"Annnnnnnnnd, cut." D shouted. "That's a wrap guys. See you tomorrow."
Everyone said their goodbyes as they left the set. I quietly and patiently waited for D to leave the set. After that awkward so-called interview, I wasn't in the mood to deal with anymore over-enthusiastic compliment. When I was sure D was out of his DIRECTOR seat and was somewhere else, I walked up to Logan and swung my arms around his neck.
"You were wonderful, Mr. Mitchell." I smile.
"Why thank you." He gives me a dopey grin. "Care to join me for a walk in the park?"
There's a nearby park here by the studio. It's hard to believe it's still alive with kids around it with all the other big buildings, intimidating the park. But it's there. It's alive. It's not exactly huge as in it-could-be-the-next-six-flags huge but it's big enough for me.
"Sounds good." I nod.
We decide to walk to the park since it's only a few blocks away. We both stepped into the sunlight and shield our eyes from the bright lights. Logan puts on a pair of sunglasses and so do I.
"Look at us. We have so much swag." Logan laughed, adjusting my sunglasses.
"Well, duh." I grinned.
"It feels good to stretch my legs." He sighs, bending his knees.
"Doesn't it?" I smile.
"Although, they did get quiet the exercise chasing you around in the hospital." He smirks.
I blush. "What do you think this Victoria character does?" I ask, changing the subject.
"I don't know. Sounds like one of those prissy rich girls."
"Thanks."
"I don't mean it that way."
"Sure."
Soon the park comes to view and I spot the swings. I race over and sit on one, pumping my legs to make me go high.
"What are you doing?" Logan pants, racing up to me.
"Trying to fly to the moon."
"Funny."
"I know." I smiled down at him.
He climbed onto the other swing and started pumping his legs. Soon enough, his swing is just as high as mine. We were both going to the same pace.
"You know, I believe this is called dating in swinging terms."
"So we're dating now?" Logan asked. "Oh boy. I wonder what my mom with think."
I laughed. "She'll say you're not ready to date just yet."
"Damn. I feel like a fifth grader again." He sighs.
I grinned. "Your mom would be proud."
"Speaking of my mom, I'm going back home for a day or so. You want to come down with me?"
"Really?" I asked. This was huge. He wanted me to meet his parents! Eeeeeeeereee!
"Yeah. We could go horseback riding. You ever try that?"
"I'm willing to." I grinned. Imagine! Me! Meeting his parents!
"You know, I think my sister would love you."
"Really?" I said for the second time.
"Yeah." He smiles at me. He hops off his swing and stands just below my swing. "Jump."
"Are you crazy?" I laughed. "I suck at these things."
"Jump!" He shouts.
"No!" I laughed.
"If you don't, I'll scream to the world."
"What?" I exclaimed.
"IM LOGAN HENDERSON AND IM IN LOVE WITH A GIRL NAMED CAITLIN." He shouted.
"Shhhh!" I laughed. "Shut up!"
"CAITLIN IS THE BEST GIRLFRIEND EVER BUT I JUST MIGHT BREAK UP WITH HER CAUSE SHE WONT JUMP INTO MY ARMS!" He shouted some more.
"Logan!" I shouted.
"SHE DOESNT TRUST ME ENOUGH TO JUMP INTO MY ARMS."
"Okay, okay." I laughed. "You win, I'll jump."
I let go of the swings chain and jump into his arms. He managed to catch me which surprised me.
"You look lovely in this light."
"That's the lamp post, nimrod." I smiled, taking his fitted cap and wearing it.
He then fell back in the sand which just outright scared me. I was on top of him which just made me smile.
"Shit, you fell!" I shouted.
"On purpose."
"I'm probably fat." I said.
"How much do you weight?"
"93 pounds."
"Yeah, you're probably fat."
"Jerk." I said, sitting up.
"I'm joking." He laughed. He wrapped his arms around me. "Don't be mad."
"I'm not." I grinned. "Because it's not true."
"Talk about letting the fame go to your head." He teased. "We're going out for dinner tonight. You're coming right?"
"Am I supposed to?"
"You're my girlfriend. Does that answer your question?"
I smiled. "Casual, right?"
"Sure. I never did get what casual or elegant meant."
I shook my head, pretended to be disgusted. "Aren't we supposed walk when we say walk in the park?" I asked, cuddling up to him.
"Yes, but I don't want to. I just want to stay here in each other arms." He murmured.
"Sappy." I sang.
"You ruin every moment." He laughed, not moving from around me.
"But you love me all the same."
"Exactly." He nodded.
I felt his heartbeat in my ear and cuddled up into him. God, I loved him so much.
"I can hear your heartbeat."
"Can you?"
"Yeah."
"What's it saying?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"I think it's saying 'I love you and I'll miss you like shit misses a toilet when I go on tour.'"
"I always thought you had a way with words." I smiled.
"What can I say? I'm a poet." He grins.
"I'm going to miss you so much." I sighed.
"Like shit misses a toilet?"
"Like shit misses a toilet." I echoed.