"Hey Erin!" James calls.
She turns and when she sees us there, she runs. For a skinny girl, she sure can move.
"She...probably needs to go to the washroom." I assured.
"Right." Logan nodded. "Let's go."
We linked arms and he lead me to his car. He climbs up on top of the car and hits the roof of the car. I stare at him, not sure what he wants me to do.
"Sit." He says.
"You want me to climb all the way up there?" I stutter.
"Would I let you fall?" He smiled at me.
"After that incident in the park, I'm not going to answer that." I laughed, stepping onto the car. I waddled over to him and carefully sat down.
"Here's what I was thinking - we have a smashing birthday party for you then you and me headed over to Texas in the morning." Logan says.
"Whatever happened to practicing?" I teased, pointing to the script.
He took my paper and threw it in the car. "What do you think of that plan?"
"Logan, I told you I want nothing for my birthday - that includes a party."
"Caitlin."
"Okay, so it says here, that you have to hide behind a plant." I said, looking at his script since mine is now lost in Logan's Car Land.
"Caitlin, seriously. I want to do something for your birthday."
"Okay, fine. We'll have a cake. That's it." I said.
"Just a cake?"
"Yeah!"
"Uh, no!" Logan shakes his head. "A PAR-TAY. Everyone is invited!"
"Logan."
"Now that the party plans are settled..."
"Logan." I repeated.
"Yeah?"
"No party. Just you, me, James, Kendall, Carlos and Katelyn. Maybe even Erin."
"And D, and Ciara, and the entire Big Time Rush cast and Victoria and the entire Victorious cast and Miranda and Nathan and Jeanette and the entire iCarly cast - "
"That's a lot of people."
"I know."
I sighed. Arguing with Logan was pointless. "Fine. Go plan a party."
He laughs. "I knew I'd get through with you." He wraps his arms around my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.
"I hate you." I mutter.
"I love you too."
We spend the rest of the time, cuddling while trying to remember our lines. Although, it seems as if I memorized Logan's body and face more than script lines. Maybe practicing with Logan wasn't such a good idea after all.
He runs his fingers through my hair once more and says another line. On second thought, I love practicing with Logan. But once more, I mess up my lines.
I just found out something new about myself. I can't seem to concentrate when Logan touches me.