-Rocky-

I tapped my knee nervously, as I waited for Logan on the bench on Concussion Hill. He called me earlier and said that he wanted to meet me here. I was going to tell him he could have just came up to my window, but before I had the chance he hung up. I was assured that he was alright since he called me, but I don't know that for sure. But I hope he found out why Jeremy has been doing this. My head jerked up when I heard someone cleared their throat, and was met with Logan's brown eyes.

"Are you okay?" Was the first thing I said, scooting more closer to him.

He nodded.

"I'm just peachy, just a little bruise." He held up his hand that was now wrapped up, some dried blood evident on the left side.

"You promise me you'll be fine.." I said quietly, running a hand through his hair.

"I was, I swear. But we had an argument and he ended up hurting me on accident, I know why he's been doing this.."

I nodded my head for him to continue.

"My mother died I think last week, when he found out he ended up doing this."

I didn't know what to say to him. I wasn't that kind of person that was good at comforting, but I tried to do my best.

"I'm so sorry to hear about that, is he alright?" I asked.

"Yeah he's fine. He's actually with one of his workers at the fire station, I called him to take him for a ride or something..he needed it." He replied.

Logan looked like he was holding back on something, and that something looked like tears. I knew he was trying to hold it in because he didn't want me to see him cry, but I knew that was only going to make it worse. Who can blame him though? He's been his father's punching bag for a week and he just loss the person that gave birth to him, he has to feel some emotion.

"Are you alright baby, you look pale." I touched his cheek, but he pulled my hand away.

"I'm fine Rocky.." He said, but his eyes started to water.

"Do you wanna go in your car and talk about it?" I queried.

He looked at me and hesitated, but nodded his head.

"I just don't understand, Rocky. I've done nothing bad at all, is this what I get for being a good person? She was never around when we needed her, but she was nice woman. Mom knew she had other opportunities she wanted to pursue, so she left a sixteen year old guy with a baby. I was nothing but a burden to my parents. Dad was right.." His slammed his arm down on the armrest, as I rubbed his back.

"You know that isn't true, Logan. I can't say anything about your mother since I didn't know her, but you're her son..she has to care about you. Maybe she was scared of the responsibility. A lot of nerves comes with being a teen mother. But there is something you can't forget, your father was always there with you. All those cruel things he said was from the alcohol, you are not a disappointment to him." I said.

"I'm so tried Rocky..i'm tired." He said in frustration.

"I know you are, you been going through a lot of stress. But I just want you to relax right now and lay with me, is that fine?"

He nodded his head and opened his arms. I pulled myself into his embrace and laid my head on his chest, and intertwine our hands.

"Also, don't be mad, but I told CeCe about it." I confessed.

He sighed heavily.

"I told you not to tell anyone, but i'm too exhausted to even fuss. Is she going to keep her mouth shut?"

I nodded.

"She promised she won't tell anyone. Also, I think you need to let your dad contact Georgia, she's worried sick about him."

"I'll notify him about that once he gets better, I don't think him and Georgia should be going out for now..just give it some time."

"I agree."

He raised my hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on it, making me smile and give him a peck on the cheek.

"I guess we should be heading out now, everyone's probably wondering where we are."

-CeCe-

"Which shoes are better? The red one say fiesty; but the blue ones say ocean goddess." I held both heels up for Gunther to pick, but he just shook his head.

"Considering i'm a boy I don't think I should answer that question, but definitely the red gorgeous." He replied.

I squealed and tossed the blue ones back in my closet and placed the red ones beside my bed, flopping beside him on my bed.

"Just to let you know, tomorrow is just a test date." I informed him.

He arched an eyebrow at me.

"What?" He asked.

"It's a date to test how well we match up together. Just so we know if we are ready to take it to the next level, if you are fine with that.."

"Oh, I am! I just never heard of that, you are one creative mind CeCe Jones."

I smiled at the compliment and climbed on top of him, resting my head on his chest.

"Your eyes are so blue." I giggled.

"And your hair is so red." He said back.

"Hey, remember when you threw that piece of gum in my hair in third grade?"

Gunther laughed.

"How can I forget? You came to school with some of your hair missing, sorry baby."

I playfully pushed him.

"If I didn't think you were so cute I would be so mad about that, you lucky bastard." I kissed him and smiled as he wrapped his arms around me, and placed a peck on my nose.

"But..we can always do it again." I looked at him in confusion, but backed up when he grabbed a piece of gum from his pocket.

"Gunther!" I warned.

"I'M JUST JOKING BAYBEEE!" I rolled my eyes at him, but pulled him back into a kiss.