A Logan Mitchell Story Hollywood Here We Come: Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I'm so sorry, I haven't updated in a while. I didn't know where to take my story but I finally got some ideas. This is going to be a pretty long chapter to make up my really long hiatus. So please enjoy

Logan's POV

I left Carlos' house after spending all day there. We tried to make the best of me moving back to Texas. We didn't talk much but just enjoyed staying in each other's company. To be honest, I enjoyed it. I liked seeing Carlos act very calm, it was relaxing not having to stop Carlos from doing every little annoying thing he could think of.

When I got home, I went right into my room and started packing. Dayton, Parker, and Krissy all gave me strange looks. I ignored it and just went on with packing. I don't know if I ever said this before but sharing a room just sucks.

Once all my things were packed I brushed my teeth and drifted off into a deep sleep. I was dreaming what life would be like without Kendall, James, and Carlos. It was actually pretty scary. The thought of not having them by my side depressed me. I knew it was a dream, but I just felt so lonely. I awoke looking at the clock it read '4:45'. I sighed and went back to bed.

The next morning I didn't get up till 11. I usually never sleep in this late, let alone Mr. Martian has strict rules about sleeping in. I knew for sure I was going to be fucked.

I brushed my teeth put on some pajama pants and a t-shirt and walked down stairs. I walked into the kitchen.

"Oh your finally awake." Mr. Martian said.

"Yeah, sorry I won't sleep in again. Do you need help with anything?"

"Logan, you just sit down and relax Parker would love to make everyone breakfast this morning."

Parker rolled his eyes. "But, Logan over slept. Shouldn't he be the one making us breakfast?"

"NO," Mr. Martian snapped.

"Alright fine, what would you like?" Parker asked.

"I don't care."

"Eggs, it is." Parker said going into the refrigerator, and grabbing the eggs, and begun to cook.

"Logan can you come into the living room, we need to talk."

I nodded and followed Mr. Martian into the living room, and I took a seat on the couch.

"Logan, this morning when your parents were on their way to get you they got into a car accident and they passed away."

I looked at Mr. Martian; tears were forming in my eyes once he finished that. As much as I hated my parents I did love them.

"Oh," I managed to say.

"Logan, you're going to stay with me. And if you'd like you can go with your friends to Hollywood."

I smiled a little bit, "But what about Summer?" I asked worried for where my little sister would be.

"She's going to live with some family."

I nodded. "Oh, alright. May I go hang out with my friends?"

"Yes of course."

I jumped off the couch brushing off any tears that had fallen from my eyes.

"Breakfast is ready," Parker said as he walked into the living room.

"I'm not hungry. I need to leave." I said and ran out the door.

I needed to clear my head. I knew it was gross I didn't shower or let alone brush my teeth but being babied by Mr. Martian was bothering me. Really, I'm upset about the death. I shed like a few tears, but now I'm over it. I mean I didn't know them to well so this didn't affect me much. I only let out a few tears due to shock. Shock, that they managed to get into a car accident.

I looked up at my surroundings I was at the park. I decided to sit and just think about my life now. I was headed to Hollywood where I can forget about everything. I'm going to make sure know body finds out about my past. I'm going to play the innocent act. I mean this will be tough; my baby is pretty up there on being innocent. Heck he doesn't want to hold my hand or even kiss me in public since he hates PDA.

"You know, sometimes I like to come here and think of all the times Sparky and I would play here. I miss him a lot you know."

I jumped as I heard Carlos say something to me. I was just surprised he even found me. It's not like I had my phone or anything on me.

"How did you find me?" I questioned.

"Oh Logie, your so predictable."

I rolled my eyes. "Really?"

"Yup, once Mr. Martian called hours ago saying how you took off after he told us about your parents death, James, Kendall, and myself all went out looking for you. But I know when you like to clear your head you come to the park."

I nodded, "Can we not talk about my parents or anything. Can we just sit here in silence?"

"Ok, I'm sorry about the loss dude. When your ready to talk about I'll be here for you."

"Carlos are you not fucking listening to me. Just shut your mouth." I snapped.

Carlos didn't say anything he just sat there and cried quietly to himself. When I hear Carlos cry I wrap my hand around his shoulder.

"Baby, I'm sorry, just everything it's happening all to fast. I mean one day I find out my parents want me back into their lives and then the next minute I found out they are dead. This is all to confusing."

"I get it." Carlos said, which I'm not really quite sure if he did. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in the Latino's mind.

I sighed, "I think I should be heading home. Mr. Martian is probably worried.

"That he is." Carlos said grabbing my hand, something he never does.

I smiled and looked up at him. "I think it would be smart to tell the guys I found you. James and Kendall were worried sick about you as well."

Carlos took out his phone and called Kendall. Carlos said we should stay here since Kendall and James wanted to make sure I was ok. While I was waiting Carlos was telling me how Kendall and James know as well. I was going to let them say sorry and just let them know that this isn't something I wanted to talk about. I don't think I ever wanted to talk about my parents.

Kendall and James soon arrived at the park.

"I'm sorry," James and Kendall both said once they saw me.

"It's alright, but guys can we just not bring up my parents, ever."

They both nodded. We all talked about how great our adventures in Hollywood would be and living the famous life. I found out that Ms. Knight would be taking us there and we'd be staying at the Plamwoods Resort. I couldn't wait I knew all the famous people lived there, or so I've been told.

By dinnertime we all agreed to go back home. Once again Carlos held my hand, he decided to walk me home. He said he didn't trust me to well and knew I'd go off again. Which was right, I wanted to be anywhere but in my group home.

"Carlos spend the night." I said.

Carlos smiled. "Alright, will Mr. Martian mind?"

"Um, I hope not cause your already spending the night I said." This was really out of character for myself. I usually always do what Mr. Martian said but today I just didn't care.

I walked into the house, and Carlos followed. Mr. Martian rushed over to me giving me the biggest hug ever.

"I'm glad your ok Logan." He said finally letting me go.

"Can Carlos spend the night?" I asked.

Mr. Martian thought about it for a moment. I know his policies on sleepovers, he sighed. "Fine, Logan, but your sleeping on the couch and Carlos has your bed."

I smiled, and looked over at Carlos. "It won't be that bad, I just want to let you know I share my room."

Carlos nodded. "Its ok, how bad can it be?"

"Oh its pretty bad." I said.

Carlos leaned in to kiss me I gently pushed him away. "I didn't bush my teeth at all today."

Carlos made a funny face. "That's gross." He said with a chuckle.

"I know, I'm going to shower, and not look like I just woke up."

I walked into the living room. Seeing Dayton, Parker, and Krissy all watching TV.

"You remember Dayton, Parker, and Krissy right?"

Carlos nodded, and I knew he'd be ok. I went into the bathroom brushed my teeth and took a shower. By the time I was out of the shower and dressed dinner was ready. For once none of us had to cook, and Mr. Martian agreed to.

I smiled, and took my usual seat, and Carlos sat down next to me. I actually talked to Dayton, Parker, and Krissy. I forgot even why I was holding a grudge against me. After dinner Carlos, and myself did the dishes. He told me he called his parents letting him know where he was staying.

I gave him a kiss, and then we agreed to watch movies till we had to go to bed.