throwing in the last of the dirty clothes in the washing machine.

"How much do you want to bet that you won't return?" She called after me.

"I'm just getting soap detergent," I laughed, headed up to ask my mom where it was exactly. "Mom?" I walked in the kitchen to see my mom and Dad sitting at the kitchen table. Mom was reading the paper and my Dad was sipping his coffee.

"What is it, Loggie?"

"Where's the soap detergent?"

"Somewhere beside the washing machine," she said, flipping through the paper.

I frowned. "Weird, I couldn't find it."

"Well it's there," Dad shrugged.

"I'll check again," I said about to head down the stairs to the basement again when my mom called me back. "Yeah, mom?"

"Caitlin seems nice," she smiled.

"Yeah, she's something," I said, grinning just at the thought of her. "I think she's the one."

"She seems like it," my dad chuckled. "I've never seen you so happy with a girl before."

"Well, you have now," I blushed.

"And Logan, when are you going to tell her that you're going on tour?"

"Uh, soon, mom," I replied. Just two months before, Gustavo had told me we'd be going on tour for six months. I didn't tell Caitlin just yet because I wasn't sure how she was going to take it.

"Treat her right, Logan. She seems like the perfect girl for you," my dad sighed. "Trust is the first thing in a relationship."

"I got it, Dad. Don't worry, I'll tell her soon." I said before hopping down the stairs. I will tell her. I'm just looking for the right time. "Anyways, I better go help her with the laundry."

"She's helping you do the laundry?" My mom gasped. "She MUST be the one. I never met a girl who stayed around after seeing your room."

"Probably because she can't escape," my Dad chuckled.

"My rooms not that bad," I defended.

"You obviously need glasses," my mom said, laughing. I was about to defend myself when she held up her hand. "Just go help her."

I grinned, saluting to my parents before jogging back down. "My mom said it's -" I stopped to see Presley sitting on top of the drying machine. I loved that she got along with Caitlin so well. I loved that Caitlin got along with Presley so well. I loved that. And it was a total plus and turn on.

"And then, his head fell in the toilet," Presley laughed, swinging her legs back and forth. Caitlin let out a laugh as well before looking up to see me smirking at the doorway.

"What you two talking about? Leaving me out on the joke, huh?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm hurt."

Caitlin ignored me, still laughing. "You fell in the toilet?"

My smile faded and I looked over to Presley who was smiling with a smug look on her face. "What'd you tell her?"

"Remember that time when you were twelve and you slipped in the washroom?"

"Presley!" I exclaimed, "That was a confidential family secret."

"Well, since you're dating Caitlin, I figured that makes her family," Presley shrugged.

"Presley is right," Caitlin said, smiling.

"You were laughing at me," I stated.

"You know I love you," she bit her lip which made me want to make out with her right then and there. I was about you wrap my arms around her when I remembered Presley was there. I sighed, walking over to her and held her hand. Presley made a gagging sound which I ignored and kissed her on the lips.

"Can we just screw the laundry? I'd like to show you around my home town," I asked, smiling at her. She was about to reply when my mom's voice rung down to the basement.

"You can after you're done with your chores," she called out as she walked down the stairs, towards us. Caitlin laughed which made me love her move because she wasn't bothered that she had to help me finish.

"Ma," I groaned. "We're teenagers - "

"You're 22, honey."

"Okay, so we're old teenagers. Can't we have a little fun?" I whispered in her ear.

"Fun?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I glanced at Caitlin who was giving the both of us a questioning glance.

"Well, not dirty fun, but like, you know, just fun as in carnivals and stuff."

My mom stares at me for the longest moment until I gave her my signature grin and she sighs. "Oh for heaven's sake, I need to stop treating you like a kid," she grumbles as she grabs the laundry detergent from me. "Run along now you two. Go have your fun."

"Thanks, mom," I grinned, kissing her on the cheek before grabbing Caitlin's hand and pulling her along with me.

"Logan, come home early so we can play some board games or watch a movie together, okay?" Presley asks.

"Of course, Pretzel," I nodded.

"We'll own him together, Caitlin," Presley smiles.

"Totally," Caitlin agrees. "Girls rule, boys drool right?"

"Logan sure does," Presley giggles as I pull Caitlin away. Caitlin waves bye to my mom as I pull her away.

"Logan's acting different," I heard Presley say to my mom. "But a good kind."

"It's love, honey," my mom replies and I smiled, glancing at Caitlin and knowing she was right. It was love.

"I get a own personal tour?" Caitlin laughs, her eyes gleaming. She claps her hands. "Great, where to?"

"First off, let me show you around the house." I said, gripping her hand tightly.

"Sounds lovely," she smiled, following me up the basement stairs and entering the living room.

"This is the - "

"Let me guess, the kitchen," Caitlin smirks, cuddling into my side.

"Haha, but no, jokester. This is the living room." I already knew she knew but I said it anyways. She leads us to the fireplace and cocks her head at the several picture frames. "Oh, God, some of these are a tad embar - "

"Oh, Logan, you look so cute in a fishermen's hat!" She exclaims, laughing.

"I'm ruined," I mumbled, covering my face with my hands.

"Omigosh, is that really you?" She laughs, pointing to a photo of me in high school. "Oh, God, it looks like you have a mop on your head."

"Okay. That's quite enough," I said, covering the photo with my hands and feeling heat flush to my cheek.

"You're even cuter when you blush," she said which made me blush more.

"C'mon," I grumbled, dragging her to show her to other rooms. I hated the fact that she could make me blush.

After showing her the rooms, I led her out and towards the boardwalk that was close by. We walked in a steady pace, hands entwined.

"So?" I asked, smiling at her.

"So what?" She blinked.

"How do you like my totally normal family?"

"I like them a lot," she grinned. "They're really cool. Let's just hope the feeling is mutual."

"It is."

"How do you know?" She paused. "Oh, God, have you guys talked behind my back already?" She groaned.

I laughed. "Good things, babe. Good things." She shot me a look before we continued towards the boardwalk. We were greeted by some kids on bikes when we reached the boardwalk. It was around 5:45 so some couples were out, cruising the beach along with us. Laughter filled the air with joy. I sighed, inhaling the sea water, glad to be home. "Welcome to zee beach," I said, faking an Italian accent.

"Just no, with the accent," she laughs, making me laugh too. "So, where are you taking me?"

"To my favorite cafe," I said, stopping to kiss her on the lips. "Their cinnamon buns are almost as sweet as your kisses." She blushed and I felt some sort of pride that I had the same power over her.

While pointing out several of the boardwalk stores, we headed towards the cafe I spent most of my time at when I was younger.

"Is that it?" Caitlin cocked her head as she pointed to a brown cafe. I stared where Caitlin was pointing at.

"That's the one," I nodded. "The Boardwalk Cafe."

"Original name," she smirked.

"Their food is much better than their choice of title," I assured as we pushed through the door.

"Wow," Caitlin raised an eyebrow. "It looks nice."

The walls were covered with several paintings and photographs, memories captured in one. The place was painted a dark burgundy which gave it a exotic feeling. There were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that glimmered in the light. The place was clamoring with cheerful voices and conversations with often laughter filling the air. Soft melodies were playing as a waiter greeted us.

"Logan? It's been a while," my old friend Derek greeted me with a 'bro-hug'.

"Yeah, it has," I chuckled.

"You here for a summer break?"

"Ah, yes. I brought my girlfriend with me as well," I said, gesturing to Caitlin. "Caitlin, Derek. Derek, Caitlin."

"Dude, this is your girlfriend?" Derek asks, then laughs. "I was going to hit on her," he smiles.

"Stay away, man," I warned. "Last thing I need is my girlfriend cheating on me with a scumbag."

"Scumbag," Derek repeats, giving me a look before shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Caitlin laughs.

"Can we be seated?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure man," Derek nods, leading us over to a table by the window. He pulls the chair out for Caitlin who smiles gratefully before sitting down. I felt a pang in my heart but I ignored it. They just met. What could happen? Derek handed out the menus and left us alone to decide who to order.

"Did I ever tell you I love you?" I said, just to make sure.

"You don't have to," she said, smiling and I felt relived. "I already know you do." And with those words, I knew I picked the right girl for me.