Logan had eventually finished 'recording' and we jetted off to dinner.
"Where to, mademoiselle?" He asked once we were inside his car.
"Your choice." I replied.
"In the mood for some Chinese?"
"Mmm, sounds good." I smiled.
He looked at me but I pretended not to notice.
"Soo, what did you and Jo talk about?" He asked.
"Girl stuff." I winked.
"Aww, c'mon. Remember that stuff I said about Hen? You can tell me."
"Yeah, well to me, you're just Logan." I grinned.
"Awesome." He rolled his eyes.
We rolled into the parking lot of the restaurant Au Du Peu and he quickly grabbed us a seat for two.
"So, you're in a band, huh?" Logan asks.
"Yeah." I shrug. "I'm guessing you are too?"
"Huh?"
"A recording studio is for you to record songs. Am I mentally dumb or does that mean something?" I pointed out.
"WHAT DELIOUS FOOD THEY HAVE HERE." Logan suddenly shouted.
I rolled my eyes. "Way to change the subject, loser."
"I MEAN, IT TASTES SO GOOD."
"You're just drinking water. That doesn't even count for food." I said, giving him a look.
"THIS WATER IS LIKE MAGIC."
I sighed. "Nice save."
We ate our dinner and I tried not to bring up the subject about him and the recording studio. Well, at least he didn't lie about it. He just…kind of ignored me. It was okay. We talked normally I guess. Logan made me laugh so many times, I cried a few times which made me like him more than I already did. Logan paid for our dinner (again) and we headed outside to his car when Logan spotted three large back vans.
"Oh shit." Logan mutters, he pulls me down to the ground.
"What is it?" I ask.
"The black vans."
"So? They're looking for someone famous. Certainly not YOU." I said, raising my eyebrows.
"But I'm Logan Henderson!" He exclaimed.
I stared at him. "Could you be any louder?" I whispered.
He winced but then I noticed something.
"Wait, did you just say you were Logan Henderson?" I asked, surprised.
"I mean I look like him. They could easily mistaken me as him." Logan worried.
"Don't worry. Follow my lead."
"You're crazy!" He called out as I opened the door.
"I get that a lot. But it's okay. Just...act like you're NOT famous?" I explained.
He considered this. "See, this is why I like going out with you."
"We're going out?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Aren't we…?"
"I don't know. This is our first date so…"
"Way to let a guy down, Caitlin."
"No, I mean…what if you don't like how this night is going?" I asked.
"Did I say I didn't?" He asked back, raising his eyebrows at me.
"True." I nodded my head.
"What about you? Do you like the way this…date is going?"
"Oh shoot, they're circulating the restaurant." I whispered.
Logan sighed. I winced. I was a horrible person.
"Just…walk out of here, okay? And…the 'real' Logan Henderson is single, right?" I asked, trying to bury the guilty feeling in my stomach.
"Yeah…?"
"Well, then, hook arms with me. That's more proof you're not the…ahem, real Logan Henderson." I muttered.
"I'd be happy too." He smiled.
We both stood, trying to act normal and I slipped my hand into his. His arm felt so secure and firm around me, I thought I was going to die.
"Um, Caitlin?"
"Yeah?"
"Mind walking?"
"Oh, right." I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassment.
We walked out the doors, hand in hand, and started walking to his car.
"HEY, THERE HE IS." Someone called out.
"AND HE'S WITH A GIRL."
"RUN ! " Logan exclaimed.
I gripped onto his hand, holding tight. "You're not the real Logan Henderson right? So, why should you be worried?"
"Um, right." Logan said.
We got to his car, and we both jumped in, and buckling out seatbelts.
"LOGAN, WHO IS THIS GIRL?"
"I THOUGHT, GUSTAVO DIDN'T LET YOU DATE?"
All the reporters huddled us and waited for us to answer.
Logan was about to hit the gas and probably run over some people but I stopped him.
"Who the hell is Logan?" I asked, giving Logan a wink. "My only love is Matt."
He caught on fast. "Logan? Are you cheating on me?" Logan shouted.
"No, of course not, honey. It's you. There was ALWAYS YOU." I exclaimed.
"After all we've been through…"
"Lo- Uh, Matt ! Please, give me another chance !"
"You slept with him, didn't you ?"
"It was for a dare ! " I shouted.
"Aww, it's not him. IT'S NOT THE REAL LOGAN GUYS. FAN OUT." A reporter shouted.
I smiled at Logan as he pulled the car out of the parking lot. I looked down at our hands and realized we were both still holding hands. He was still holding pretty tight. Screw softy and all that two hands on wheel stuff. At least I was spending my last few seconds of life with Logan.
"Another reason why I like you."
"You like me?" I asked, surprised.
He didn't answer at first and that quickened my heart beat. How embarrassing. I could feel my face get beat red.
"Yeah, I like you." Logan sighed. "I like you a lot, actually. Ever since we met."
"Wha - Really?"
"Yeah. If I didn't have dibs, James would probably be all over you." He laughed.
"James…?"
"Long story. Besides, you didn't even answer my question back at the restaurant."
"Huh? What question?"
"Did you like how our date was going?"
"Yes. I liked it a lot." I replied.
"And…do you feel the same way?" He asked. "Please say yes, please say yes…" He whispered to himself.
I laughed. "Yeah. I like you a lot."
He turned to look at me. "This is great." He grinned.
He was about to say something else but he stopped himself as pulled he into my house.
"Oh yeah, here." Logan said, pulled out something from his back pocket.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Um, they're tickets and V.I.P. passes for Big Time Rush and I can't go. Sooo, you can take them." He shrugged.
"Oh." I smiled. "Really? Cool. It'd be more fun if you were able to come with me."
"I know. But I'll be closer than you think. " He murmured.
"You mean in my heart?" I asked, playing dumb.
"Um, sure." He said, giving me a quick look.
I looked at him. Why didn't he trust me? If he didn't now, he was probably never going to. But then again, Jo was right. This was only our second date. On the other hand, Logan had just told me he liked me - a lot. Didn't that count for something?
