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Katie' POV

For the next couple of months, things couldn't have been better between Logan and me. Every night we would fall asleep in each other's arms. But as I should have figured, that didn't last all too long. After a while he was really annoyed at me for small things like not making the bed when I left for school in the morning, or stealing socks from him when I ran out. He and I were about the same shoe size, that's why I could easily steal his socks without drowning in them. I had always been a little messier than what Logan was, which considering he was pretty much an order freak, wasn't that weird at all.

And naturally, that annoyed me as well, that he was annoyed at me over that kind of small things, which eventually turned into fights. Today was one of those days. "Katie! You can't keep stealing my socks! Don't let it go out on me that you don't do your laundry!" He shouted angrily.

I huffed. "I cannot believe we're actually fighting about socks!" I shouted, shaking my head in disbelief.

"If you would just-"

I cut him off before he completed that sentence. I knew what he was going to say, and I didn't want to hear it.

"It was an emergency! What was I supposed to do? Walk around with no socks in my Converse sneakers? IT'S A FREAKING PAIR OF SOCKS, LOGAN, IT. SHOULD NOT. BE THE END OF THE WORLD!"

"But you- you're a girl! You could have worn some other shoes!"

I knew him well enough to know exactly what that meant; high heels, which I didn't need socks for.

"Oh, really?" I asked disbelievingly, putting my hands on my hips, "I had a long day of work ahead of me and had school for eight hours before that. Do you even know how fucking painful it would be for me to wear heels all day? Huh? Do you? Did you even think that far, Logan?" Now I was really getting pissed, and it was all too clear with the way I spat the words at my boyfriend.

"No-o?"

"I didn't think so," I said, calming down a little bit, but walked out of our room slamming the door shut.

Carlos and Kendall sat on the couch and both looked turned their attention quickly from me as I left my room. Both of them had obviously listened in on our fight, but didn't want to get involved. Or busted for listening. I didn't really care exactly what the reason was.

I pulled out my phone and texted Jo, Camille and Stephanie asking for an emergency shopping trip to the mall. Camille and Stephanie were up to it, but Jo had to turn it down because she had to work all night at this movie she was currently working on, which I couldn't remember the name of.

Only about a second later Logan stormed after me from our room.

"Katie!" He cried after me, "wait up. Don't walk out on me all pissed off." By then he had ran up to me and grabbed a hold of my hand. I would never admit to it, but just that little touch calmed me down. A lot.

I looked at him and sighed. "Honestly, I think we end up fighting this much because we spend almost every single minute of the day together," I said much softer and rubbed the bridge of my nose. "I think we need to spend some time away from each other."

A shocked look laced his face, but quickly turned in to pain.

"A-are you breaking up with me?" he asked, unconsciously putting on an adorable puppy-dog face.

"No! No, of course not," I told him softly holding on to both of his hands, "I'm just saying we should try to hand with our other friends sometimes too. You know like you guys could have a guys night, and I could have a girls night with Camille, Jo and Stephanie."

Logan's face lit up. "Sounds good to me," he said and gave me a nice and warm hug, before pulling away and kissing my forehead.

"Okay, it's settled then, we'll spend some more time apart from each other."

I left the apartment and headed for the lobby where Cami and Steph were already waiting for me. We greeted each other cheerfully and headed for the parking lot. None of us spoke while we drove; we just let the radio fill the silence.

"What's up Katie? You have to be pretty damn upset to call an emergency shopping trip," Camille noted worriedly as we arrived at our destination.

"Oh yeahhh," I said awkwardly. My friendship with her might have gotten back to normal, but talking about Logan with her was still… well, awkward.

"It's Logan, isn't it?"

I nodded in reply. "You know you can talk about him with me. I don't mind," Camille said, while getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I know. It's just… I still think it's a little weird, you know. After all, I did sort of steal him from you, which I'm really sorry for by the way."

Camille let out a mild laugh as we started heading for the main entrance of the mall. "Katie, you've apologized like a million times already, it's really fine. You two function together in a way he and I never did. You two are obviously meant to be together. Now, what'd he do now?"

"Ahh, well, I think it's more both of us really. I think we've spent a little too much time together so we end up fighting over stupid small things like me stealing a pair of socks from him," I told them, sending both my friends on to fits of laughter.

"You guys seriously fought about socks?" Stephanie asked, having to stop several times because she was laughing so hard. I couldn't help but to laugh a little myself.

"I know, right? That's what I said too. I mean seriously, we fought about socks. A freaking pair of socks."

"Wow, you already fight like a married couple," Cami noted amused, making me blush and send the unwanted idea of me being married to him to my brain. Not because I wouldn't want to marry him, oh god no – that would be the most amazing thing ever, to call myself Mrs. Mitchell – but because I really didn't want to think about it. I would end up zoning out of the moment and could end up not getting much sleep at night.

"You totally do!" Steph said, pulling our little group in to Urban Outfitters.

"How long have you guys even been together now?" she asked.

"Almost six months," I beamed and halted, my face dropping.

"What?" Stephanie asked worriedly.

"It's our sixth anniversary next week! Oh my gosh! What am I gonna do for him?"

Camille and Stephanie exchanged looks before bursting out laughing. "God, you're such a girl," Cami said and playfully slapped my arm.

"Your point is?" I grinned.

"Of course she's being a total girl about it, she is a girl," Stephanie said and laughed.

"You should totally take him out on a date or something," Camille said cheerfully, "do something special. Like take him to his favorite restaurant, oh, or a concert!"

"I'm gonna have to agree with Cami, it's traditional but it works as long as you show him why you love him and want to keep up the relationship," she said smiling.

"I will," I beamed at them.

Several hours later, we returned to the Palm Woods having spent more money than I really care to mention, much less think of.

When I entered the apartment, mom was the only one there. She informed me that James and Carlos where by the pool, Kendall and James had apparently come to the same conclusion as Logan and I had, that they needed a little time away from each other. Kendall and Logan had apparently gone out to see a movie.

I couldn't help but to imagine that James would be a little jealous of that seeing as James was an easily-jealous type of guy, unless they where watching a horror movie, which was a real possibility with Logan and Kendall at the movies. James wasn't a particularly big fan of horror movies, actually that was an understatement, watching a horror movie with James was – actually, you know what, just don't. James' reactions to the movie are usually way more frightening than the movie itself. If it weren't for the scary music that would be playing in the background, I'd laugh my guts out of his screaming. But then again, if you added Kendall to the mix, so James could hide his eyes on Kendall's chest, he'd be fine. It was hilarious really, James was a big tough guy, but when it came to horror movies he was like a scared little girl.

"How was your day, sweetie?" mom asked me while walking around the apartment putting everything the guys had messed up at some point during the day, back in its original place and picking up what she found of dirty laundry. The guys were all 19 years old, but sometimes they really acted like a bunch of kids.

"It was great, apart from the morning fight with Logan, but I went shopping with Stephanie and Camille," I said smiling and got out a bottle of vitamin water.

"Oh honey," mom said sympathetically, "what did you fight about this time?"

Did I mention it wasn't all that uncommon for Logan and me to fight nowadays? Well, no I have. I flashed mom a smile and said; "we fought about me stealing a pair of his socks or two. I mean, seriously. We fought over a pair of socks!" I shook my head, still not able to fully understand what had been going on with us. Mom let out a short, mild laugh.

"Well, sweetie, that kind of thing often happens when you first move in with someone. Especially when you're dating that person. But I know you two will find away to figure this out, but you just have to learn how to compromise," mom said sweetly.

"Yeah, I know. But thanks though, mom, I really appreciate it," I said cheerfully and gave her a hug.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go put my new stuff in my closet," I said and picked up all the shopping bags I had left by the kitchen counter. I settled everything in to my part of the closet. Yes, Logan and I had split the closet in half. My part was starting to overflow though. I could really use some more space. Just as I thought that, Logan entered the room.

"Should I leave?" he asked uncertainly.

"No, no – it's your room too. Besides, it's not like we can avoid each other forever," I said while trying to squeeze my new stuff into my closet.

"You really need some more space in there," he noted.

"Yeah, I know."

"Hey, uh…" He paused, seeming uncertain of how to properly phrase what he wanted to say, "your mom stopped me and told me something about how we shouldn't let the small things like a stolen pair of socks get to us, and that all we really need to do is to learn how to compromise properly."

"Ah, sounds like she gave you the same speech as she gave me," I said smiling, giving up on stuffing my new things into my closet. I was curious as to what he was thinking of, but knowing him as well as I did, I knew he would let me know soon enough.

"I was thinking this room is still kind of yours and maybe it would be a great place to start to make this ours?" he suggested, almost like he expected me to freak out and yell at him of the idea.

"Actually, that's a great idea. We could go get some new furniture and redecorate a little. There's just one problem; how are we supposed to afford that?"

Logan flashed me a brilliant smile. "You know that band Big Time Rush, right?" he asked in a goofy tone, I nodded eagerly. "I've heard that those guys make a decent amount of money. Enough for one of said band's members to refurnish an entire bedroom."

"Even with my expensive taste?"

"Even with your expensive taste," he said and kissed me.

"That might be, but how will that help us?" I teased. Logan smiled goofily, and shook his head at my behavior.

"You're so… annoying at times," he said gently laughing. I snaked my arms around his waist.

"But you still love me?"

"Yeah, I still love you, despite all your imperfections. I love you, flaws and all," he told me truthfully and leaned in for a kiss of the deep and passionate kind. "I'm not trying to be mean or anything, I'm just, you know, stating that nobody's actually perfect and I know that you're not, just like I'm not, but I still love you," he added.

"Aww, you're so sweet. I love you so much, Logie-bear," I told him and pulled him in for a hug.

"What do you say we go furniture shopping and then grab some dinner on our way home?"

"Sounds great," I beamed and wrapped my arms around him again.

Logan and I then headed out to go furniture shopping.

"Do you think maybe we could paint the walls as well?" I asked as we drove towards the first stop on our list of furniture stores to check out.

"That depends what you're thinking of, 'cause I refuse to live in a bright pink room," he said laughing. Yeah, like I'd ever want my room to be bright pink.

"Hey, I might have gotten a little more feminine over the years, but I would never ever paint my bedroom bright pink, a warm purple on one wall maybe, but not pink."

Logan laughed. "Nah, I know, Katie. Just messin' with ya."

I flashed him a half smile and said; "I know, but seriously, I was thinking maybe a light grey for three of the walls and a grey that's a few shades darker than that. And then rather have some decorative pillows, curtains and pictures to draw some color in there."

"As long as it's not too dark and I don't have to live with a crystal chandelier or sequins in there, it sounds great," he said cheerfully.

"Although I do like crystal chandeliers and sequins, I wouldn't actually put that in our room. Unless you count a sequin dress, cause that I would put in there," I laughed.

Logan and I looked through numerous stores, and to say it was an easy decision to get furniture for our room would be a huge understatement. It took us several discussions and hours to figure out a compromise and furniture we both loved. But the important thing is that we did it.

We ended up getting a really light grey color for the three walls, and another grey just three shades darker or so for the back wall where our new bed would be placed. We had eventually ended up going for a tall black frame-mattress with a matching set of brown-black nightstands in a vintage inspired style, that still where simple. On top of each of the nightstands there was a lamp made out of glossy silver metal with an antic white colored lampshade. The lamp looked like it was made out of perfectly circular metal balls, and looked – at least in my eyes – really elegant. We got two black-brown slide door closets with frosted glass doors as well, one for each of us, but placed next to each other, one couldn't really see that it was in fact two separate closets. Other than that we only got a simple, black-brown framed full-length mirror and settled for a gorgeous Leonid Afremov painting on the wall above the semi-tall headboard of our new bed. Leonid Afremov isn't all that famous as far as I know, and I had really just stumbled upon one of his paintings for a school project once and immediately fell in love with them. He was most definitely an expressionist who loved bright colors. One of the things Logan and I had in common was a love of art, so after showing Logan a few of Leonid's paintings he insisted that we got one for our room, figuring it would be the perfect thing to bring some color in to our redecorated room. We also bought a set of black silk covers for the bed, creating what for us was the perfect elegantly styled room, which we both could live with.

By the end of that day I felt like we had gotten really good at compromising and listening to each other's opinions, which most definitely was a good thing. Of course, having painted the walls we couldn't complete our room and move in all the furniture until the next day, causing Logan and me to sleep on the couch for the night. But in the end it was worth it. The first thing I did when our room was done, was to lay down on our new king-sized bed.

"Ahhhh," I halfway moaned in pure bliss of stretching out my back and sinking down into the mattress, "I'm gonna have some serious problems with getting up in the mornings from now on. This might seriously be the most comfortable bed ever made."

Logan laughed and laid down himself, letting out a low moan as well, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. Hearing him moan like that... It did things to my body I didn't want to happen. But honestly, can you blame me? The guy lying next to me was as perfect as he could be. He was smart, nice, funny, talented, romantic and a true gentleman who's just crazy enough for it to never be a dull moment around him. I loved the guy to death.

I reached my hand over to his and looked him in the eyes. "God, I love you so much, Logan Philip Mitchell," I whispered softly.

"I Love you too, Katherine Marie Knight. So insanely much," he whispered in reply and place a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. Just as he pulled away, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called and saw my mom enter our room.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" she asked upon entering.

"Besides testing out our a little too comfy bed, no," I said. There was a worried look on my mom's face as I just then realized how wrongly that could be interpreted. "Not like that! Just laying down," I said quickly, knowing a faint blush was creeping onto my boyfriend's cheeks.

"Oh, well I just wanted to see how the room turned out," she said and took a look around the room, " I must admit, this looks amazing. So simple and elegant."

"Thanks," Logan and I said in unison.

"I'm so proud of you two, managing to work out something as big as this without killing each other is a pretty big accomplishment for any couple," mom said proudly. Oh my god, my mom pretty much just admitted that she thought Logan and I where a great couple! YAY!

3rd person POV

About a week later, on their six month anniversary, Katie woke up to see a beautiful bouquet of flowers on her nightstand, the flowers where an absolutely stunning mix of silky white and velvet-like red. The bouquet consisted of deep red roses, white lilies and white roses. Katie rolled on to her other side so that she was faced with her boyfriend, whom un-doubtfully was the reason the flowers where on her nightstand.

"Good morning, gorgeous," she beamed at her boyfriend who looked like he had just woken up again for the second time that day.

"Good morning, honey," he replied with a big smile o his face, "like the flowers I got you?"

"I love them," she told him and rewarded him with a kiss.

"Happy six month anniversary," Logan said. Katie got up out of bed, knowing her boyfriend was liking what he saw as she walked over to her closet dressed in her rather short silk nightgown, and fished out her present for him.

"I know it's not all that much, but I know how much you love this so…" she said and handed him her present for him. Logan swiftly unwrapped it and saw that Katie had gotten him the latest Phoebe Nashae book, the one and only he didn't have and to top it all, it was signed. "Katie, it's perfect! I love it," he exclaimed and kissed her tenderly. "Happy six month anniversary to you too," Katie said and kissed her boyfriend.

Later that day, they went out for dinner and for once they where left alone by the paparazzi. Katie had a feeling that Logan had something to do with that. Or they had just been lucky that day. They went to a quiet Italian restaurant in which the food was amazing. Katie and Logan being – well, Katie and Logan, they had a great time together. The couple seemed to enjoy each other's presence no matter what they where doing, although they had by now learned not to spend ever wake minute together.

"I love you so much, Logan," Katie said as they had gone to bed that night.

"I love you too, Katie."

AWWWW! They worked out their problems :)

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