Author's Note:
A shout out to one of my Internet friends who just recently found out I was the one who was the author of this fanfic … I mean, she didn't even know until she saw a Anon ask me for a list and she started freaking out.
Love you Amy ! xx (You can check out her blog at btrswag dot tumblr dot com)
Enjoy this chapter, readers. Cheers, Celine xx
"The limo's here!" Katelyn exclaimed, hopping on one foot and putting a heel on the other.
The two of us grabbed our bags and quickly headed outside. The sun was already part-way down the sky, dipping into the horizon and mixing with the purple and orange colors. You could say it was breathtaking.
Then, I saw Logan. He was just as beautiful. He wore a gray, silk vest over a white dress shirt and stood, grinning at me. He wore his usual jeans and a pair of Jordan's as I hurried behind Katelyn towards the limo.
"Wow." Logan breathed as I stepped closer to him. Katelyn circled around and climbing into the limo, winking at me before her head disappeared. Giving us privacy, I see.
I grinned, giving him a spin. "You don't look so bad yourself, handsome." I winked, kissing him on the lips.
"I try." He laughs, opening the door for me to get in. I climb into the limo and Kendall, James and Carlos look up, with excited expressions on their faces.
"Hey, Cait." James whistles. "You clean up niiiiiice."
Logan slaps James arm as laughter fills the limo. "Stay away from my woman." Logan chuckles.
We start discussing the awards and what nominations they got. It turns out they got six - favorite TV show, favorite music group, most laughs, best voice over, best song (Worldwide), and best music video (Any Kind of Guy).
"That's amazing." I exclaimed, cuddling into Logan's side. "I'm so proud of you boys."
"You're making me blush." Kendall jokes, slapping my side gently.
The person clearing their throat interrupts the conversation. "Ah, sorry to interrupt, Mr. Pena. We're at the restaurant." The limo driver says.
"Thanks, Dan." Carlos says, opening the door and getting out. He holds the door open, waiting for us to get out. "Ladies and … ahem, never mind. Just ladies."
Logan gets out and gives him a sarcastic laugh. "Very funny." He turns to face me and helps me out of the limo. As I touch his hand, it's like a electrical feeling shoots up my hand. It's weird. Every time I touch his hand, no matter how many times, I felt that magic.
Suddenly, a loud shrill kills my train on thoughts as James gets out of the car. "THAT'S LOGAN HENDERSON WITH CAITIN GREENE." I spin my head around to find a group of photographers and fans hurrying towards us. Huh. They knew my name.
Another scream. "AND THAT'S KATELYN TARVER WITH KENDALL SCHMIDT."
Annnnd, one more shout with a flash and a snap of a camera. "WITH CARLOS PENA AND JAMES MASLOW. I KNEW JARLOS WAS REAL." Jarlos? Really, people?
"In, in!" Logan demands, ushering us into the restaurant. "James, quickly tell the manager is here." I quietly laugh to myself. Logan just said, 'in, in'. Does that sound wrong or what? Oh, gosh. I'm so immature. I'm so sorry, but c'mon. It's a little funny, admit that. Can you imagine that? Oh, gosh. I need to get a life.
James hurries off as we all close the door behind us. The cameras are flashing. Carlos quickly locks the door, leaving the paparazzi behind the glass door. He pulled down the blinds, and finally, it seemed as if we were safe. For now. The lights were still flashing through the blinds as we all stood against the wall, breathing hard and taking in what just happened.
"How do they know?" Kendall asks. "How do they know where we go? I mean, most of our fans are sane but those?" He gestures to the doors. "Immortal."
Katelyn laughs as James walks back towards us with a man who looked around 30-40 years old. He had glasses and a few wrinkles, his hair with some gray but not much.
"Guys, this is Matt Queens. He's the manager of this restaurant." James introduces.
"Hello, welcome to Blue Sea Restaurant." The man nods. "You guys go get a table as I tell the photographers that photos are not to be taken and that the restaurant is closed today."
"Thank you, Mr. Queens." Katelyn smiles. "We're grateful for your help."
"My pleasure. Now, if you excuse me." He gestures to the door and we kindly step aside, headed into the brightly lit restaurant. I notice the restaurant is empty. Completely empty. It was quiet too, except for the clatter of dished in the back of the kitchen. I frowned as Logan led me and the group over to a large table with six seats around it.
"Why - "
"Is it all empty?" Logan finished. "Because we kind of reserved the restaurant just personally for us."
"That's kind of selfish, don't you think?" I asked, frowning.
He laughs and wraps his arms around me as the waitress makes her way over to us. "We love our fans but sometimes we just need a little privacy, alright?" He assures as he pulls out the chair for me to sit down. He then, leans down to whisper in my ear. "And, I didn't mean to say 'in, in' before. It was the matter of being rushed and that just came out."
I held back a laugh. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb with me. I saw you giggling to yourself when you thought I wasn't looking." Logan rolled his eyes as I blushed. The waitress handed out the menus as I sipped nervously at my glass cup of water. Time was running out. The time for the KCA's was coming closer by the minute. Geez, I hadn't realized how nervous I was.
"Everything will be fine, Caitlin." Logan assured, patting my knee softy.
"Ooh, this looks good, doesn't it?" James asks, setting down the menu for us to see.
"What's it called?" Katelyn asked.
"Um, Au Du Lau Toilette."
"Isn't that French for toilet?" Carlos asks, frowning.
"I thought it was for perfume." I cocked my head.
Kendall reaches over to read the menu. "That says A De-Lious Frenchies." Kendall explained. "In other words, French fries."
"You should really wear your glasses, James. Your eye sight is horrible." Katelyn frowned.
"I'm fine." James waves us off. "Shall we order? Does everyone have what they want?"
I frowned, and stared at the menu. Everything here was so expensive. Even though me and Logan had gone out for a while now, I felt terribly guilty when he brought me something - even if it wasn't expensive. I scanned the lines for something that looked okay. Someone that looked right.
"Caitlin?"
"Hmm?" I looked up to see all eyes on me. Including the waiter. Oh gosh, I really need to stop zoning out. "Yeah?"
"Do you know what you want…?" Katelyn raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, right. Um…" I scanned the lines and said the first thing that I knew would be cheap and hopefully yummy. "I'll have some soup." I said, smiling at the waiter.
"Soup." Logan repeated, not as a question but as a statement. "Soup." He said again, blinking.
"I'm not…that hungry." I smiled warily.
"Never mind that. She'll have what I ordered." Logan said to the waiter. He looked back at me as I looked at the waiter in panic who was scribbling down my - well, Logan's order. "You need to stop."
"Stop what?" I asked, looking fast from the waiter back to Logan.
"Stop worrying." I heard Logan say as I watched helplessly as the waiter made his way back to the kitchen.
"About what?" I sighed, looking down at the cloth used to keep my dress clean.
"Stop worrying about price, first of all." He said, as everyone around the table nodded. "And stop worrying about the KCA's. You'll do fine. Everyone will love your witty and cute self." I snorted. I actually snorted. Like, it actually came out of my nose. Ugh, how disgusting. There's an awkward silence but suddenly, I start to laugh and can't control it. Soon, everyone else is laughing too.
"See? Unlike other girls, you laugh at yourself rather than cry." Carlos smiles. "You'll be fine, Caitlin. Best Friends honor." He said, holding his hand across on his chest. Katelyn and the others nodded and did the same. I rolled my eyes.
"Ah, your pork ribs and noodles, sir." The waitress returned, placing down a large plate filled with noodles and at least 8 pieces of huge ribs. I eyed the plate and wondered whose it was. To my relife, Logan pushed the plate of food towards the middle. Oh, okay. Good, we were all sharing. Seems smart since that plate is huuuuge.
Before I could say anything else, the waitress came back with a whole cart of plates. "Some teriyaki chicken, French fries, some fried rice, sushi, hash brown, chicken fingers, some samosas, sweet bread, bread made from fresh herbs, cheese, and garlic and last but not least, some salad, with fresh parmesan cheese, cucumbers, some fried chiken breast and baby tomatoes." I stared at all the different kinds of foods that sat on the table. I gulped as the lady set down the last plate and everyone grabbed for something to eat. Okay, so maybe I was wrong.
"Caitlin, do I have to feed you?" Logan asked. "Although, that'd be terribly romantic." He winked.
"No," I quickly answered, reaching for a samosa. "Yum." I said, biting into the crisp and tasty crust.
In another hour or so, Kendall reached for his cell phone and read the time. "7:30. We should head out now." He said, wiping his mouth with a Kleenex. I was stuffed as hell. Except, you can't really be stuffed in hell, cause I doubt they'd give you food there. So, maybe I should say I'm stuffed as a fat rich kid. No, that's insulting to fat people. Cause, you know, it's not nice to call people fat. Large. No, that's not very nice either. Perhaps, the word big. No. Or maybe esquisitly different. Yeah, that coudld work. Although, rich people are never fat cause they can buy themselves a new body or whatever. Not that poor people are fat, you know, cause they probably wouldn't be poor if they could afford McDonalds or whatever. Not that McDonalds is bad but you know, all the calories and fat. Not that calories are bad. I mean, you need some or you'll faint. At least that's what the movie Mall Cop told me. Or was it sugar? No, I'm pretty sure it was sugar cause he had to lick a lollipop that was on the ground but I mean, he was on the verge of dying so I guess … well, not dying exactly but -
"Caitlin, you ready to go?" Logan asks. He's standing up along with the others and they're all getting ready to leave.
"Oh, yeah. Okay." I stood as the waiter came to put the empty plates away. I'm surprised we finished everything though. I mean, it was a hour but, c'mon.
I slid out of my chair as James thanked the manager. "It'd be better if you tell your limo driver to drive around back. Some photographers are probably hiding outside." The manager smiled warmly.
"Thanks, Mr. Queens." James thumps on Matt's back before following him outside.
A/N:
Now if I wasn't so behind in writing, and having other things to write about within the 30 chapter's area, I'd have them get kidnapped. But no worries, I'm writing a fanfiction with a friend that has something to do with kidnapping, (Ahhlii, go check out her FF's. They're beaut) and the first chapter will get posted soon. I hope. If Alison ever sends me her first chapter (Ahem, Alison, I know you're reading this).
Anyways, proceeding with the chapter.
We followed him out and as told, the limo was waiting for us. We quickly boarding into the limo, waving goodbye and thanking Matt for his good food and help.
"Anytime!" Matt says as we get in the limo and drive off.
"To the KCA's, I assume, Mr. Pena?"
"You got it." Carlos nodded. "Excited?" He asked, facing us again.
"Very." Katelyn smiled. As the others nodded in agreement.
"Caitlin?"
"Who wouldn't be excited?" I shrugged, smiling warily. And to be honestly? I was nothing near excited. In fact, I felt like throwing up.
"Relax." Logan whispered, kissing me softly on my cheek. "Everything will be great, just you see."
And for once, after through everything I felt from the day he told me about me being his date for the KCA's till now, I actually believed him.