We waited hours for the people to leave, but they were waiting for me to go.
"You know you can't leave if they're out there. They're gonna attack you with cameras and questions." Logan told me.
"I know. But they're not gonna leave until I do." I replied.
"This sucks!"
"Oh, so you're hating spending all this time with me?"
"No! I mean it sucks that you're trapped in here. I mean, that we can't go anywhere without them..."
"Yeah, I get it."
"Well, since we're trapped in here, what do you wanna do?"
"Hmmmm... You got any ice cream? I have an idea."
"Yeah... What's your idea?"
"We make sundaes, and we dance around to BTR music. That's what I used to do when it was rainy and I was with a friend. But it was usually to different music..."
"Sure! Sounds awesome. Meet me in the kitchen. I'll go get the CDs."
"Okay!"
He ran upstairs, and I went into the kitchen. Finding the freezer, I pulled out a bunch of ice cream, and toppings from the fridge.
He came back with 2 CDs: BTR and Elevate.
"These good?" he asked.
"Yup! Perfect. Put one in the stereo thingy and press play."
He did as I told him to and came back over.
"Okay, now what?"
"Now just scoop ice cream into a bowl and drown it with toppings!"
"Not sure ice cream can drown, but okay!"
We scooped a ton of ice cream into the bowls, then piled carmel, chocolate syrup, chocolate chips, sprinkles, and a bunch of other stuff onto it. We ate the ice cream and danced around the kitchen to "Love Me, Love Me" and the rest of that CD. We looked out the window now and then, and when we finished our sundaes, the paparazzi were gone.
"Thank God!" I yelled.
"Wooooo! This calls for more dancing and ice cream!" Logan exclaimed.
"Dude! It's almost time for dinner!"
"Holy crap! It's that late already?"
"Yeah!"
"You wanna eat here? I'm not much of a chef, but..."
"Sure! And lucky for you, my dad is an amazing cook, and he taught me some dishes. I could teach you, if you want."
"Sure, sounds awesome! Whatcha wanna make?"
"Hmmm... Something simple. Maybe my mom's amazing spaghetti and meatballs. Yes, my mom cooks too."
We started making the food, the music still playing. Luckily, I had a care package from my mom, which had the sauce in it. I called my "temporary neighbor", and she got it and met me downtown. I thanked her and went back to Logan's house, picking up a loaf of French bread for garlic bread. I also picked up a tin of Altoids.
I walked in and started mixing up the garlic butter mixture, and spread it onto the bread. I put it in the oven, boiled water for the noodles, and put my mom's sauce in the microwave. I made the meatballs and warmed them up. Eventually, it was ready, so I set up the plates and walked into the dining room. I gasped, almost dropping the plates.
"Logan! It's amazing!"
He set up a candle-lit dinner for two, tablecloth, roses, the whole 9 yards. I glanced down at my flip flops, shorts, and tank top, and felt so out of place.
He smiled, and took the plate, sitting at one side of the little table. I sat on the other side, and we started eating.
"This is delicious! And the sauce is home made?" he commented.
"Yup! My mom stands over the stove for hours making it."
"Well tell her I said it's amazing."
"Will do. Well, when I tell her about you..."
"You haven't told her yet?"
"No... I'm not 100% sure she'd approve... She thinks all celebrities are the same. And she's good at holding grudges against them. She's hated Chris Brown since that whole Rihanna thing. When was that, like 2005?"
"Oh ok... I see why you haven't told her then..."
"Yup. Ya know, a couple of my friends are die hard Rushers. When we're done with dinner, I have an idea."
I pulled out my phone after dinner, sitting on Logan's roof again. He was sitting a few feet away, curious, but following my instructions. I clicked on the Oovoo app and typed in my passcode, praying that Logan had wifi and it didn't have a code. Luckily, I got in, and called Jillian and Taylor for a 3-way call.
Jillian picked up first.
"Hey! How's L.A.?" she asked cheerfully.
"It's awesome! I landed a guest role on a show!"
"Awesomesauce! What show?"
"I'll tell you when Taylor picks up."
As if on cue, Taylor answered.
"Hey!" she greeted us.
"Taylor! Liv got a guest spot on a show!" Jillian blurted out.
"Jill! Way to let me tell her! God!" I scolded.
"Sorry dude."
I laughed, and told her it's ok.
"So? What show!" they asked in unision.
"Oh, I think you guys have heard of it. It's called Big Time Rush."
They both screamed, "OH MY GOD NO WAY!"
"Yup. And I also kinda got a boyfriend who I'm hanging out with as we speak. Did I mention I'm over that asshole Lance? I'm done with him."
"Good for you dude. I told you there was something about him. You should've listened!" Jillian said.
"Oh shut up! Do you wanna meet my boyfriend or not?" I asked.
"YES." they said at the same time.
"Logan, come here!" I yelled to him.
"No, you don't mean..." Taylor stuttered.
"Hi." Logan said awkwardly.
They both flipped out. I had to cover the speaker until they finally calmed down.
"You done?" I asked, slightly annoyed, but mostly amused.
"Yeah." Taylor responded.
"We're good." Jillian added.
Logan and I laughed, then the four of us held a pretty much meaningless conversation for half an hour.
They both had to go after a while, so I pitched another idea. I had him do the same, then went through the same routine with my cousin Deanna, another Rusher.
"Hey! What's up? How's L.A.? Any record deals yet?" Deanna greeted.
"Oh not much. And no, but yes... Well kinda. I got a guest role on a show, and I had to sing, so..."
"Oh my God! Awesome! What show?"
"I think you might have heard of it. It's called... Big Time Rush! Oh, and did I tell you I'm over Lance?"
"NO WAY! And good for you. He was an ass anyway."
"I know. But if you wanna meet my new not-assy boyfriend..."
"YES YES YES!"
"Logan! Come here!"
"Not Logan Henderson, right?"
"Oh, cousin, dear, that statement couldn't be more true."
"Hi.." Logan said with an awkward wave.
Deanna pulled herself together a little bit better than Jill and Taylor, but she wasn't calm, cool, OR collected about it either. She went into a fit of stuttering, which sounded a little like;
"You're... And you're with... My family... OH MY GOD."
Logan and I just laughed.
"So..." Deanna pressed. "Have you guys kissed yet?"
"Well..." Logan and I both said, turning red.
"Dude! You left Jersey 5 days ago! And you've already kissed him? Jeez, are you getting married before you come back!"
"Well..." Logan started.
"Logan!" I mock-scolded, pushing his shoulder.
The three of us laughed, and talked for a while afterwards. Eventually, Deanna had to go, so we let her. I looked at the time.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
"What?" Logan asked.
"It's 11:30!"
"What! I gotta get you home! Well not home-home, but..."
"It's ok. I'll walk."
"No you won't. Remember the very first thing I ever said to you?"
I thought back three days. Back to the pier, back to when I thought love would never find me. His voice echoed in my mind. "What's a young lady like you doing out here all by herself? It's dangerous out here at night."
I sighed, and walked down the stairs, not stopping til I got to his car. He drove me to my condo, and I went in, changed, brushed my teeth, and went to bed.