Louise's eyes fluttered open to see a bright white light. For a split second she honestly thought that she had died, and was on her way to the "other side" or whatever.

Oh well, she thought. I lived a mediocre life that probably would've just spiral downward, it was time to die.

Unfortunately for her, once her eyesight became focused, she saw that the bright lights were definitely not coming from a spiritual paradise, but from cheap fluorescent hospital lights.

She moved her head and groaned, half because her head was not only spinning, but now pounding. And because she was very inconvenienced about still being alive.

Standing next to the bed beside her, was her mother, who had just gasped at her daughter's movement.

"Bobby, she moved! We have to call the nurse!" Linda practically shrieked. Her shouts probably being heard throughout the entire hospital.

"Huh?" Louise whimpered quietly, failing to get the attention of her mother or her father.

"Linda, calm down-"

Linda interrupted Bob-who was sitting on a blue leather chair, drinking a cup of cheap coffee-by one of her shouts. "But we have to call the nurse!"

Without waiting another second, Linda grabbed the button that laid beside Louise's bed, and began aggressively pressing the nurse button.

It didn't take long for a nurse to come running into the room, looking frightened, and out of breath.

"What-what is it? Is everything okay?"

"My daughter! She woke up!"

The nurse's expression fell, and suddenly looked very unimpressed.

"Is that why you were pressing the button?"

"I was told to call someone when she woke up!" Linda shouted back defensively.

Bob stood up, trying to get in the middle of the two angry women.

"Uhh, yes we were told that," he addressed the nurse, "though I will admit my wife overreacted. Could you just please check our daughter?"

At this point, Louise was still unsure of where she was. Wasn't she at a concert?"

The nurse huffed, and went over to Louise, checking her temperature and heart rate.

"She seems fine," she said as she held a stethoscope up to Louise's chest. "Although, she still has a fever, I suggest Tylenol, rest, and no more going out to concerts. I don't care how big of a Boo Boo fan you are."

Louise shook her head, "what? I'm-"

The nurse rolled her eyes, "save it, do you know how many girls come in here because they went to his concerts while sick?"

"Umm, I was a Boo Boo fan when I was a child, but I grew out of that!" Louise snapped. "I was just there to be supportive!"

"Louise-" Bob started but was interrupted by the nurse.

"Yeah, okay, just stay hydrated," she said, her voice dripping in arrogance, before she turned on her heels and walked out of the room.

Louise took a deep breath, her chest feeling heavy and her head feeling light again. She brought her hand to her head, feeling a bandage wrapping her head.

She gasped, and looked up at her parents. "What the hell is this?!"

Linda ran towards her, and placed her hands on Louise's arm. "Sweetie, it's okay, you just hit your head that's all."

"Huh?"

"You fainted," Bob informed her, "you were in the concert and I guess got a light headed and collapsed."

"What? What time is it?" Louise frantically looked around the room, trying to find a clock.

Bob shook his head, "don't worry, you've only been out for two hours."

Louise leaned her head back against the pillow, "where's Bradley?"

"He's still at his concert," Linda answered with a frown. "But Gene is here, and Tina is on her way!"

"What? Tina lives three hours from here, she shouldn't need to come, I'm fine."

"Aww, but she cares about you. You're her little sister!"

Louise rolled her eyes, "yes, but I'm not a child."

Linda cleared her throat, "there's someone else that's here to see you."

"Umm, okay, who?"

"An old friend!"

"I don't have friends."

"Oh hush, Louise! You have plenty of friends!"

"Mom, I literally do not."

"Ugh, Louise! He's an old friend and was really worried about you and wanted to come see if you were alright!"

"Okay, well, who is it?"

In retrospect, Louise should've seen it coming. But in her hazy state, and blurred mind, the sight of Logan Bush walking into her hospital room after her parents left the room to "surprise" her with her old friend, almost caused her to faint again.

She looked around the room, wondering if there was anyway she could escape. There was a window to the right of her bed, perhaps she could jump out of it. The door wasn't an option, having doctors chase her was not something she wanted at the moment (thought it definitely wouldn't have been a first time).

She was seriously considering the window at the moment, but when she went to sit up, her bones and body ached. She had no energy to even fucking sit up. What made her think that she could fall out of a window and survive?

Well, she thought, dying would be the opposite of an inconvenience right now.

"Louise?" Logan's careful voice brought Louise back to reality.

She cleared her throat, "Logan," she spat. "What is your stupid face doing back here?"

"Oh you know, I missed having a punching bag. Unfortunately for me, the blacktop got to you before I did. Or should I say, you got to the blacktop?" Logan replied without hesitation.

"Oh my god! Seriously what are you doing here?! Nobody asked you to be here, you stupid fuck face! I'm in the fucking hospital and you have no sympathy for me?!"

Logan didn't respond, he just stared at his high school sweet heart (or fuck buddy, more accurately) with an amused smile on his face.

Louise felt the edges of her lips perk up, and despite her trying, she couldn't get herself to stop from grinning.

So just as the air around them grew heavy, they both let out an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"Louise-fucking-Belcher," he spoke as he sat at the edge of her bed. "How did I know that you'd get yourself in the hospital?"

Louise rolled her eyes, "puh-lease, should I remind you of all the times you've gotten yourself put in the hospital?"

Logan chuckled, and shook his head.

"There was the time you crashed the motorcycle your mom told you not to get," Louise started, not waiting for him to reply. "yeah, I remember standing in your hospital room watching you get yelled at by your Bitch-Mom. Let's see, there was the time you got that huge-ass sliver of drift wood stuck in your foot that time we ditched class, and not to mention the time you broke your arm, falling out of a tent while rushing to get dressed after…" Louise stopped herself, her face turning a deep red.

Logan raised his eyebrows, and motioned for her to continue, "after what?"

"You know what," Louise snapped. She hadn't seen Logan in three years, and she was already bringing up the times they had fucked.

"Do you regret it?"

"Shut up, Bush."

"Hey," he lifted his hands innocently, "just asking a question."

Louise huffed, looked down at her hands. She thought she was over this.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was soft, gentle, almost hesitant. As if she was nervous to hear the answer.

"Uh, your dad-kinda made a huge deal and called the ambulance, and at first I didn't notice that it was you. I mean, why would you be at a Boo Boo concert? You stopped listening to his music when you were what? 12? Anyway, I heard your mother's loud screaming, and I wanted to see if you were okay."

"So, you came rushing to the hospital?"

"Yeah…wouldn't you?"

Louise finally looked up at Logan, her eyes glistening. Would she?

Her mind suddenly flashing back to the conversation her and Bradley had in her living room. How her "I love you" felt hallow.

"Do you believe in love?" she blurted out without thinking.

Immediately Logan jumped back from her, and both became flustered, and red faced.

"Umm, w-what?" Logan stammered.

Louise had never felt herself blush as much as that moment. "Umm, just ignore that, I-I don't know what I was thinking!"

Logan chuckled nervously, "are you okay?"

"Uhh, no, can't you see the bandage wrapped around my head? I've gone mad."

Logan raised an eyebrow, "you've just gone mad?"

Louise rolled her eyes, "shut up!"

Logan smiled, shook his head, and folded his arms across his chest. "So, what were you doing at the Boo Boo concert."

Louise shrugged, "I was bored, felt it would be something good to do." Louise didn't know why she was lying. She knew exactly why she was at that Boo Boo concert. She was there to support her boyfriend. Her fun, loving, perfect boyfriend…Why didn't she want to tell Logan that?

Logan nodded, "you couldn't have found a better way to occupy your time?"

Louise shook her head, "no."

"What about your band?"

"I'm too sick to play right now."

He shrugged, "alright."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I already told you," Logan responded, looking confused.

"I meant back in town."

"Me?"

"Uh, yeah. Do you see anyone else in this room?"

"Geez, Four Ears, feisty aren't we?"

Louise flinched at the nickname.

"Well, my band and I have been going on tour. Nothing huge just opening up for big names."

"Umm, that sounds pretty big!"

"Yeah but, they're all names that don't care about metal music, ya know?"

Louise nodded, remembering Bradley's words. "Yeah, I know."

"We think we have a shot at getting signed though. So, we're going to take a break from touring with pop stars, and chill here for a while to work on our music."

"You're staying here?" Louise asked, not sure if she felt excited or horrified.

"Yeah, this is our last show for now."

Louise nodded slowly, looking around the room trying to process everything. "For how long?"

"I don't know."

Silence.

"Well," Louise sighed, trying to fill the air, "I hope things work out for you."

The side of Logan's mouth perked up, "thanks."

Louise nodded, "yep," she replied, popping the p.

They both sighed, looking around the room awkwardly.

"Are you staying with your mom?"

Logan's head snapped up, he ran a hand through his hair, and groaned. "Yeah, it's not ideal, and I want to get my own place. I wanna try to find another job while I'm here, save up more money, ya know?"

Louise nodded, "yeah, you should. I-I think my dad mentioned he wanted help." She didn't know whether to regret the words as they left her mouth. She hated Logan, she always had. All the times they fucked were just ways they used to pass the time…Right? Even so, he left, and for that Louise would always be mad at him for.

"Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Why would I mind? It's not like I hate you or anything."

Logan smirked, "yeah. Right."

After a while of trying to avoid eye contact, they were finally able to look at each other, and smile.

Okay, Louise thought, maybe I did miss him just a little.

The air was suddenly light, and Louise almost felt like she was back in high school until suddenly, Bradley came bursting into the room followed by Tina and Gene.

"Louise! Oh my god, Louise, are you okay?!" His face was panicked, as he ran over to his girlfriend, and pulled her into a hug.

"What? Bradley, I'm f-OW! Kay, don't squeeze me too tightly!"

"Oh, sorry."

Logan looked at Bradley and Louise with the most dumbfounded face Louise had ever seen him wear. She felt her face go red again, though she wasn't really sure why.

"W-wait, you know Boo Boo?" Logan tried to keep the surprise in his voice to minimum.

Bradley let go of Louise, and turned to Logan.

"Uhh, who are you?"

"Um, I'm the lead singer of Shouty Four Ears…I opened up for you tonight."

Bradley wrinkled his eyebrows, "oh yeah, right. What are you doing here?"

"I'm supporting my friend, what are you doing here?!" Logan practically shouted.

"I'm here to support my girlfriend!"

Logan looked taken aback. He turned his gaze towards Louise.

"You are dating Boo Boo?"

Before Louise could reply, Bradley wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed, not caring whether or not he was causing her any pain.

"Yes, this girl has been my lovely girlfriend for the past two years!"

Logan's eyes widened, "two years? You've been dating this asshole for two years?"

Louise opened her mouth to say something but it seemed like neither Bradley or Logan were going to let her get her word in.

"Asshole?!" Bradley exclaimed as if it was the worst insult he had ever heard. "I'm not an asshole! Louise tell him!"

"Wow, really?! Getting your girlfriend to defend you?!"

Louise looked at her two siblings, who were standing close to the door, with desperate eyes.

Tina and Gene exchanged a glance before Tina walked up to the boys, and stood in-between them.

"Boys, settle down, there is not need for arguing, we must think about our sickly loved one," Tina motioned towards Louise.

Louise rolled her eyes, "gee, thanks."

"Oh, no problem."

Louise huffed, "I can't deal with this right now, I want to go home."

"Don't worry, babe, we will get you home soon," anxiety dripped from Bradley's voice.

Behind him, Logan burst out laughing. "Babe? Really, Four Ears? You let him call you 'babe'? You didn't even let me call you that."

Bradley's eyes widened, as he looked at Logan, then at Louise, and then back to Logan.

"Wait-are you two-did you two…"

"Boys!" Tina suddenly shouted, making everyone jump. "Louise here is sick. Stop being so disrespectful, and let her sleep!"

To Louise's relief, both boys agreed.

Logan sighed, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, Four Ears."

Louise shrugged. "That's fine I guess…Just not feeling too well."

Logan looked down at his feet, "well, I'll see you around I guess?"

"Um, yeah, see you around."

Logan looked up and made eye contact for a split second, before turning on his heels and walking out of the room.

Louise sighed, both in relief and in annoyance.

"Okay, now that he's gone," Bradley began, taking both of her hands in his. "How are you?"

Louise pulled his hands away, "I'm fine." Her voice coming out harsher than she intended them to. "How are you?" She asked trying not to sound mad.

"I'm good, thanks for asking. My show went great."

Louise raised her eyebrows, "oh, well, how good."

Bradley smiled, "yes, it was great. Sorry I couldn't get here sooner; I just couldn't let me my fans down."

Louise smiled mockingly, "Ahh, yes, your girlfriend in the hospital can wait. Just can't disappoint those 15-year-old girls."

Bradley's face brightened, "yes! Exactly! I'm so glad you understand!"

Louise rolled her eyes, and turned back to her sister. "Tina, can you go get Mom and Dad? I want to get out of here."

Tina didn't bat an eye as she walked out of the room, to find her parents.

Since Louise wasn't in a critical condition, they were able to let her go.

Her family, and Bradley treating her as if she was made of glass as they made their way to the car, and then back home. Any other day she would mind, she would yell at them and tell them that she was fine, and to stop treating her as if she was a baby.

But, this wasn't any other day. Not really, this was the day that Logan Bush, Logan-Fucking-Bush, came back into her life.

While on the car ride home, she couldn't help but look over at Bradley. He was happy, full of himself, he had a huge ass ego (something that Louise couldn't deny), but he wasn't a bad guy. Also, they had been dating for two years, she couldn't exactly just break up with him.

Louise stopped herself, what was happening? She was happy in her relationship! Why was she suddenly thinking about breaking up with Bradley?

She bit her bottom lip, and looked out the window. She knew exactly why.

Not that it mattered though, Logan would leave like he did last time. He said that this was just temporary.

She sighed, and decided that it was best to try not to get her hopes up.

When they arrived back home, Bradley carefully lead Louise to her room, and laid her down on her bed, laying down beside her.

Louise huffed, and turned into Bradley, trying to keep her mind off of Logan. She wrapped her arms around him, and snuggled into his chest.

Bradley wrapped an arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.

"Hey, babe?" Bradley whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" Louise mumbled, already have asleep.

"I-umm-I know we said that I would be staying here for a while, but something came up."

Louise's head snapped up, "what? What do you mean?"

Bradley let out a sigh, and ran his hand through his hair. "Look, I'm upset about this too, but my manager thought I'd be a good idea if I added a little more shows to my tour."

Louise wrinkled her eyebrows, "how much is a 'little'?"

"Five more shows, but, I may be gone for a little while longer."

"Why?" Louise demanded impatiently.

"Calm down, baby, I don't want to upset you, especially not now. I don't want to do this but I have to…Pop star life, ya know?"

Louise opened her mouth but nothing came out, or she was just unsure of what to say. There she was, waiting impatiently all week, waiting for the boyfriend that she barely sees to arrive, and now she has to watch him leave again.

"Well, where are you going?"

Bradley sighed again, and bit his bottom lip. "Europe."

"What? E-Europe? You're leaving me and going to Europe?"

"I'm sorry, babe-"

"Don't call me that!" Louise suddenly snapped, surprising her and Bradley at the same time.

Bradley narrowed his eyes, as Louise wondered whether or not to apologize.

Where did that come from? She asked herself.

Bradley cleared his throat, "I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Louise turned away from him, and squeezed her eyes shut. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow evening."

Louise bit her tongue, "and you're just telling me about this now?"

"Louise," he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Is it?"

Louise shrugged, "yeah, it's your job or whatever, I understand, it's not like I'm some clingy girlfriend."

Bradley let out a sigh of relief, "I'm so glad you understand, I love you, Louise."

Louise squeezed her eyes tighter, trying not to cry. "Yeah, I love you too."