The next morning, I woke up at 12:34. I could hardly sleep last night. I see four new texts from Logan. I eagerly open my cell phone, hoping for something to lift my sprit.

LOGAN: Wake up. You, me, breakfast 4 2

Oops. That was sent at 9:45. I opened the other ones. They were all texts, trying to wake me up. I slept through all of them. I texted Logan a reply, hoping it wouldn't be too late.

Cat-Lin: Oops. How about some brunch?
LOGAN: Can't. Recording show. Come by? & then we could visit your parents, & some lunch.
Cat-Lin: Sure. Sounds good.

I pulled myself out of the bed and dragged my tired and sore body to the washroom. I stared at my face in the mirror and almost have to cover my mouth from my groan. My eyes were blotchy and my hair was tangled and a mess. It would take longer than fifteen minutes, which was my usual time in the washroom, to clean my facial mess up.
Combing my hair, I thought of how sweet Logan was of thinking to go meet my parents again today. He was so wonderful I wondered what he was doing with me. Too often, actually. But there was something about his grin and bright eyes that made me fall head over heels for him all over again every time we kissed. Applying my lip glossing, I took one last look at myself before heading out of my house. I grabbed my bag and car keys, heading outside.
The bright sun hit me as I stepped out but I soon realized that it wasn't just the sun. It was cameras. Flashing. From the left to my right. Questions were being shouted everywhere. I must look like a deer from headlights.
"Miss. Caitlin! How are your parents doing?"
"After the plane crash, how do you manage?"
"Caitlin, baby! Can I get a over the shoulder?"
I let out a silent groan as I pushed myself away from the flashing lights and jumped into my car. How the hell did they know? How the hell did they find where I lived? The photographers weren't letting go.
"Miss. Greene! Does Logan know? Is he supporting you?"
"Is it true you're having a secret relationship with Mr. James Maslow?"
"Miss! Can I get a smile for US Weekly Magazine?"
I shoved the keys into the slot and started the car. Some photographers rushed out of the way to avoid any accident but some others could care less. I inched my car a little forward, giving them a hint I was in no mood to deal with pushy paparazzi. Eventually, they stood aside, letting me go. Although, the questions hadn't stopped. They shot their curiosity at me like bullets as I pulled out of the driveway. I slammed my head on my steering wheel at a red light. Did one of the photographers actually ask me if I was secretly dating James behind Logan's back? Were they crazy? I let out another frustrated groan and made my way to the studio.
Ten minutes later, I was in the parking lot of the studio and I quickly rushed inside before any new photographers could surprise me. Opening the door, the man standing behind the front desk, smiled at me kindly. His name was Paul Macintosh and he was always a loyal friend. I knew him well and he was now a familiar face since I came by often.
"Tried day, Miss. Greene?"
"Always is, Mr. Macintosh."
"Miss. Greene, how many times have I told you? Please, call me Paul." He nods.
"You call me Miss. Greene. Just a little revenge." I laughed. "Do you know where I can find Logan and the others?"
"Studio D, Miss. Caitlin."
"Thanks, Mr. Paul." I winked, walking away to studio D.
As I entered the studio, a young girl greets me with a cup full of pink lemonade.
"Good morning, Miss. Greene. Pink lemonade?"
I squinted at her name card and the name 'Daisy' came in view. "Thanks Daisy. But it's not morning." I laughed.
"You know my name? Omigosh, Caitlin Greene knows my name!" Daisy exclaimed.
I had no idea who she was. I only knew her name from the name card. I didn't want to dent her mood so I nodded and quickly walked away, thanking her for the drink. I walked around, asking stylists where they'd be. They told me the apartment so I quickly walked over to the set. As I approach, the director caught a glimpse of me and grinned, waving me over. Everyone called him D. Who knows why. Maybe it has to do with how he's the director. And you know, director starts with D.
"Alright. Wrap it up. Go have lunch." He shouted to the crew. I spotted Logan and the guys, rushing over to say hello. "Caitlin! How are you doing?" D greeted me.
"I've been better." I admitted.
"Yeah, I heard about the plane crash on the news." The director nodded. So that's how the photographers knew. I shrugged, signaling I didn't want to talk about it. Logan saved me by wrapping me into a hug.
"Morning." I mumbled, inhaling his smell of cologne.
"It's the afternoon now, sleepy head." Logan laughed, kissing me fast on my lips.
I blushed and hugged James, Kendall and Carlos good afternoon. "I'm a heavy sleeper."
"I just had a amazing idea." D exclaimed. "Caitlin, how would you like to play a part on the show?"
"Me?" I asked, startled.
"Yeah. It could take your mind off of things." D nodded. "Are you any good at acting?"
"I act like I love Logan every day." I teased.
"Perfect! Meet me in my office later. Right now, I'm starving. You kids go eat." D smiled, skidding of his chair and headed off to the table.
"What just happened?" I asked, facing the others. "He did know I was joking, right?"
"You're a pretty good actress, Caitlin. You'll do fine." Kendall assured.
"Or, I could tell him it was a mistake. I'm fine." I said, giving them a look.
"C'mon. I'm hungry." James said, ignoring me.
"Guys!" I exclaimed.
"Ooh, let's go to McDonalds! I want a little toy from those happy meals." Carlos suggested.
"I was thinking of going Thai." Kendall sighed.
"I want a toy!" Carlos exclaimed.
"Pretend the toy is the food." Kendall replied.

I sighed and trailed behind the guys like a lost puppy when my cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Good afternoon. My name is Cassie Tosh. I'm calling from your hospital. This is news concerning your parents."
I clutched the phone tighter. "Yes?"
"They seem to be recovering very quickly."

I let out a sigh of relief. This was good. "That's fantastic."
"I was told they would be able to make it home by the end of this month."
"That's great. Thank you."
"My pleasure. I'll see you soon, Miss. Greene."
I said goodbye to Cassie and hung up the phone.
"Who was that?"
I looked up, startled. Logan was standing in front of me, cocking his head in confusion.
"This lady from the hospital. Said my parents would be home by the end of this month." I smiled at him. "Then you could officially meet them."
"By the end of this month?" He echoed.
"Yeah. Isn't that great?" I exclaimed.
"Fantastic." He mutters.
"Well you sure don't seem too happy about it."
"No. I'm just hungry." He shrugs.
"That's right! We were supposed to eat lunch. Where is everybody?"
"They left before us cause I wanted to wait for you." He grins. "Aren't I the best boyfriend ever?"
"The best." I agree.
We head to his car and he drives us to a Thai place that Kendall had suggested.
"Caitlin, I have to tell you something." He sighs when we pull into the parking lot. He takes out his keys and I sit there, waiting for whatever he wanted to say.
"What is it?"
"Sometime this month, I have..."
"Have what, Logan? Omigosh, do NOT say period." I joked.
He laughs. "No, no. Nothing like that. I...I have a tour."
I blinked. Did he say tour? "For how long?"
"Six months."
"Oh." Six months. Suddenly, I realize he never told me what date he was leaving. "When are you leaving?"
He stared at me for what seemed like a eternity when he finally answered. "August 24th."
August 24th was my birthday. I wanted to celebrate my birthday with these guys. I hadn't mentioned anything cause I never was big on presents. I was going to call it my 'back-to-school-slash-back-to- work' party. I wanted to celebrate with Logan and the others. I wanted James and Carlos and Kendall at my party. Now, it just seemed as if it was a pity party of two with me and Katelyn.
"I know there were plans made. That's why I'm trying to get Gustavo to pull the tour back a little. Like make after August - "
"After September." I put in.
" - after September so we can have fun but you know how bitter Gustavo can be. But I'm still trying so don't worry." Logan sighed, then looked at me, waiting for my response.

"That's sweet, Logan, but I don't want to stop you from your tour. You've got a whole bunch of fans that want to see you in action."

"I know but…"

We both sit there, both of us wishing that the world would freeze and only me and Logan would move. We'd be carefree.
"Six months, huh?" I repeated. "That's a long time."
"I know." Logan said, looking at his lap.
"Six months? Where are you guys going?"
"London." He replied, fidgeting with his keys.
"I don't want to talk about anything right now that might bring down my mood." I shrugged, giving him a small smile. "Let's talk about this later. Right now, I'm starved."
"Fair enough." Logan laughed, as we both headed inside to lunch.