Chapter 8:

I woke up the next morning at about 10:00. I looked out my window to see it pouring. It was like all hell broke loose. Yeah, it WAS that bad. Don't contradict me!
So anyway, I figured I'd brush my hair and make today a lazy day. I walked downstairs to the little shop to get some magazines, maybe some Skittles. I picked up a copy of People, and a copy of Seventeen. On my way out, I grabbed a box of Skittles, paid the cashier, and shuffled upstairs, still half asleep.
I walked in, poured a glass of V8, and plopped down on the couch. I absentmindedly flipped through People, thinking about last night. Occasionally, I looked at the pages, and right there, in the middle of the magazine, was me. With Logan. On his roof. Kissing.
"NO!" I screamed.
I read the article, and it said something like this:
"Does Logan Henderson, 22, of Big Time Rush, have a new girlfriend? It seems so, to our reporters. We found them on a hot date on Logan's rooftop, in the middle of this hot kiss. No information about her has been revealed yet, but we will find out something soon!"
"No. No no no no no no! Why?" I screamed.
I picked up my phone and sent Logan a text, praying he was awake.
"get over here. Now."
I sat on my couch, crying. I waited for Logan to reply, but he didn't. I curled up in a ball and cried my eyes out, waiting for him.

*Logan's PoV*

I woke up around 10:30 to a text from Olivia.
"get over here. Now."
I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, and got in my car. I got to her condo complex, and ran to her condo on the 4th floor. I knocked on her door, but she didn't answer. I ran down to the lobby, and talked to the guy at the desk.
"Look, I need to get into condo 4L. My girlfriend is in there and she needs me." I told him.
"Well if she's in there, she'll answer the door."
"No, you don't understand. She sent me a text this morning, saying get over here now. So I went and knocked on her door, but she didn't answer. I heard sobbing through the door, so I know she's in there. Now can you please give me a key?"
"We only give keys to residents, sir."
"Do you realize who you're talking to?"
"Whatever. This isn't going anywhere. Just take the key." He handed me a key, and I thanked him, rushing upstairs.
I unlocked her door to see her balled up on the couch, crying.
"Oh. Oh man. What's wrong?" I asked.
She pointed to the magazine laying on the table, so I picked it up and read.
"Does Logan Henderson, 22, of Big Time Rush, have a new girlfriend? It seems so, to our reporters. We found them on a hot date on Logan's rooftop, in the middle of this hot kiss. No information about her has been revealed yet, but we will find out something soon!"
My eyes widened when I saw the picture. It was me and her, wrapped up in our little bubble, kissing.
"No! This can't be happening."
"It is." she said through her tears.
I sat down on the couch, and took her in my arms. I looked at her, the way her light brown hair spilled onto her shoulders, and the way the light bounced off her golden highlights.
"It'll be ok. We'll make it through this." I promised her.
She looked at me, her beautiful blue-green-hazel-Idontevenknow eyes red from crying.
"Do you really mean that?" she asked.
"Absolutely."
We sat there, wrapped up in our bubble again. When I'm with her, there's no where in the world I'd rather be. I kissed her forehead, and she half smiled.
"Ok, come on. Get up." I said.
"Ughh why? I'm happy right here." she complained.
"I have an idea."
I led her toward the balcony doors.
"But it's raining!" she protested.
"Exactly." I said, smiling.
She looked confused, so I just opened the door and stepped outside. I got soaked almost instantly, but I really didn't care.
Olivia stepped outside with me, and I took her to the edge. We were both soaked, and she looked up at me, finally getting my plan. I leaned in and kissed her. The kiss lasted a while, but I'm not sure how long. My time is all messed up when I'm near her.
When we broke apart, she said, "So that's what it's like to kiss in the rain!"
I laughed, and it was almost like the article never happened. I hugged her, hoping the press didn't find her condo.
'Stop thinking like that when you're with her!' I thought.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. We stayed like that for at least 5 minutes. I looked at her, and was about to tell her how i feel about her, that I love her, but her phone interruped our moment...again.
We walked inside, and I went into the bathroom to get towels. I wrapped one around her shoulders, and pulled one around me. She looked at her phone, still recieving texts and calls. Eventually, her missed events page looked a little like this:
Texts from: Krysta, Sophia, Jillian, Taylor, Deanna, and 6 others.
Missed Calls from: Mom, Aunt Jill, Aunt Lynn, Grandma, Gammie, Mary, and 5 others.
I turned her phone off and said, "You can talk to them later. They're just gonna ask about me. And that frickin article!"
She nodded, and pulled the towel tighter around her. She started crying again, so I led her to the couch, and we stayed cuddling like that for hours.

This chapter's a little shorter than the others... Hope you're likin the story so far! I've made some changes. Enjoyy!