This house hasn't changed one bit.

All the old family pictures and school pictures still hung on the walls. I was stunned to see that all my old posters were still up in my room.

There was posters from all my favorite bands. Maroon 5, Fall Out Boy, The Devil Wears Prada, and a few others.

Most of all, I had a poster of Big Time Rush hanging on the wall above my bed.

"Mom, what's that doing up still?" I said pointing to the poster.

"Well, you know you put it up there before you left for California so I just never took it down. I wanted it to feel like you were still home."

I sighed. "Yeah, but it's different now."

"How?"

"Uhh, maybe because one of those boys on my wall is right downstairs?" I said with wide eyes.

My mom just looked at me. "Oh honey. I'm sure Logan would love to see himself on your wall. Then he'd know that you really are a fan!"

I face palmed. "Whatever you say, mom."

"That's the spirit! Now, why don't you go show Logan around the neighborhood while I handle stuff here."

"Really? Thanks, mom!"

I gave her a hug before walking downstairs and hearing the sound of laughter echoing from the kitchen. I walked in and saw my brother, my dad and Logan drinking and carrying on like guys do.

"Hey guys. What's going on?" I asked.

My dad hugged me. "Hey, sweetie! I was just telling Logan that story about the crazy lady that works in the office."

"Oh, you mean the one that tried to watch horse porn at work?"

He nodded, "That's the one."

Logan chuckled, "Horse porn? Really?"

Kyle laughed, "Oh yes. And trust me, it gets a lot weirder."

We all laughed before I took Logan by the hand. "Wanna go walk around town with me?"

For some reason, he looked at my brother for a second then looked at me. "Uh, sure!"

We said goodbye to the guys, put on our coats and walked outside. The neighborhood wasn't very big, so we just went on foot.

There was a little bit of snow on the ground, but it wasn't very icy outside. I've always hated Ohio weather.

As I exhaled, my breath became visible.

"This place is so peaceful. Why did you decide to move to L.A.?"

I was surprised by his sudden question, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Ehh, it is pretty peaceful here, but I just felt like I wasn't getting the full experience. I just needed to grab life by the horns and take charge. I didn't wanna be one of those people who never moved away from their hometown."

We made our way to my old high school and sat on the football field bleachers.

"So, you just wanted a change of pace, huh?"

I shook my head. "So, you decided to move to Los Angeles and become a nurse? Why not an actress or a singer?"

"I can sing, but not professionally and trust me, acting is not my thing." I replied.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. "I could change that."

I laughed, "Logan, you're a great actor, but I really don't think it's my thing."

"Oh, c'mon. I could get you a spot on the show and you could play my new girlfriend."

He kissed my cheek and I blushed. "What about Erin's character?"

He stuck his tongue out. "She's a bitch anyways. We could just kick her off of the show for all I care."

"Logan!" I smacked him on the arm and he pouted.

"That's not very nice, you know?" I said.

He shrugged, "Just speaking my mind, babe."

I rolled my eyes and he wrapped his arms around me again.

"So, you went to school here?" He asked.

"Yep. We were the Fighting Falcons."

He chuckled at the name before I shot him a look. "Sorry, but that sounds so fake."

"Well, you better believe it." I replied.

We sat there together in silence. It was comfortable in one way, but in another it was somewhat awkward.

I didn't know why Logan was acting strange around me. But should I ask him about it?

"Uh, Logan?"

"Hmm?"

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Uhh, yeah. Just fine. Why?"

I sighed, "Well, you have been acting kind of weird around me since the flight in here and you've been real fidgety."

I could hear him gulp, hard. "Uh, I've just been nervous! You know, for your family and stuff and-"

"Logan, we both now my parents already love you, so tell me what's up. You can trust me with anything."

He looked down at the ground before sighing and taking both of his hands in his.

"When I tell you this, please don't scream or run away or anything like that. Okay?"

I nodded my head and he looked me in the eyes.

"Audrey, I think I love you."

My heart stopped beating. Those words rang through my ears and kept echoing in my brain. Logan Henderson of Big Time Rush, famous popstar and teenage heartthrob, thinks he loves me?

That's crazy!

All I could do was smile.

"You see, I was afraid that if I told you then you'd freak out or you would reject me." He said.

I kind of giggled, "Logan. You're crazy if you think that. I'm not like other girls. I'm not gonna run away or reject you just because you think you love me. That makes me want to jump into your arms and never let go."

He smiled that crooked grin of his. "Really?"

I put my face closer to his, "Yes. Really." I whispered before leaning in and kissing him.

He returned the kiss and placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. It was so sweet and gentle, different then some of the others we've shared.

We pulled again and rested our foreheads against each other. "I'm not gonna force you to say those three words."

He smiled, "Me either. We'll say it when we're ready."

I nodded my head and looked out into the sky. The sun was almost down, so Logan figured we should be getting back to the house.

I insisted on showing him the rest of the neighborhood, but he said we would have more time later.

We walked back to the house and I noticed there was a lot of cars outside of my house lined up on the street.

"What are all these people doing here?" I wondered out loud.

"Uh, I don't know! Let's go find out." He said taking ahold of my hand.

We walked into the dark house and as I flicked on the lights, everyone jumped out and yelled "Surprise! Welcome home, Audrey!"

I smiled in shock, "Oh my gosh! Hi, everybody!"

I looked at Logan who was smiling like crazy, which means he had to know about it. I left him and walked around the room, greeting people that I recognized as distant family members, old classmates and family friends.

I even spotted a dark haired girl with blue eyes that looked strangely familiar to me. The closer I got to her, the more I realized it was one of my closest friends during high school.

Megan.