Author's Note:

Well, hello Readers. It'd been quite a while since I updated and I'm sorry :s I've been so busy because of Christmas coming up. All the assignments were due this week and I was so behind so I had to catch up. But don't worry. I'm back for two whole weeks babes! Since, you know, it's Christmas break. So yeah, hope you enjoy this chapter because it's the second last one!

Hope you guys have a great Christmas!

But if you don't celebrate Christmas, happy Hanukah.

And if you don't celebrate Hanukah, Happy Eid.( Idgaf if that's next year. Just happy Eid.)

And if you celebrate none, just be happy c:

- Celine xo

"Can you believe it?" Logan exclaims, entwining his fingers with mine, "four awards out of six!"

"That is pretty amazing," I nodded in agreement, still a bit grim at my little, um, pep talk back in the arena.

He pauses, looking at me. He's about to say something until James and Carlos bounds up beside him. "Four freakin' blimps!" Carlos says, high-fiving James.

"Damn right," Kendall said, shoulder bumping Logan. As the four boys excitedly celebrated within themselves, Katelyn walks up behind me and walks to my pace.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I said, plastering the biggest smile on my face. "My favorite band is going home with four blimps."

"I don't know, you seemed kind of grim - "

"I'm fine, Katelyn," I said, interrupting her and holding up a hand.

She doesn't seem convinced but we continue walking to the limo the boys were waiting at. They were discussing who would keep which award. "Can't I keep the best band - "

"I already called dibs on that."

"Then I'm taking the Best TV show."

"Actually, can I trade my award for that one?"

"Geez, James, make up your mind."

"I just did."

I rolled my eyes before climbing in the limo with Logan. When we all were in, and the doors were all closed, they dropped the conversation of trophies and moved on to the performances, talking about several celebrities and their stage performances. They, themselves, had preformed Boyfriend and I was practically melting in my chair. Literally. Katelyn had to fan me with a piece of paper.

The limo begins to pull away from the curb and I catch Alex standing with - believe it or not - my entire old group of friends. Natasha, Kurt, Isabella, Macy, Jonathan, Benjamin, and Rebecca. I glanced over to Logan and the rest, trying to ignore the slight pang in my chest. I miss them, I really do. But this is my life and I guess it's time to make something out of it. I needed a reason to be hanging out with them … I just needed to know what.

"Oh, hey, that reminds me," Carlos turns to face Logan, "We won't see you because you and Caitlin are going to your parents to stay, right?"

"Yeah, for a week or two," Logan nodded.

"Until of the occasion, right?" Kendall asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Yeah," Logan said, looking at me out of her corner of his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," James quickly assured.

"Then what's the occasion?"

"It's nothing," Carlos said.

"If it's nothing then you can tell me," I said, giving them all a look.

"Caitlin, it's nothing," Logan said again, taking my hand.

"I'll have you know, I will find out what you guys are talking about. Don't underestimate me," I said, squinting at all of them.

"Alright, babe," Logan laughs.

We reach home fast, after dropping off Katelyn, and we all climb out, tired from today's excitement. We thank the limo driver before headed up to the boy's hotel room in silence. When James opened the door and flicked on the lights, I flopped down on the couch, dazed. I closed my eyes and just laid there, soaking in the relaxation. I heard the rest of them mutter goodbyes and goodnight and how we'd celebrate tomorrow morning. Soon, it was silent.

"Babe," Logan walks over and sits down next to me, patting my leg. "You awake?"

"No," I muttered.

"Caitlin," Logan said.

"What?"

"Did you pack yet?"

"For?"

"Texas."

"No," I mumbled.

"You know we're leaving tomorrow afternoon, right?"

"Yes," I muttered. I wasn't exactly in the mood to have a conversation. I was exhausted and I didn't even win an award.

"Do you want to sleep at your house tonight so you can start packing right away once you wake up?"

I opened one eye and squinted at Logan. "Is that your way of telling me to leave?"

He chuckled. "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to go with you."

"Oh," I blushed. "Okay," I groaned, sitting up from the couch.

Logan grabbed his car keys. "We're leaving for Caitlin's house," he called into the hallway. There were several groans and grunts. Logan looks at me and shrugs as I giggle and follow him out the door. We're in his car soon and he's driving us off to my house.

"So," he pauses, looking at me. "Excited?"

I nodded. "Very. Yet, nervous."

He laughs. "For what?"

I scoffed. "Hellooo? Meeting your parents is a huge deal," I pointed out.

"Not really," he smiles at me.

"I don't know what world you live in but on Earth, it is," I said, giving him a look as he turned to corner and we reached my familiar neighborhood.

"C'mon Cait," Logan sighed, giving me a look out of the corner of his eyes. "You're perfect."

"There's no such thing as perfect, buddy."

"A near second to perfect."

"A near second to perfect is Big Time Rush."

He rolled his eyes. "My point is, if I love you, then they will too."

I bit my lip and sighed. "I sure hope so."

He pulls into the driveway of my home and we both climb out of the car, both extremely tired. I unlocked the door, throwing my stuff on the couch before tugging Logan upstairs to my room. He followed, his grip tighting around my hand as I pushed open my bedroom door. He sat down on my bed, yawning as I went inside the washroom to change.

I was quick, slipping off my dress before throwing on my sweats and my baggy shirt. I wiped off my eyeliner and mascara, cleaning my face so I felt refreshed. I tied my hair into a bun before brushing my teeth and blinked, staring at my reflection. I still hadn't recovered from my little pity spree back at the awards show but I felt a little better. Just a little. I took one last glance at myself before I opened the door and walked out the washroom to find Logan wearing nothing but his boxers. I bit my lip, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Logan."

"Hey babe,"

"Wanna tell me why you're in your boxers?"

"Do you mind if I sleep in my boxers tonight?"

"N-no," I shook my head, feeling my cheeks tint with pink.

"Cool," he smiles before going into the washroom to brush his teeth.

I walked over to my bed, diving into the covers. I flipped over and glanced at a photo that I had taped onto the wall. It was a photo of us two when we were at the beach, both of us laying together in a hammock in the sunset. Katelyn had took it and showed me later on that night and I demanded to get a copy.

"I remember that," Logan's voice said. I turned my head around to see Logan walk towards me.

"Me too," I smiled, my eyes still on the photo. "I couldn't forget it if I tried."

"We've had some good times, haven't we?" I asked, smiling as he made his way over to me.

"Best of times," he chuckled as he laid down on the bed next to me and kissed me on my lips. I curled up into his arms as we both cuddled into my covers. Logan reached over me and switched off the lights.

"Hey, Caitlin."

"Yeah, Logan?"

"Guess who loves you?"

"Um, Taylor Lautner," I joked.

"No," Logan blinked.

"Oh, I've got it. Gregg Sulkin," I said, pretending to be excited.

"No."

"I'm just saying if they did love me - Oh, is it Johnny Depp?"

"Caitlin, it's me."

"Oh," I smirked, smiling up at him. "I suppose that's good too."

"You suppose?" Logan asks, raising an eyebrow.

I giggled, cuddling into him and breathing in his aroma. We both fell asleep to the sound of the city outside as cars raced by, hoping to get home to spend the night with the people they loved.