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Waking up the next morning, Leah started at the realization that she was not in the hotel bed that she had woken up in the morning before. This one was plush, with soft sheets. Not uncomfortable, like hotel beds usually are.

She looked around her for clues as to where she was. She saw a plain room with plain walls and a plain door. The only real identifying mark was the television, positioned at the end of the bed. It was huge! 50 inches, at least!

She wondered again where she was. As she sat up and the covers fell off of her, she looked down and realized that she was not in the clothing she had put on the day before, either. She was in a giant t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. What did I do last night? Think, Leah! Think!

She remembered getting ready to go out, going out, talking to a guy, leaving with him, ending up at a strip club, and...

"DRINKING WHISKEY?" Leah shrieked.

She heard heavy footsteps in the hallway outside, then a knock at the door. When she didn't answer, the visitor opened the door a crack and stuck his head in.

"Are you okay? Wait, who are you and why aren't you naked?" the boy asked.

"I'm Leah. And I'm assuming that I'm not naked because I didn't take my clothes off. But that boy Logan did, apparently!" She was so frustrated and close to tears. What if he had taken her virginity? What if he had done worse? What if he had...

The stranger interrupted her thoughts. "Huh. Usually they don't put on his clothes." He looked puzzled. Then he took in a great breath and started to yell. "LOGAN! WHY IS THERE A CLOTHED GIRL IN YOUR ROOM?"

Leah heard steps on the stairs. These weren't hurried, but leisurely. When he got to the room, he saw Leah freaking out. "Hey Leah. This is James. He's one of my bandmates." James flips his hair at the introduction. "Sorry if he's said anything to freak you out, that's kind of what he does. Most of it probably isn't true."

"Dude, she was freaking out before I got here. I didn't even know she was here until she started screaming!"

She had to get out of there. Boys were not her strong suit. She got out of the bed and stood up. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a slight blur and heard a shout from James and Logan.

All of a sudden, the blur was right in front of her. "Hi! I'm Carlos!" He loudly introduced himself. "What's your name?"

Leah couldn't think. there was too much testosterone in the room for her liking. After a couple of seconds of not saying anything, Logan spoke up. "That's Leah. I met her at the club last night."

"Huh. Why aren't you naked?" Carlos asked. "Usually the girls he picks up are naked the next morning."

Just as Logan was about to explain himself, Leah saw a blonde boy, taller than the rest, appear behind the other three, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "Guys, what's all the yelling about?" He asked.

"Logan brought a girl home-" Carlos started.

"And she isn't naked!" James finished.

"Kendall, I'm confused!" complained Carlos.

The newly identified Kendall finally said something. "You must really like this girl, Logie."

"Like me? He took me to this... this... frat house, and did god knows what with my incapacitated body! He could have raped me for all we know! I COULD BE PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD! Aren't you guys even slightly concerned about this?"

The three boys looked at each other, shrugged, and said "Nope," simultaneously. Then they walked away.

Logan finally said something to her. "The only reason you're here right now and not at your hotel is that you were completely and totally asleep when we left. You couldn't have given me directions if wires were hooked to your brain to tell me what you were thinking. You're wearing my pajamas because I figured that they would be more comfortable than your other clothes, which I've washed, by the way. If you check, your underwear should still be in place, and your car keys should be on the dresser over there. I didn't rape you, I didn't impregnate you. I slept in my bed with you because I was too tired to go to the guest room." Logan paused, thinking of what to say next. "Now, I've made breakfast for you. It's in the kitchen, if you'll follow me."

He turned around and started walking out the door. Leah hesitated for a moment before following.

Walking down the stairs brought a wave of scents to her nose. Bacon, butter, toast, was that raspberry jam? It made her stomach growl. When they entered the kitchen, they saw Carlos trying to sneak a piece of bacon.

"Carlos, what have I told you?" Logan asked forcefully.

Carlos looked at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Don't eat your food unless you say it's okay." Then he looked down. When he looked up, he had the most adorable look on his face. "Can I please have some bacon?"

Leah could tell that Logan was about to say no when she broke in. "Sure. It's my bacon now, anyway. He was going to give it to me. I'm sharing with you."

"Yay!" Carlos said and took a piece. "I like her, Logan. She's a keeper!" He ran out of the kitchen.

"Well that was nice of you..." Logan said.

"I really just wanted to annoy you. Because, in all seriousness, it seemed like fun!"

They sat down at the kitchen counter and dished up some food for themselves. Just as Leah was about to take her first bite, she felt as though if she ate anything, she would throw up.

Logan noticed. "Whoa, you okay? You don't look so good."

"Yeah. This is my form of a hangover. I just get a really bad stomachache and can't eat anything for a while. Do you have any Tums or Pepto or something? It'd help."

"Sure! Let me go get it for you." Logan rushed off in the direction Leah could only assume the bathroom was located.

While Logan was gone, Carlos crept up behind Leah and said, "So why are you so special?"

Leah nearly jumped out of her skin. Carlos sat down in Logan's former chair. "You're Carlos, right?" Leah asked.

"Yeah. I am."

"Hey, I don't mean to sound like a fan girl or anything, but can I, like, get an autograph? Apparently you're my sister's 'favorite'."

Carlos beamed. "Really?" Then he thought of something. "What's she like?"

"Too young for you, mister four-years-older-than-my-baby-sister. But I guess other than that... She's pretty chill."

His face fell. "Oh, so you're like the protective older sister type then?"

Leah thought for a moment. "Yep. But I still want an autograph. She'll flip when she finds out that I met all four of you."

Logan came back in the room with two colored tablets. "Carlos! Why are you talking to my... my..."

"Guest?" Leah prompted.

"Yeah! That! My guest!"

Carlos got up off of the stool. "She was asking me for an autograph for her sister. Is that not allowed now?" Logan looked down. Carlos went to him and whispered in his ear. Leah couldn't catch what passed, but after he left, Logan had a big goofy grin on his face.

He advanced towards Leah and gave her the tablets. "Thanks. What did he say to you?"

"Oh, nothing. Just that he could see what makes you so special."

"Oh? And what is that?"

"You love your sister a lot. He respects that. He has a little sister, too. This whole fame thing has really pulled them apart. It just makes him happy to see someone else who loves their sister as much as he does."

"I guess. Hey, could I get an autograph from you, too?"

"Another one for your sister?" Logan laughed.

"Yeah. I'd like one from all of you. I just want Carlos' to be extra special."

"I think I can orchestrate that."

"Pun intended?" Leah asked.

Logan thought for a moment before realizing why she had said that. "No. Happy accident." And he smiled at Leah before starting in on his breakfast.