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A/N: Hello! How are you all? Good, I hope. Here's the second chapter. Please enjoy! :)

CHAPTER 2

"Hey, you should move in here.", I said casually as the thought popped into my head while Logan and I were sitting in my expensive looking living room watching T.V on my ridiculously over-sized television. Okay, the idea hadn't 'popped' into my head that moment and it took a lot to ask the question so casually. It had been an idea pretty much ever since I had fallen in love with Logan, only then it was more of a fantasy. A fantasy of Logan and me one day living in our own apartment, having someplace to call ours, to one day (hopefully!) fill with pictures of our family. It had remained a secret fantasy of mine until two and a half months earlier when Logan and I had become boyfriends. Then it had become a future that wasn't so unlikely after all. It had just been a question of how much time would I have to wait until I asked. Two and a half months seemed long enough, given our history and positions in life. Besides, I couldn't stand his disgusting hole-of-an-apartment with those greasy weirdoes. And also because I couldn't go to his place because none of them knew that Logan was dating famous-actor Julian Larson. In fact pretty much no one did.

Logan looked over at me, clearly surprised by my offer. Maybe two and a half months was too soon. Even for Logan and I.

"Are you serious?".

I swallowed quickly, "Yeah,", and launched into my (NOT) prepared speech which outlined my argument and reasoning concisely and professionally but including the right amount of nonchalant shrugging of shoulders and indifference, "You're apartment is small and shared with three creeps, although that just the feeling I get, and mine is clean and definitely big enough for both of us. Besides, then you wouldn't have to spend any money on rent and could save more for UCLA.".

He raised his eyebrows sarcastically, clearly not buying my 'I am just throwing ideas around and do not have a typed copy of this speech on my laptop' act. Was this saying something about my acting skills or the fact that Logan knew too well for my own good?

"Are you sure this has nothing to do with that fact that you are in love with me and want to spend every possible waking (and sleeping) moment with me?".

I shrugged my shoulders one more time and said, "I don't know, it just seemed more convenient.".

"So it's just convenience?", he leaned in close to me, looking me right in the eye with those damned green eyes of his that could literally make me fall apart. He knew it too.

I caved, "Okay! Okay! I love you Lo, you know I do. Come live with me so we can have sex every night and not have to think about whether or not your stupid roommates will ask too many questions about where you were and get you into an awkward situation because they don't know that we're going out! I want to cook breakfast for the guy I'm living with and fight over cupboard space and who unpacks the dishwasher an- mpfh!", Logan cut me off with a kiss. Fuck I loved kissing him. Taking his kiss as a yes, I threw all of my excitement and relief into it.

All too soon though, he was pulling away.

"Yes, Princess, I will move in with you.", he said grinning at my excitement. I went to kiss him again but he pushed me back and spoke, "But!".

I groaned, "Why does there have to be a but!?".

He smirked at my frustration, "But, on one condition.".

"Fine, whatever.", at that moment I really couldn't care less. All I wanted to do was kiss him, the one condition could wait.

He pushed me away again, "Don't you want to know what the condition is?".

I tried to push past his hands holding me back, "Yes! I agree with it!".

"So you'll do it? Really? Great, thanks so much Jules! I'll just get your phone so you can give your publicist a call right away!".

I froze at the word 'publicist'. "What's the condition?", I asked warily although I have a really bad feeling that I already knew what it was.

"So now you suddenly want to know what it is? Well you've already agreed to it so…", he said still playing around and moved off the couch 'in search' of my phone.

"Logan. What is the condition?", I asked and Logan immediately heard the serious tone of my voice. He stopped moving and walked back to the couch where he sat down and faced me.

"I want everyone to know that we're dating.".

I mentally groaned and it took all I had to not literally do it. Instead I stuck to sighing and running a hand through my hair. I had known that Logan wanted to let the world that we were dating but there was just…something holding me back. It wasn't that I didn't love him, he and I both knew that I was head-over-heels, madly, ridiculously and every-other-clichéd-expression in love with him. It just wasn't the right time yet. Not for me at least. But how was I supposed to tell him that?

"Logan…", I started. We had been heading to this conversation for two and a half months now but I still didn't want to have to face it.

"Julian, we can't keep sneaking around like this anymore.", Logan's voice was it's forceful and unfortunately, uncompromising self.

I couldn't meet his eyes, I knew what they did to me. Instead I stuck with the carpet.

"I want to…", I started but let my words fade out as I tried to avoid having to give the reason that I didn't really have. Logan wasn't having any of it and scowled, "But?".

"But… I can't…Lo, my work. You know that my fans would go crazy, we would never get any peace and quiet. We'd have to sneak around even more!", my voice was growing stronger and louder as my argument grew.

"But you won't even fucking let me tell my friends that I have a boyfriend!", he shouted, his anger building. He stood and started pacing, just like he always did when he was frustrated.

"Your friends are annoying freaks who would never leave you alone if they knew you were dating me!", I shot back, angry because I really didn't want to spend the rest of the evening arguing. Squabbles and spats between us were as common as grass but this was something different. More serious. Less easy to fix with a heated angry-sex session.

"My friends are annoying? What about your perfect little 'boyfriend' Nate Stevens? Maybe you don't want to tell the world about us because you want them to believe you're fucking him!", Nate Stevens was an attractive(and gay) co-star of mine who, after my 'coming out', the press had created rumours I was secretly seeing using a few photos of us hanging out in LA. Although he had never outright said it, I knew it was in Logan's character to feel jealous about him, even after my definite statement to both the press and to Logan that I was not dating Nate Stevens. It seemed Logan didn't believe it just as the media hadn't.

"Maybe you are fucking him!", Logan continued, adding fuel to his own fire as he came up with the wild accusation.

"For fuck's sake, I'm not fucking Nate Stevens!", I shouted back at him before shouting without thinking, "Besides, it's more likely that you would be cheating on me!".

He stopped pacing and stared at me, "What are you saying?", his voice was menacing, "Are you implying that I would cheat on you because… because I haven't…?", he didn't say it but we both knew what he meant: because he hadn't told me he loved me.

I hadn't actually been too concerned as he seemed to be about it. I was more angry at the fact that he could accuse me of fucking some guy but I when I did the same(although not to the same extent at all) he took it straight to heart.

"You're such a fucking hypocrite, Logan.", I glared at him and got up off the couch.

"If you can't trust me Julian then I don't understand how…", he began bitterly, continuing to pace around the room, "If we…", he faded off again, "Maybe it would be better…", and again.

I raked my hand through my hair again and asked him plainly, "What are you trying to say?".

His eyes darted around the room and he seemed to actually be trying to supress his emotions by screwing up his eyes and fists and bellowing, "Fuck!", before striding to the front door, "Just forget it.", and threw the door open, yelling, "I'm not fucking moving in with you!" just before he slammed the door shut and left me standing alone, on the verge of tears. Why was life so cruel?

Paul, one of Logan's co-workers, told me that Logan hadn't been to work in two weeks when I went to the coffee shop a couple of weeks after our fight. I had tried calling him and hanging around the coffee shop but when it became clear that I wasn't going to bump into him there, I started to text him.

To Logan (12:04):

Logan, we need to talk.

To Logan (12:23):

Will you answer your phone at least?

To Logan (13:14):

Stop ignoring me.

To Logan (13:43):

Don't be so childish, you asshole.

To Logan (14:31):

Listen, I know that we're having a fight but we need to talk about this. Why do you have to make me so fucking angry all the time? I hate you!

To Logan (15:01):

Okay, I don't hate you, I'm just pissed off because I don't understand why you aren't speaking to me. We fight all the time, and then have really awesome make-up sex. Can't we have make-up sex now?

To Logan (15:52):

We should probably talk before having the make-up sex though.

To Logan (17:36):

Fuck, I love you so much.

From Logan (17:37):

I can't do this Julian. I'm out. Sorry.

I wouldn't let the tears escape. But they weren't tears of sadness or a broken heart. No, this time they were tears of fucking anger.

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