A/N: Hey Readers! Thanks as always for your awesome reviews! I couldn't remember what city Lizzie lived in, so I made it up, if you know, just review and I'll change it, thanks! Just thought you should know that I'm going to move a bit quicker in this chapter-so pay attention! Thanks!

Fast-forward to the day before Christmas Break commences.
I sat on a park bench about five minutes from my apartment watching the sunset. Corey sat beside me holding my hand tightly-it would be the last time we were together for about three weeks.

"I am going to miss you so much! I don't want you to go Corey!" I cried resting my head onto his shoulder. He squeezed my hand tighter and pulled me closer to him.

"I don't really want to go either-but Christmas is a big deal to my family-plus it's only three weeks! Don't worry-I'll call you lots!" he kissed my forehead lightly and looked out towards the sun. After a bit, a bus came down the street and it was time to say goodbye. "This isn't goodbye, it's just a "see you in awhile crocodile" okay?" he stood up and I stood up as well, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Okay Corey-but just remember, I love you!" I kissed him passionately and he pulled away happily. That was the first time I'd ever told him I loved him.

"I love you too Lizzie!" he smiled and kissed me again, more passionately than before. We stood in the street kissing before we heard the horn of the bus honk. He pulled away reluctantly, "well, I guess I have to go, I'll call you at your parents' house tonight!" he waved and got onto the bus, waving from his seat. I sat back on the bench to wait for my own bus to the airport. It'd been a few months since I saw my parents and I'd never missed them so much. Before long, the bus approached the bench and I sat down in an empty seat.

"Hey, excuse me," I felt a nudge and woke up immediately. I must have fallen asleep during the ride-buses always seemed to put me to sleep. I looked over in the direction that nudged me and my gaze met with a pair of gorgeous green eyes.

"Y-yes?" I asked waiting for a reply. Taking another look, I noticed the stranger was a boy-a very hot boy, wearing a black leather jacket, a very short, brown Mohawk (much like Oliver James from What A Girl Wants), and a green band tee.

"Sorry to bother you, but do you have a pen? I had this great idea for a song," he added as I looked through my bag for something to give him. Finding a pencil, I handed it to him and he gratefully accepted.

"Thanks, by the way, I'm Logan," he held out his hand for me to shake.

I took his hand, "I'm Lizzie, and it's nice to meet you." I said politely as our hands still shook.

"You know, I might need this hand back to write my song!" he laughed and I let go of his hand blushing.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"No problem-so, where are you headed?" he asked beginning to write down some words on a napkin.

"Oh, to the airport, I'm going to visit my parents. How about you?" I asked moving to the isle seat to chat with Logan.

"I'm going to the airport too-my folks live in San Francisco," he finished writing down the lyrics to his song and looked back over at me.

"Weird, I'm going to San Fran as well. What time does your flight leave?" I asked checking my ticket information.

"Oh, um, in like three hours. I like to be early for these types of things. I mean I pay all that money for some stupid ticket-I'm not going to cut it close!" he smiled and looked over to my ticket info. "Weird, we're on the same flight."

"That is weird, so how's that song of yours?" I looked over to his napkin.

"It's a work in progress. I have this band called Hard Boiled and we're garage. We actually play in the drummer's parent's garage. I can't believe he still lives with his folks! Anyways, tell me something about yourself Lizzie," he looked over giving me a huge grin that would make anyone melt.

"Hm, what's there to tell? ...I go to UCLA, I'm a first year, my room-mate is getting married, and my other room-mate is dating my boyfriend's room-mate-" I began but was interrupted.

"You have a boyfriend? That's awesome and funny thing, I'm a second year at UCLA, and we have so much in common Lizzie!" he added with another 100 watt smile.

"Yeah we do, so what about you-any girlfriend?" I asked trying not to pry.

"Actually yeah, Alana. We've been dating for about a month now-I'm going to miss her so much-three weeks is a long time!" he added laughing.

"I know-so long to be without Corey, my boyfriend. I didn't want him to go but he needed to see his family." I finished giving Logan back a grin.

"I hope this isn't too forward-but since we're both by ourselves here, and we seem to be getting along, we shook get seats together," he stated looking at me with a smile.

"No, that's a great idea. I hate flying alone-it gets so boring. It'll be more fun-we can chat lots. Maybe we can even hang out during vacation?" I asked with a grin.

"That'd be cool too-Christmas dinners and family does get overwhelming-it'll be nice to know someone else in the city-besides any old friends. Do you have any old friends coming to visit?" He asked quietly.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I think my ex might be coming home. We were best friends and then he broke up with me because he was going to New York." I spoke casually as if I knew Coop forever and as if it were information simply being repeated. He scooted over into the seat beside me.

"Aw, that really sucks. I know how you feel-my girlfriend did the same thing to me-only it was last year-we had been dating like nine months and she was transferring. She said she didn't want to have to deal with a long distance relationship." His voice quivered a bit, and then he smiled as if he had pushed it away.

"Aw, my ex came to visit me-well me and my room-mates. He actually dated every one of us-Miranda, my best friend, and Parker. He had a new girlfriend-and she was pretty-a brunette!" I smiled touching my own hair remembering when I was a brunette. Over the weeks I dyed it a lighter brown so it would match as my blonde grew in.

"I can do you one better-my girlfriend called me about two weeks ago and told me she was engaged-engaged! We'd only been broken up for about four months and she was already engaged!" his voice raised a bit and I could sense a sad undertone.

"Oh Logan!" I gave him a tight hug as I sympathized for him. He hugged me back and I felt a chill run down my back. It was weird because, I hadn't gotten a chill during a hug since Gordo. Sure I got sparks from Corey-but never a chill. This was odd. I let go quickly and we both blushed. Something inside me, told me he felt that same chill.

"Last stop, LAX" a loud speaker announced and we both grabbed our bags. Logan was a true gentleman and grabbed my carry-on as I pulled my suitcase and hung onto my purse. We walked into the airport and straight to the check in.

"You go first Logan, I insist!" I nudged him forward and he spoke openly with the hostess and made sure he got a seat that had an empty one beside it. It was my turn and I smiled briefly taking out my passport and handing it to the woman. She gave me the seat next to Logan, checked our bags and gave us our tickets.

"Oh, before you go, there's a special for couples-it's a discount that you can claim back on all regular priced flights," she mentioned as we began to walk away.

"Oh we're not a couple-but thank you," Logan mentioned as we walked away.

We walked through the doors to our gate and sat down in the lounge chairs. We had about two hours before boarding, so I took out a book I had while Logan listened to his walkman and wrote down some lyrics. After a bit I nudged him in the side.

"What?" he asked as he looked at me.

"What are you listening to?" I asked, bored from reading my book. It was at a dull scene, mainly a monologue of some princess locked in tower-how original!

"Green Day, care to listen?" he pulled off his head phones and put them on me. He took my book and looked at the back reading the synopsis.

"A tragic love story about a prince who finds his princess in the most awkward of places," he read from the back aloud. "How interesting," he added, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I love this song, 'Don't want to be an American idiot!'" I belted out loudly, continuing onto the rest of the chorus. Logan began to laugh so I pulled down the headphones. "What?"

"You were just really loud and some old couple was staring at you!" He began to laugh even louder as I shrunk down in embarrassment. "Don't worry Lizzie, I thought it was cute-you have a pretty good voice!"

"Why thank you kind sir!" I joked.

"No seriously, you do. My band is actually looking for a female lead-just for this one gig-because I'm the usual singer. But yeah, I'd have to ask them-but you are totally great!" he complimented and I began to blush.

"Oh I don't know-I get really nervous in crowds and I don't think I could, but I'll think about it!" I added looking down at my book. Sure I was in the choir-but other people were singing at the same time and this would just be odd. Last week I had the debut of our Christmas performance-my short solo received a standing ovation. That was pretty awesome-but a band-I don't know!

"Just think about it-hey, I remember where I know you from now-I kept trying to remember but couldn't place you. Your hair is different-that must be why! You were in the Christmas pageant-my girlfriend was in it too-she's an actress not a singer. Your solo was awesome!" he finished and his eyes were filled with excitement.

"Thanks, I'll definitely think about it," I looked down at my watch and realized we only had an hour left, my stomach was grumbling now. "Want to get something to eat-I'm starving!"

"Yeah, let's go!"

We walked out of the lounge with our bags and hurried over to a small lunch place just around a corner.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. So, what do you guys think of Logan-I like him.
Next Chapter: Will Lizzie join Logan's band? Will they hang out during Christmas? What about Corey and Alana? Find out in Chapter 16!!!