Much to my disappointment, I wake up to my phone blasting. With a groan, I cover my head with my pillow and let the phone continue to ring. After a few more seconds, the ringing stops. But, once again, it starts to ring again. I scream in frustration, before answering the phone with a grumpy,"HELLO?"
"Why so grumpy?"
"Carlos?"
"Yep. Did I wake you up?"
"No, of course not. I always get up at 7:00 in the morning," I reply, sarcastically.
"Well, sorry, Little Miss Grumpy."
"Why'd you call this early?"
"Mrs. Knight and us want to know if you want to go out to breakfast?"
"Will Jo be there?"
"Yeaaahhh. Why?"
"Because I'm gonna need a girl to consult on what to wear. Duh," I giggle.
"So, we'll see you in about an hour?"
"Yep. Bye Carlitos!"
"Bye Smiley!"
After hanging up with Carlos, I call Jo and ask her to come over. She agrees and says she'll see me in a few. While I wait for Jo, I decide to rummage through my closet. While searching, the door opens and closes. "Miley?"
"I'm in my room, Jo!"
She walks in wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, looking as tired as I feel.
"Carlos," I guess.
"Why must they insist we go get breakfast this early?"
"I have no idea," I shrug.
After about 45 minutes of preparing, Jo walks out in a pair of my light denim skinny jeans, an electric pink basic tank, a pair of plain black flats, and a big beaded black necklace.
"Wow! Jo, you look amazing!"
"Thanks! Now, its your turn!"
I walk into my closet and come out wearing a pair of light short denim shorts, a white school uniform long sleeve oxford shirt rolled up a few inches to the middle of my forearm, a navy colored cardigan, and a pair of dark brown cowboy boots. Both of us had on a minimal amount of make-up. I'm wearing black eyeliner, black mascara, and a shade of nude lip gloss. Jo was wearing black mascara and clear lip gloss. Content with our outfits, Jo and I head to 2J. The boys apartment.
"Ready," I question.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Jo giggles.
We both take a deep breath before walking into the, always hectic, apartment. Much to our suprise, though, the boys are calmly seated on the couch.
Upon our arrival, the boys look up. They all rise from the couch to greet us.
"WOW! You guys look AWESOME," Carlos yells.
Thanks Carlitos," I laugh.
"You borrowed clothes from Miley, huh Jo," James chuckles.
"She has the most AMAZING wardrobe EVER," she giggles.
"Doesn't she though," James retorts.
"Can we please stop talking about my clothes," I beg.
"Sure. I'm hungry anyway," Jo giggles.
"Well, lets go then," Ms. Knight exclaims _

"I'm so full," I mumble against Logan's shoulder.
"I agree," Carlos groans.
All of us are in the car that's taking us back to the Palmwoods, where we'll fall asleep, thanks to our full tummies.
_

I wake up in my room, next to Logan. I must've fallen asleep on the car ride home and he carried me up to my room. Aww...I love him. Careful not to wake him up, I wrap his arms around me and cuddle closer to his chest. Satisfied, I drift back to sleep.
_

Once again, I'm awoken by a phone blasting. I open my eyes, just as it stops ringing. Logan smiles at me, as he has a quick conversation with, what sounds like, Kendall. Hanging up his phone, he settles back into the bed and yawns.
"Tired," I say.
"Very," he answers.
"So, I'm guessing that everyone's wondering if we're dating?"
"Well, everyone fell asleep. Kendall just woke up to ask where I was, because I'm not back yet. He asked if we're dating and I said 'yes.'"he finishes.
"So, no one else suspects it, yet," I giggle.
"Not as far as I know," Logan smiles.
"Well, Kendall's bound to tell everyone, so, it saves us the trouble," I grin.
"Yup," he yawns.
Running my fingers through his hair, he quietly drifts off to sleep. I climb out of bed and change into a pair of cotton pajama shorts and a white t-shirt. Then, I write Logan a note telling him that I'll be in his apartment. I, quietly, sneak out of the room and head down to his room.
_

As soon as I walk through the door, I'm bombed with questions about me and Logan. I answer one question after another, as calmly as I can. After the interrogation, I collapse next to James and Jo, who are watching "Criss Angel: Mindfreak."
"Oooo, I love this show," I squeal.
"Me too," Jo responds, with her eyes glued to the TV.
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A/N: Sorry. I know this was a short chapter, but I'm really busy and kinda lazy. I haven't really found the time to write, but I promise I will update more. :) Thank you to all my loyal fans.