I walked through the corridors of the hospital, making my way back up to the front desk. I was filling out some paperwork whenever I saw the familiar dark haired latino out of the corner of my eye.

I looked up and smiled, "Hey, Carlos."

He returned the smile, "Hey, Audrey. How goes it?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Ehh, it's all right. What about you?"

"Oh I just stopped by to get my wrist checked out. I should be getting this dumb cast off soon."

I stared at the blue cast that was covered in doodles and names of his friends and cast members.

I chuckled, "How have you been shooting episodes of the show with that thing on?"

"They wrote in somewhere that my character tried to break a table and gets a broken wrist from it."

I giggled, "How original."

He smirked, "I know, right? So, enough about me. How are you and Loggie doing?"

I looked at him and laughed at his expression. He was attempting to raise his eyebrows in a sexy like manner.

I held my sides from my laughter, "Okay! Just stoppp. You're killing me!"

He laughed along with me, "All right, all right. But seriously, how are you guys?"

"We're good. I never imagined that dating a famous person would be just like a normal everyday relationship."

He looked at me with serious eyes, "That's the thing. I wanna make sure that you know that it's nothing different than a normal relationship. And every relationship has flaws."

I looked down and saw that he had placed his free hand on top of mine.

"Carlos, I'm not sure that I know what you're getting at."

He sighed, "I mean, Logan's not gonna be the perfect boyfriend. He's gonna make mistakes and when he does, I'll be here for you. But you need to promise me that you won't give up on him no matter how many mistakes he makes."

I looked at him a bit taken aback. Was he just assuming that Logan's gonna screw up, or is he hiding something from me?

I arched my eye brows, "Do you know something that I don't?"

"No! Audrey, trust me. If I knew something then I would tell you. I swear."

I removed my hand from underneath his and crossed my arms. I wasn't going to easily believe him.

He sighed, "Okay. After we came back from our first tour, Logan started seeing this girl. They were pretty much inseperable."

I looked a him, urging him to continue.

"Well, one day, he went over to her house and caught her with someone else in her bed."

My heart dropped. Poor Logan. I felt so awful. It's no wonder he doesn't jump in bed with girls he just met.

"Oh my gosh. I, I didn't know."

Carlos shook his head, "After that, he just shut out everybody. It took so much to get through to him, the three of us. He slowly started talking to girls again and he eventually turned back to normal. You're the first girl he's been with since the other one."

My mouth dropped open. I never realized how much pressure I had undertaken.

"But, I don't understand. Why am I the one he picked to be with since her?"

"Okay, for future reference, her name is Cassie and he picked you because he obviously sees you as someone different. And the rest of us do, too."

"Well, that's very sweet and I would never do anything to hurt Logan. I hate liars and cheaters. They make me sick."

He nodded, "I feel the same way."

Just then, the doctor came into the room and called Carlos back to his office.

"Good luck." I smirked.

He waved me off and I returned to my paperwork. After a few words were written down, I stopped. I put my head down on the desk and thought to myself.

How could someone do that to him? He's all around perfect. And here I was worrying to myself that he would end up doing the same thing to me.

I lifted my face and smiled for more than one reason. One being that I knew that Logan would never do that to me because he had experienced the pain up close and personal. The other reason being that the man on my mind walked into the hospital and up to the front desk.

"How may I help you?" I asked with the same goofy grin on my face.

"Well, I'm looking for my gorgeous girlfriend. She's got dark brown hair and the prettiest smile in the world."

I giggled, "I'm sure there are better looking smiles out there than mine, Logan."

He rested his arms on the desk, "I refuse to believe that."

I shook my head, "Whateverrr."

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked around the room nervously.

"So, how's work going?" He asked.

"Just fine. Better now that you showed up. Did you have to film anything today?"

He nodded, "Yeah, just a few scenes. Nothin' major."

"Cool stuff." I replied.

"Yeahhh, sooo I was wondering, what time do you get done?"

I looked at the clock. It read 3:30.

"In about an hour and a half. What did you have in mind?"

He looked down at his shoes, "You wanna go out to dinner tonight?"

I smiled, "I'd love that."

He looked at me and returned the smile. "Cool. I'll pick you up around 7?"

"Sounds good."

He was about to walk out of the door but I walked after him and hugged him from behind. He noticed my presense and spun me around to face him. Our eyes met and we both leaned in. I instantly felt the sparks as our lips met and my entire body tingled. I never wanted to pull back, but was forced to whenever I heard a very loud "Awww!" come from behind me.

We both turned and saw Carlos standing there, his hands on his face like a lovesick girl. I was guessing that he was mocking me.

Logan blushed and waved him off, "You're so embarrassing sometimes, Carlos."

"Sometimes? I thought it was all the time!" He replied.

I laughed at them and walked back to the desk. "You two bicker like an old married couple."

Instantly, both of them exchanged looks and smirked.

"Dang it, Logan! I thought I told you to pick up the milk at the store! I need it to take my pills with!" Carlos said in an old woman's voice.

"Well, I wouldn't have forgotten if you weren't lolligagging around and forgetting to pick up my medication! Now I'm gonna be losing all my teeth!"

"You already lost all your teeth 20 years ago!"

Logan put his hand up to his ear, "Huh? I can't hear you."

"I said, you already lost all your teeth!" Carlos shouted.

I was laughing so hard that I was leaning on the desk, crying and trying to keep from falling over. Just hearing them trying to sound like old people was too funny.

I watched as they both proceeded out the door, still bickering over milk and pills. I continued to laugh, earning a few glances from the patients.

A few of them, being older people whispered among themselves.

"Ah, the youngsters. They don't know how good they have it."

"Damn whipper snappers. Mocking us elders. Wait until we get our licenses back, then they'll see who's laughing."

I laid my head down on the counter and gasped for air. I don't think I'll ever laugh this hard at a hospital ever again.