Logan wiped his eyes, hating that these stories had made cry so much already.

But he knew why, it wasn't just anyone's story, it was Danielle's.

Switching over the CD for the next, he stared at the number twelve written in her beautiful hand writing. She had always told him she had chicken scratch hand writing, Logan couldn't help but think that was the farthest thing from true. Her hand writing was pretty and feminine, one of the few things that was feminine about her.

But that's what Logan loved most about her, she wasn't afraid to go out of the apartment in sweats a tee shirt and no makeup. She was naturally beautiful, and she showed that off every day.

Too bad in a town full of fake people, anything real is shunned, resulting in someone's death.

Logan replaced the CD, starting the CD quickly after. Logan listened, for once her breath was calmed and she paused before speaking minutes later.

"Love is always patient and kind.
It is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited.
It is never rude or selfish.
It does not take offense and is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth.
It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes."

Logan smiled at the familiarity of the scripture, made famous by the movie "A Walk To Remember." One of Danielle's and Logan's favorite movies, Logan mostly watched it for Danielle though because she loved it.

Only one person in my life ever showed me what true love is. He showed me that someone like me, an ugly freak, could be loved.

He made me feel beautiful for once.

He made my life better.

Logan Mitchell, thank you for showing me true love.

But before I start, I want to clear something up. This tape is not going to bash him, no this tape is to show off that I had one good person in my life who helped me when my life was complete shit.

So, if you're expecting me to tell you all something terrible about Logan, or what he did to want to commit suicide, well then you will disappointed, because he did nothing.

No, he truly is the angel in my life.

Now, Logan, I debated for a very long time to put you on these tapes, you don't deserve to be on here for you only helped me.

But then when I thought about it, I needed you to know the reason why I, well, did what I did to myself.

A tear escaped Logan's left eye, she couldn't say suicide when it was talking directly to him.

I know no one on here would tell you why I did it, so then I knew you had to be on these tapes. For that sole reason alone.

Then I thought what number?

You were number one for awhile; after all you were a lot of my firsts.

My first true crush.

Logan's eyes widened, he had no clue he was her first crush, how had they never gotten together?

My first kiss.

Logan smiled at the memory; it was one of his favorites.

It was a crisp autumn night after a math club meeting, which the two were a part of. The meeting had run later than usual, but gave Logan an opportunity to walk Danielle home since there was no way he was going to allow her to walk home alone at night.

They were walking to her house, a bit cold since it was always colder at night than day time and it was the time of the year that it was not cold during the day but was at night, meaning the two did not bring their jackets to school with them.

As the two walked, Danielle shuddered. Logan placed his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to his body.

"Better?" Logan questioned.

"Much." Danielle had agreed with a smile.

The two walked, keeping up a conversation the entire time. They had gotten to her house when they stopped to give each other hugs, something they always did when they left each other.

Unlike normal, while they continued to hug, they looked at each other, their eyes connecting, brown on brown, before they leaned forward.

Their lips met for a second in hesitation before Logan got the balls to press harder against her lips. They started a slow rhythm while Logan brought her closer to him by her hips and she placed both of her hands at his neck, one of her hands playing with the overgrown hair at the nape of his neck.

Danielle broke the kiss, needing to breath. The two stared at each other, there seventh grade faces heating up as they did so.

"Wow, that was-"

"Amazing" Danielle finished for Logan.

"Yeah, that was. Can we do that again?" Logan questioned, making Danielle laugh.

"Maybe later. I have to go, I have so much homework." Danielle replied, untangling her hands from his neck, quickly pecking him on the cheek before walking away.

"Thanks for walking me home, Logan." Danielle replied with a cute smile before going into her house.

Logan had had a smile on his face for a week after that, wishing he could kiss her soft lips again and had a feeling he would never forget her taste.

He was right, for no one had quite the minty perfection taste that she had.

By far my favorite kiss, even though we alone shared quite a few.

It was his favorite as well, it was sweet and simple.

My first time.

A blush coated Logan's cheeks at the mention.

Another one of his favorite memories.

Logan had just turn fifteen, Danielle fourteen almost fifteen. All Logan had heard from his friend was sex this sex that. Carlos had recently lost his virginity; meaning Logan and Danielle were the only one left in their small tight knit group to be virgins.

Logan and Danielle had ended up alone one Friday night, Carlos being with his dad on a camping trip and Kendall and James were on a double date. Logan was invited, but hanging with Danielle alone was more appealing.

Somehow the conversation headed to sex and how everyone was doing it, but them.

Logan confessed, his whole face heated up due to embarrassment, that he wanted to wait until that right person; but he had a feeling he knew who it was.

Danielle had questioned who.

Logan, while biting his lower lip, admitted that he always wished his first time would be with her.

Danielle's eyes had gone wide, before a mischievous smile crossed her lips with a crimson blush that coated her entire face and neck.

"Want to know a secret?" She had whispered to Logan.

Logan nodded his head, too embarrassed to actually say anything.

Danielle scooted closer to him on his bed, biting her top lip before coming to his ear and whispering, "I've always wanted you to be my first too."

As her breath ghosted across his skin, a shudder ran through Logan as she leaned away to gauge his reaction.

"Really?" Logan questioned, not believing her and thinking she was joking.

"Does this answer your question?" Danielle questioned before leaning in and kissed him, but it wasn't like one of their normal kisses, this one was fueled with passion and lust.

Something Logan was fine with for once, because he felt the same way.

As the two made out, Logan grabbed onto her hips, pulling her into his lap. As she straddled him, she let out a giggle before kissing him quickly on the lips again.

"What happens if your parents come back?" Danielle questioned. They were out at dinner with a bunch of friends from Logan's dad work. It took a lot of trust for them to be able to allow Logan and Danielle to be alone in the house, were they about to break that trust that had taken years to build?

"Don't worry, darling, they will be gone for hours." Logan whispered, knowing he was too far to stop now.

Danielle nodded her head before kissing him again. Logan laid them down, clothes were ripped off slowly and lovingly before they gave themselves to each other.

It was one of the fondest memories Logan had, one that could always bring a smile to his face.

While his friends regretted there first time, wishing they had saved it for someone more special, Logan always looked back on his first time with a smile. For his first time was with Danielle, the one he truly loved. And she must have liked him a lot to not only give it up to him, but also for not getting mad when he released too early for her to really enjoy the experience.

Something Danielle told him not to worry about, but Logan had freaked so much that they had to do it again until she was happy with their first/second time.

"Typical Logan." She had replied with a laugh once they were finished. Logan had smiled at her, bringing her naked form closer to his naked body, kissing her gently on her lips.

They parted, their foreheads touching before snuggling closer.

As the two stayed in bliss, they heard the front door open and Logan's parents yell that they were there, making the two jump up.

"Shit." Logan cursed under his breath, grabbing his clothes quickly and changing into them. As Danielle put on her shirt they heard one of his parents jog up the stairs.

"Go into my bathroom and finish changing." Logan whispered to Danielle, throwing her her articles of clothes she still had not put on.

Danielle obeyed, just closing the door when she heard Logan's mom voice.

"Hey, where's Danielle?" She had asked.

"Bathroom." Logan said quickly, sounding flustered to Danielle.

"Oh, did you two have fun tonight?" She asked innocently, making Danielle giggle.

"We sure did." Logan said, a smile in his voice.

"Okay, well we brought you guys some dinner if you want any. It's on the table. Dad and I will be in our room if you need us."

"Okay, thanks mom." Logan had said before his mom left. Danielle waited a moment before leaving the bathroom.

"You could say we had fun." Danielle said with a smirk before sitting next to Logan.

"Hmm, lots of fun." Logan said with a smirk of his own before kissing her on the cheek. "I don't know about you, but I am starved. Want to go eat what they brought us."

"Sure." Danielle replied with a smile as she brushed her golden hair behind her ear. Logan grinned before grabbing her hand, entangling it in his own as they walked down the stairs.
~~

The first one to truly care about me.

Then I really thought about it, and I knew I couldn't put you as first because my story does not start with you, even though I wish it did.

So I questioned what number then? Then it came to me, number twelve.

There are many reasons why I put you as this number, here are a few.

First, I wanted to name an angel for the devil was revealed. I wanted one CD that was a happy time for me, before I revealed just who the last straw was.

Now, Twelve semesters I wished you were in my class. Remember how our elementary school was weird and switched classes on you every semester, since they swore we were such a small class that if we switched it up then you would have everyone in your class every year.

Yeah, lies.

I started wishing you were in my class the second semester of third grade, and wished and wished until finally in ninth grade we had three classes; history, biology, and algebra two.

There was a reason why those were my favorite classes that year and it had nothing to do with education.

Twelve steps between our bedrooms, now this one is a bit of a stretch but if you take smaller steps then there were twelve steps between our rooms.

Six if you took normal steps, Logan had gotten bored one day and tested it out.

Twelve kisses, we shared twelve kisses in our life.

Really? Logan could have sworn they had kissed more, sure they were friends but there was an attraction that couldn't be denied sometimes.

Okay, maybe it was more than twelve. But there was twelve short, beautiful kisses shared between us.

The others were just bonuses.

Heavenly bonuses.

Twelve months, or in other words a whole year. Twelve months I denied liking you when I was younger. I knew I had liked you from the first time I met you, but it took twelve months for me to really admit it.

It had taken Logan years, because he didn't want to admit he liked his best friends younger sister, it went against the bro code.

Twelve hockey games. Twelve games I played side by side with you, since Minnesota originally would not hear of a girl playing on there all boys team. Once I finally got on, I played twelve games with you before we moved to Hollywood.

Logan remembered that time. The team him and the guys were on had an up roar when she originally tried out. The team was classified as a co-ed team, but no girl had ever tried out and actually made it before.

The entire team protested, knowing Danielle was good enough to be on the team. It took until the next season for her to be on the team and have some ice team.

In the end, she was the one who got the winning point in seven of their twelve games.

Twelve times you caught me crying, not all of them because of these reasons on the tape. But some of them were. I was pretty good at hiding when I was crying, but you still caught me twelve times.

'You were too good, Danielle.' Logan thought sadly as he listens in.

Meaning twelve times you held me while I cried in your shoulder, always my protector Logan.

"But I couldn't help you in the end. Some lousy protector." Logan whispered, hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Logan, you are and were the best thing to ever happen to my life. You helped me in ways that you don't even know.

You made me a better student, because I never wanted to look like an idiot to you.

You made me a better friend, because I never wanted anything negative that I had done to come back to you so you would hate me.

'I could never hate you.'

You were my rock during all of this, and I know I should have come to you more, and I am truly sorry for giving up. But thank you for being there as often as you were.

Logan, I am going to miss you.

Don't ever change, no matter what people tell you because you are perfect the way you are.

I'm sorry I am giving up, but in the end even you couldn't save me. I am too broken, and would never want you to have to watch me, a shell of my former self.

I want to be the girl in Minnesota, happy, carefree, loving, a girl who didn't care what other people thought.

But I can't be, I'm too far gone to be that girl again.

But Logan, even though it's only a small bit, the former self that is still in me is because of you.

Because of your kindness, your loving self.

You never gave up on me, and please know I never gave up on you.

Whatever you do in the future, know I am cheering you on from the other side.

Go on living your life, and forget about me. Don't let my death be the reason why you don't achieve your dreams.

Thank you for being you, I love you, Logan Mitchell. With all of my heart.

I love you.

And with those last three words the CD ended, leaving Logan frozen, staring at the CD; willing it to bring back Danielle.

After what seemed like an eternity, Logan subcomed to the tears, allowing himself to bury his head in the couch, crying into the harsh material.

She finally says that she loved him, but it was too late.

She was already dead.

Logan turned his head, breathing in fresh air before whispering into the silence of the apartment his voice broken and raw due to his tears, "I love you too, Danielle."

This made me almost cry! Oh my gosh! I'm pretty close to tears, this broke my heart and I am the one who is writing it!

There you guys go, number twelve is Logan!

I want to clear something up, I never had any intentions in making Logan number thirteen. I always wanted to have him be Danielle's saving grace; I was just never sure what number he should be.

Like I said, he couldn't be number one because that wasn't the start of Danielle's story, and then after debating for a while, I realized number twelve was perfect.

Like I said earlier, showing off the angel before the devil was revealed.

I knew Logan couldn't be too early in, since I might lose some of you guys if I did!

Oh, and I like messing with you guys ;) Love you all!

Now I hope you guys liked this! Hope it was just cheesy enough, and also had enough of Logan and Danielle together which this story is lacking.

Tell me what you guys thought!

Number thirteen is next, who will it be?

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