*Olivia's PoV*

I woke up in Logan's arms. I looked at the clock. 2:30 A.M.! What the...? Oh. Right. The article. I glanced at it again, and whispered a goodbye to my privacy.
Logan stirred, and I looked up. He smiled.
"Well, I guess everything happens for a reason. And every good thing comes with its baggage..." I said.
"What...? Oh. Right."
So I'm not the only who's totally out of it at 2:30 in the morning. Good.
"What day is today?" I asked groggily.
"I dunno. Check your phone." Logan replied.
I looked at my phone. It was off, so I pressed the power button and waited. Finally, it turned on.
"Crap! It's Monday!" I exclaimed.
"Damn! This weekend went fast!" Logan said.
"Don't we have work today?"
"Oh... Crap."
"Yeah!"
"Well, I think this calls for something..."
He took my phone and pressed a few buttons. Then I heard Kendall's voice coming through the speaker.
"Uh uh uhuh oh!"
He hit pause, and I smiled.
"We're not in the show right now, you know!" I laughed.
He put my phone down on the coffee table.
"Well, I should probably head home..." Logan said halfheartedly.
"Maybe you could stay for a COUPLE more hours..." I suggested.
"Yes!" He jumped up in the air like a little kid who was just told he won a year's supply of candy.
I laughed, then an idea popped into my head. A mischievous idea.
"Wanna annoy the neighbors?" I asked, grinning devilishly.
"What's your plan?" he asked, smiling.
"Blast music really loud and jump on the bed?"
"I don't know, that could get you kicked out..."
"Oh come on, Hortense!" I laughed, poking him.
He grinned. "I like you like this."
"Like what?" I asked innocently.
"All... Mischief-y. I doubt that's a word but let's go with it!"
I laughed. "This is seriously the best weekend I've had in a while."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I used to hang out with these guys when I was younger, but we all separated and went to different places."
"Oh. Guys? Did you ever..."
"Oh ew! No! I never went out with any of them! They were... Are like my brothers!"
"Oh ok. Good. Someone with history with you stands a much better chance than I do."
"Oh, please! Being with you... Well I thought I've been in love before, but that was nothing compared to... Us. You. This."
"You... You're in love with me?"
I blushed and looked at my hands. "Yeah," I said, just above a whisper.
"I... I love you too. I was gonna tell you on the balcony, but your phone went off and..."
I kissed him. His hands were on my waist, and I felt them inching lower. I broke away to yell at him.
"Logan!"
"What?"
I sighed. I should've known. That's the only reason guys want me. They just want to take away the one part of me that hasn't been broken. (besides my bones) All guys ever want these days is to get in a girl's pants.
"Oh. Sorry. I... I got kind of caught up in the moment and... I'm sorry."
"It's ok."
"You mad?"
I sighed. "No, I'm not mad."
"Well, something's on your mind. Tell me."
"It's nothing." He gave me a "look". "Really."
"I guess there's only one way to find out..." he said, coming closer.
"Logan? What are you...?"
He started poking me, and moved onto a full-fledged tickle attack. He thought he could tickle it out of me! Little did he know, I had practice escaping from stuff like this. I squirmed, determined not to tell him what I was really thinking. Eventually, I dropped to the floor, in armadillo position. He gave up and plopped down on the couch.
I stood up.
"Ha! I win!" I said.
"Says you!" he teased.
"Oh really?"
"Yup."
"Whadda you gonna do about it?"
He stood, and walked toward me. He playfully pinned me to the couch, not with enough strength to hurt me, but enough to make it difficult to get up.
"Tell me what you're thinking, and I'll let you up."
I struggled, and went limp.
"That's not gonna work." he stated.
"Damn!"
"Tell me."
"I swear, it was nothing!"
"I know it was something."
"Fine. I was thinking how different things are gonna be now. Stupid People people."
Ok, it's not exactly what made me go silent, but I was thinking that too.
He let me up, and I punched his shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?"
I just looked at him.
"Stupid question..."
I nodded, and looked at the time again. 3:30. Not too bad.
"You know, you're still in your PJs." I told him.
"So are you."
"Touch ."
He laughed. I melt inside when he laughs. I love him, and it's comforting to know he loves me too.
We watched TV and drank V8 until 5:30, when he left.
I climbed into bed, setting my alarm for 7.

*Logan's PoV*

I drove home at 5:30 in the morning, my head spinning. What did the article mean for us? The picture could affect things with the show, which would directly affect the band. I love her, and I'm sure of it. If this whole thing puts too much pressure on us...
No. I can't think like that. If anything happened between us, I don't know what I'd do. Even though I just met her, I can't imagine my life without her.
I turned into my driveway and walked upstairs, hoping to grab another couple hours of sleep.
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I dreamt about Olivia.
I dreamt we were at the beach together, and things were going really well. Nobody even noticed we were there. Well, of course that had to change... People started swarming our blanket, asking 10 billion questions at a time. They came closer and closer, and eventually they came between us. I heard her scream, and I tried to fight through the crowd, but I couldn't find her.
I woke up, looking around, breathing heavily.
"Oh. It was just a dream. Thank God." I said to myself.
I looked at the clock, and saw it was 7:30. Crap! I jumped out of bed, and threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. We're recording the new song today, and I'm kind of excited. It's a love song, with my girlfriend. Makes sense, doesn't it?
I blow-dried my hair and went downstairs. I wanted... Waffles! I put an Eggo in the toaster and waited.
*ping!*
Yeah! My waffle! I put it on a paper towel and went back upstairs, eating as I went. I finished by the time I got to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth. I finished, ran back downstairs, and ate a mint.
What? I hate it when someone's breath smells in the recording booth! So at least it won't be mine.
I jumped in the car, and looked at the passenger's seat, wishing it wasn't empty. But she's probably already on her way. And her condo isn't on the way... I'd be late if I picked her up.
I heard a car behind me and looked up.
"Olivia?"
"Well, ya comin?"
I smiled and hopped out of my car, rushing to hers.
"Nice sunglasses," she commented.
"Thanks. They got swaaag," I joked.
She laughed, and we drove to the set, talking the whole way.
"You know, it's pretty amazing that, with all the time we've spent together, we can still find stuff to talk about," I pointed out.
"It's 'cause there's nothing I'd hide from you. I even hide things from my best friends, but with you... It's different," she answered.
I smiled and looked out the windshield. Damn, I'm special! If there's things she tells me, but not her best friends... Wow.
She must've seen me thinking, because she started asking me questions.
"What's on your mind, baby?" she asked.
"Oh... Nothing."
"Are you mocking me?"
I laughed. "Nahh, I was just thinking that I'm pretty special if you tell me things you don't tell your best friends."
"Oh, you're special, Logan."
"Hey!"
"Hi!" She grinned.
"Very mature, Livie Boo."
"Oh, so you talked to Taylor, Logie Bear?"
"You're gonna go there?"
"Yup! And you can't touch me. Ha!"
We both laughed, and pulled into the studio parking lot. I grabbed her hand, and we walked in the door together. I took off my shades, and stopped short, dropping them on the floor.