Katie ditched me on purpose. She knew Logan would want to talk to me, so she made some sort of deal with him. I still can't believe she let some stranger take me home. I sorta forgave her, though. I guess I didn't mind it so much.

He smiled at me as I walked into the library, one evening. I smiled back and headed towards the Manga section. I picked out a good book from the new section they had up and sat at the usual table. About an hour later, Logan approached me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi."

"So, I'll be closing up soon, I was wondering, if…um…you'd want to go get some ice cream after?"

He looked down and played with his thumbs, it was so adorable.

"Is it that late already?" I asked, looking at my phone.

"Uh…"

"Oh sorry, sure. I'd love ice cream."

His face lit up.

"Oh! Cool, so…um…I"ll see you in a little bit?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Cool, uhh….yeah…cool," he said, walking away.

I continued to read with a smile on my face.

"So you really love ice cream don't you?" he asked.

"Oh yes! I love it, like a lot. Even in the winter. It can never be too cold for ice cream."

"It is very delicious," he smiled.

We sat on a bench outside the ice cream shop. Logan sat really close to me. He was nervous and I could tell, but it was just so dang adorable. He told me stories about his life before he moved here to Chicago, from Los Angeles, a couple months ago. It was fascinating, growing up in a city like that.

"It was definitely a big change, but this city is just as beautiful," he said.

He asked a lot about me too. As in what my favorite ice cream flavor was and about things I like to do. It was actually very nice. He was kind, and even though we barely met, he didn't seem like a creep.

After finishing our ice cream, we headed back to his car. He stayed close. It was a little awkward. He really seemed nervous. After our fingers brushed once, he reached for my hand. He laced our fingers together. I just went along with it. It felt off at first, but maybe Logan and I could really become something.

"I had fun," he said, as he walked me to my door.

"Me too, we should do it again sometime soon."

"Really? I mean….I'd like that," he said, looking away.

He leaned in and gave me a small kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for the ice cream," I smiled.

He gave me a little wave and headed back to his car.

I saw him a lot on my trips to the library throughout the week. He gave me his bright smile, that showed off his shiny whites and I gave him the shy smile as usual. We exchanged phone numbers, Tumblr Urls, Facebook, and Twitter names, that night. Every morning since last weekend, I've woken up to a text from Logan saying, 'Good Morning, Mo.' He already had a nickname for me, cute. I always reply with a happy face. This morning it was something different. The text read, 'You wanna get some breakfast?' I smiled and texted back a yes.

He picked me up about an hour later. He handed me a daisy as we walked to his car. He blushed and looked away, when I took it.

At the restaurant, he sat across from me in the booth and stared.

"What," I asked. "Do I have something in my teeth?" I turned away, suddenly embarrassed.

"No, no," he smiled. "You're fine, just perfect."

I felt myself blush.

"I'd like you to meet my parents tonight," he said.

I almost choked on my orange juice.

"But Logan, this is only our second date and…"

"Please?"

He looked at me with large puppy eyes that I just couldn't resist.

"Okay…"

His smile went from ear to ear.

"So I'll pick you up around dinner time, like six?" he asked, as he walked me to my door.

"Yeah, that's fine."

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed to his car.

I walked into my house feeling odd, almost uncomfortable. I just met Logan like two weeks ago, we've been on two dates and he already wants me to meet his parents. I took a deep breath and looked at it in a different way. Maybe Logan hasn't had these kinds of experiences before. He just wants to make a good impression. The uncomfortable feeling went away quickly, it was replaced with a nervous feeling. All I could hope for was that things go well at dinner.

"Katie I need you here now!" I shouted at the phone.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just have no idea what I'm going to wear tonight!"

I heard her laugh on the other side.

"You scared the crap out of me, Monica."

"Can you just come over and help me please?"

"HUUUUH! Yeah, I'm on my way."

She showed up ten minutes later with a large bag in hands.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's you're outfit for tonight."

She took the bag off the hanger and revealed a beautiful purple dress.

"Wow Katie, it's perfect!"

"I knew you'd like it. It is purple after all."

I put it up to me and looked in the mirror.

"It's all yours," she said.

"Thank you so much! I love it."

"Good. Now let's get you ready."

Before Logan opened the door to his house I stopped him.

"Wait! Logan, I'm a little nervous," I admitted.

"No need to be, everything will be fine. You look amazing and they are going to love you."

I smiled, nervously and we stepped inside.

Everything was running smoothly. Some of the nerves disappeared throughout the evening. I learned a lot about The Mitchells. First off, they were both doctors and the both spoke three languages, English, French and Spanish, turns out that's very helpful when you're a doctor. I also learned quite a bit about Logan. He also wants to become a doctor, but also loves to sing and dance.

Dinner was great. Mr. Mitchell cracked jokes and Mrs. Mitchell tried to pull out Logan's baby pictures. Lucky for Logan, she misplaced the photo albums. After all the laughs, Logan stood up. I started to stand up to, but he stopped me.

"I have something to say," he said.

He walked over to me and took my hand. I felt a knot form in my stomach. I swallowed hard.

"Monica, I was…um…" I felt his hand shaking in mine. "I was wondering, if…you wanted to be my girlfriend…?"

I heard Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell awe. I turned to them and their smiles were huge. Logan looked at me with those big eyes again. I'm not ready for this. Logan and I don't know each other that well. We just met and he was already asking me this, in front of his family. How am I supposed to turn him down like this?

"Uh….of course!" I smiled.

He lifted me up into a hug. I bit my lip.

His parents got up and they each hugged me.

"You make our son so happy," Mrs. Mitchell said, almost crying.

All I could do was smile at them. I felt terrible. I like Logan, I really do, but I'm not ready to be his girlfriend yet. They way they all looked, so sweet and kind. They really wanted me to say yes. I am in quite a pickle here.

Mr. Mitchell headed to the living room to watch sports, while Logan and I helped Mrs. Mitchell clear the table.

"I'll take it from here," Mrs. Mitchell said. "You kids can go hang out."

"Alright, we'll be upstairs," Logan said, pulling me away.

I was suddenly scared. I hoped and prayed that Logan wouldn't try anything that night. I felt my hands sweat. Relief took over when I saw him pull out a box of pictures. We sat on his bed and emptied the box. He showed me lots of pictures of him in L.A. with his family. There was one picture that stood out to me. It was of him with another guy.

"That guy right there," he pointed. "He is my best friend in the entire world. We've been best friends since pre school. He's practically my brother. His name is Carlos Garcia. He's back in L.A, he's a singer."

"Like a famous one?" I asked, not taking my eyes off his Latino friend.

"Nahh, he wants to be though. He's really talented. He's actually going to be coming to visit soon. You get to meet him."

"Cool. I'd love to meet your friends."

I really meant that. I agreed to be Logan's girlfriend and even though I was too soon, I still didn't want to be a crappy one. Logan is sweet and he doesn't deserve to be treated badly AND his family is very kind.

That night when Logan walked me to my door, I knew immediately what he was going to try. He leaned in for a real kiss. I leaned forward and kissed him back. I admit, he was very good at it and I really liked it. It didn't feel so weird being his girlfriend all of a sudden. I really like Logan and I was happy. Maybe this could work.

Logan and I had been together for three. Everything was going well. We took trips to Six Flags, went out to dinner a lot, and took boat rides at Navy Pier. The night I brought him to meet my parents, I knew I really liked him. He was extra polite, respectful and kind. My parents really liked him and they approved.

One day, things got a bit weird. We went to the park and watched the clouds for a little bit.

"How many kids do you want to have?" he asked. "Like when we get married."

My eyes felt like they were going to pop out.

"What?"

"I think we should have three. What do you think?"

"Are you being serious?"

"Yeah, completely."

I looked at him and I saw that he really was serious. I couldn't believe what he was asking.

"Umm… I don't know. I haven't given it much thought."

"Oh."

I bit my lip. That awkward, uncomfortable feeling was back. I didn't like it at all. We haven't been together that long and he was already making wedding plans.

After that day, things only got more weird. I had to stop him from almost killing one of my guy friends because he hugged me.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I can get pretty jealous sometimes."

"It's okay, just go apologize to Michael, not me."

I watched them as the talked, then shook hands. I've never seen this violent side to Logan. He didn't look like the type and when he acted kindly, I certainly didn't expect it.

He began to text me once every hour that we weren't together. He asked what I was up to and if I was thinking of him, most of the time I was because something about him is worrying me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Katie and I still hung out at the library and he always came over to talk to us. Eventually Katie started sitting somewhere else because she hated how he wouldn't let her concentrate on her reading with his talking.

"So you wanna go see a movie tonight?" he asked, while we were leaving the library.

"Actually I can't tonight. I have to write a paper for class. I'm sorry."

"How come you don't want to go anywhere with me anymore?"

He used a tone that I didn't recognize. It kind of scared me.

"What do you mean Logan? We go to a lot of places together."

"But we can't go see a movie?"

"I really can't tonight. How about tomorrow?"

"Maybe. Unless something else comes up, right?"

I gave him a confused look.

"Logan, why are you talking to me like that?"

He took a deep breath and shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he took my hands. "I really am. I'm just tired I guess."

"Let's go home. You should rest."

"Yeah."

He kissed me and we headed home. The entire way to my house, I was terrified to say a word.

Random Vivy Thoughts: hope this wasn't total crap. im really excited for the next few chapters. im also a chapter behind so ill be posting another tonight and then ill post another chapter of Catch Me soon, then ill be all caught up.(: