Heyheyheyheyhey. Sorry this one took so long, and that it's kind of that cute, fluffy, gag-worthy goodness I normally can't stand...my life is getting pretty busy. :PP
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I stare down at the uncomfortable, beat-up ice skate on my foot and let out a loud huff. The things were almost impossible to lace. "Need some help?" Logan asks with a smirk that I wanted to smack right off his face. I hated looking stupid.

"No," I lie, tangling my fingers in the laces again. "I'll get it...eventually." He rolls his eyes at me and gets down on one knee to lace up my skate. "So, would you like to explain this all to me?"

"Well," he starts, obviously getting ready to mock me. "This is an ice skate. You see-" Not cool- being the smart-ass was my job.

"Oh, shut up," I cut him off. "I mean... Why exactly are we here again?" I lean over to put my other skate on, then let him lace it up. If I looked like an idiot, then so be it.

"I just thought we could do something fun." He shrugs and I take a second to scan the area; it was almost empty. "You've never been here before?" I shake my head as I struggle to stand up in my skates. Obviously terrified of me falling, Logan's first instinct was to grab both of my hands. Smart kid.

"Nope. The first and last time I went ice skating, I was about seven and spent half of the time on my face." I admit, thinking back to that awful mishap at Rockefeller Center when I was a kid.

"Well, here's something you probably wouldn't have guessed, but-" I was quick to cut him off with a smart-ass comment.

"What, about the double life you lead as a figure skater?" I smugly question. He stares at me blankly for a moment, but unable to contain himself, eventually bursts out into laughter.

"No," he explains, rolling his eyes. "Back in Minnesota-" What the hell- Minnesota? "-the guys and I were actually pretty awesome hockey players."

"You're from Minnesota?" I just roll my eyes. "No wonder why I clash with you guys so much."

"Hey," he takes the first step on the ice in front of me. "Sorry we're not used to the angsty California musician," he mocks me and I scoff in return.

"You mean bitchy New Yorker," I correct him. "I only moved here a few years ago." His face actually looked surprised.

"Really?" I just laugh while he helps me onto the ice. I hold onto the wall for dear life, completely terrified of breaking my leg. "Like, the city?"

"Logan...what's my name?" I ask, thinking that it all should be completely obvious by now.

"Brook- oh, wait..." He laughs; finally making the connection that I was named after the city I grew up in. "I thought you had a weird accent for awhile," he teases. I attempt to push him over, but letting go of the rail wasn't a very good idea, because it led me to fall over. "Watch what you're doing!" He laughs grabs my hands and pulls me back up.

I was reluctant to let go of Brooklyn's hands after her dramatic fall. I watched as she carefully moved her hands along the railing, trying her hardest not to slip again as she shuffled her skates, barely moving ahead. "C'mon," I say, gently grabbing her arm. "You can't spend this whole time on the wall." She tries to twist her arm out of my grip, but I just tighten it as I pry her off and away from the wall.

"I swear to god, Logan," she says. "If I die-"

"Oh my god," I mock her, rolling my eyes as I pull her out towards the center. "Just come on; I promise I won't let you fall."

With the way Brooklyn was squeezing my hand, you'd think I had her dangling over a cliff. "You have to actually lift your skates," I point out while chuckling at the way she was shuffling behind me. "It'll help you move faster." She moves closer toward me and grabs a hold of my arm.

"Are you trying to kill me?" She asks, clinging on to me. I smile to myself and adjust into her grip, enjoying our situation. "This isn't funny! How the hell do you do it?"

"Well, for starters, let go of my arm," I unwillingly tell her. Her eyes widen and I can't help but laugh at how scared she looks. She lets go of my arm, immediately slowing down. I move ahead of her and turn around so we're facing each other. "Here," I put out my hands for her and start to skate backward, pulling her along with me.

"Ohmygodbecareful!" She nervously says, squeezing my hands once again.

"You need to calm down... Besides, what's the worst thing that could happen?"

"It's already happened- I lose all my dignity and become a pathetic mess." She pauses for a moment, and then adds in, "Or I could break a bone and be screwed for my show in two weeks."

"Just trust me," I reassure her. "Now, can I let go?" She vigorously shakes her head.

"No!" It took about another twenty minutes for her to let me do so, but it wasn't like I really minded.

"You'll eventually get better," Logan explains as he takes a seat next to me on the couch. After our lovely little ice skating incident, he took me down the street to the oh-so familiar (and surprisingly empty) coffee shop just before it started pouring rain outside. "Next time, you probably won't even have to cling on to anything," he smugly adds in as he hands me the paper cup filled with hot tea.

"Who said there's gonna be a next time?" I tease, blowing the steam off of my drink. He just flashes me that perfectly dazzling smile and I feel my heart turn into mush in my chest.

Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! I can't turn into one of them- one of those stereotypical pathetically venerable little girls who dream of their "prince charming" coming out of nowhere and completely sweeping them off their feet. No, I won't turn into one of them, because I know that will never happen. I don't have time for boys, relationships...love...

"Don't act like you didn't have fun." Logan playfully shoves my shoulder. He was lucky an ocean of hot tea didn't fly out of my cup and onto his face.

"Don't flatter yourself, hun." While we took a moment of silence, I glance out the window at the rain. It was coming down harder by the second, leaving me to wonder how and when I was going to get home. "So, how'd you guys end up here, anyways?" I don't bother taking my eyes off the window; I was kind of in one of those moods to go run around outside and get completely soaked. Logan just laughs to himself and shakes his head.

"Well...let's just say James and Kendall got us in to this big mess at the audition with Gustavo...but he apparently liked Kendall, who refused to go anywhere without us, and now here we are." He just shrugs like it wasn't a big deal. "What about you?"

"Step-dad had to move here for his job," I explain, rolling my eyes. It made my stomach churn just thinking about it.

"You miss New York, don't you?" For a smart kid, Logan asked a lot of stupid questions.

"Of course. Don't you ever miss Minnesota?" As stupid as it sounded, anyone was bound to miss their home, even if it was in the middle of nowhere.

"Well, yeah... None of us really had any plans of turning into pop stars- well, except for James." I just roll my eyes- how typical. The funny thing is that he definitely isn't the best singer out of the four of them. "Were you always in to performing?"

"Oh yeah," I reply, nodding. "I mean, I don't have any athletic capability, in case you haven't noticed already, so I had to find something else to keep me occupied."

"Well, I hope you know you make me feel embarrassed to even walk into that recording studio every day." I quirk an eyebrow and shoot him a questioning look. "I mean, you've obviously worked for years to get where you are now, and you happen to be an amazing singer." I can't tell if he's flirting with me or just being his usual sweet self. "My friends and I came out of nowhere, got signed by some big record company, and still can't learn a song without Gustavo breaking down every part for us." Part of me wished it were the first option.

STOP IT! You don't like him. You don't like him. God dammit, you don't like him!

"Well, for a bunch of not-musicians, I still think you guys are pretty good," I assure him. He just laughs again; I can't understand why he always does that, because I'm really not funny.

"I think I'll take that as a compliment."

"I think you should. That's probably the nicest thing that will ever come out of my mouth." It was so true. The two of us sit in another moment of silence, listening to the rain pour down harder and harder on the roof of the building.

"Doesn't sound like it's clearing up any time soon," Logan hints, showing me his smile yet again.

"I don't mind." I really didn't, no matter how cheesy-80's-chick-flick-gag-worthy it sounded. "This is kind of nice." Logan's arm slowly made it's way around my shoulder. I completely froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. I didn't want to just completely shrug it off- he wasn't James or some other useless tool that saw me as nothing more than a pretty face. But, I wasn't sure I wanted this kind of relationship with Logan; I didn't want to ruin the friendship we just established. I guess I was kind of over-thinking this, huh?

I decided to leave it as it was, taking the time to enjoy the fact that I can actually hold a conversation with Logan. He made me sorry I ever let James charm me into going on a date with him.

That was, of course, until an image I tried to forget popped up in my head: last weekend, when that pretty little brunette pulled Logan into that long, romantic kiss.

Maybe Logan wasn't any different than I thought he was.

It was still raining when I walked Brooklyn home from the coffee shop about an hour later. It had significantly died down a bit, but we were still getting wet.

The two of us closely walked together with my jacket over our heads until we reached her front doorstep. "Thanks, Logan," Brooklyn says, smiling sweetly. "This was fun."

"Any time," I reply, returning a smile and while gently grabbing her hand. In return, she nervously lets go. I stare down at her for a moment, unsure of exactly what to do. Before I knew it, I found myself slowly but surely moving in closet and closer toward her, until...

Brooklyn takes a small step back into her open doorway. "Night, Logan," she says before gently closing the door.

I guess this was how James felt last night.

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