OH MY WORD. It's been, what? A month? More? Ugh... Sorry, school... stuff... writer's block... too many excuses. I hope you all are still willing to read this, though. Maybe you should read the previous chapter to remember what was happening. ;)

Seriously, I could not be sorrier. Here's a nice long chapter to show my apologies.

Disclaimer: You know, the usual. I don't own anything. I'm that poor. ;)

James's POV

Alright, I know what you're all thinking, but... it's really not that bad. Jo was a friend and it's not like anyone will find out.

I told myself that over and over the whole time I drove home from the rink. I couldn't help but admit that I just might've flirted with Jo a little bit, but it wasn't bad.

I was kind of thankful I talked to her alone, with her whole down-to-earth-ness, I-know-how-girls-feel-because-I-am-one, and I'm-here-to-listen characteristics, it felt good to rant about Bella to her.

Of course, she made me feel stupid about the whole situation, too, but that's not the point.

I pulled Mrs. Knight's rental into the first parking spot I could find... way in the back. I also took my time walking up to the entrance. I didn't feel like encountering any human right now, I just needed to spend time in my thoughts. But because I'm sure that God wrote down somewhere that you can never get what you want, the second I stepped into the Palm Woods, Katie cut me off.

"We need to talk," she said seriously.

I have to admit... I was kind of scared.

We walked over to a quiet corner in the lobby. She turned and faced me, her eyes cold and serious, her mouth pin-straight, and her head just slightly tilted to the right, giving her the perfect evil mother face.

"What did I do?" I squealed.

Her eyes lightened and her mouth relaxed. She crossed her arms. "Why were to hanging out with Jo?"

"I just... I was... we were... I didn't... hehehehe," I stuttered. I've never felt so awkward and... squeamish.

"Let me guess... you were at the ice rink chilling out or whatever you boys do and it just so happened that Jo was there so you hung out together with no intimate relations?"

I thought for a moment. "Right on the dot," I said in amazement.

"I told you so!" Katie shouted over her shoulder. Kendall then popped out of a bush with the tree hat and eye black on.

"Alright," Kendall grumbled. "I would be able to tell if he was lying."

"Wait... what is going on?" I questioned.

"Kendall saw you and the rink with Jo and thought you were still his girlfriend," Katie said plainly. "My work here is done."

Kendall gave a painful smile. "Sorry?"

I shrugged. "It's fine."

"But never do anything like that again," Kendall said seriously.

I slightly laughed, slapping his hand. "I promise."

Charlotte's POV

Make me wanna say oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh my gosh.

I had this song stuck in my head for the past hour. It only made sense because it fit how I felt.

Have I ever told you how annoying my alarm clock is? At 5:32 I decided to bring it out into the living room so I could easily watch the time. I had been all dressed and make up'd and I was ready for Logan. So for the next half hour I sat there watching the glowing green clock blink and blink and blink...

It's gets really annoying after awhile.

5:57, where is he? This late. He said around 6 and it's around 6. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.

Stella had gone down to the pool to get some more "James Time. I'm trying to decide when to break it to her that he'll never like her back.

I then violently debated whether I should look out the window to see if she was by the pool and, if so, what she was doing. Do it, it won't change anything. But what if Logan comes when I do? I bet if I do look out he won't come for anther 10 minutes. That's ridiculous. What if he's down there and see me looking? He's not going to be down there. You know what, I don't even need to look down there. But you know you want to...

Knock, knock, knock.

I practically screamed, but slapped (literally) my mouth shut before anything audible came out. I quickly grabbed my clutch - no wait, I don't need it - set it down - just take it anyway - then picked it back up and ran toward the door, but slowed down as I got closer so they "clicks" of my heels wouldn't inform him that I was running.

I quickly patted my curled hair and opened the door and put on my biggest smile... but it wasn't necessary; I smiled involuntarily when I saw Logan. He cleaned up good.

"Hey." Dimples... oh my gosh.

"Hi." Do not get weak in the knees. Repeat... DO NOT GET WEAK IN THE KNEES.

Everything felt like a dream. It seemed a fluffy, long hour until we finished walking down the hallway, going down the elevator, out the lobby, and into the car.

Wake... UP.

I shook my head, trying to clear my head of the fuzziness. It helped only slightly.

"So where are we going?" I asked politely.

Logan cleared his throat, I could see a bit of nervousness in his eyes. "This small Italian Pizzeria. It's very authentic," he said smartly. "It was founded in 1913 by this family that migrated from Italy..."

I listened very intently while he explained a long and boring history about the pizzeria. He stuttered a couple times and kept pulling down on his light blue oxford. It was kind of cute.

We eventually reached the pizzeria. It had an old, villa style with the name "Zanardi's" in bold lights on the front and vines crawling up all over the walls.

"It's gorgeous," I complimented. The fuzziness started to come back.

Logan smiled. I shook my head vigorously when he wasn't looking.

We entered the restaurant and approached the greeter.

"Hello, welcome to Zanardi's," he said with an annoying smile. "How many?"

"I have reservations, actually, under Logan." Logan said. Reservations? Impressive!

The greeter scanned a list on his podium. "Ah, welcome Mr. Mitchell. Right this way," he said, grabbing two menus.

He led us to the back of the restaurant, where it was a bit quieter. We sat at a small table for two. The greeter gave us our menus and then we were alone.

I would absolutely, completely, LOVE to say that right then and there things start to hit off; we would start talking and flirting, really connecting. But honestly, it was awkward. Logan seemed to nervous to say anything and I was not the type to start up conversations. But I someone had to say something soon...

"Joe's Specialty pizza sounds good."

Logan nodded, pullling on his collar again.

"Wanna get that in a small?"

"M-Maybe a m-medium?" he said strained to say. A couple of the bricks on my shoulders lifted.

"Sure, for leftovers." I nodded. Right on cue, our waiter came to our table.

"Hi I'm Jenny," she said with a smile just as stupid as the greeter's. "What kind I start you guys with to drink?"

"I'll have Sprite," I said.

"Coke," Logan choked out.

"Alright then," she said. "And do you guys need another moment to decide what you'd like to order?"

"Uh, no..." I turned to Logan to get a second opinion, but he kept staring into his lap. What was wrong? He wasn't acting like this before. "No." I confirmed and looked at the menu. "Joe's Specialty-"

"Ooh, that's sooo good!" she interrupted.

"Uh, medium size, please," I said, hoping she would leave... now.

"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks," she said and left finally.

I turned to Logan and raised an eyebrow. I could see sweat glistening from his brow and he had been pulling on his collar so hard, I could see red spots on his neck.

"So..." I tried to start, but I wasn't sure how. Logan giggled nervously. I forced myself to spit something out.

"Do you like any sports?"

I wanted to slap myself in the face. Everyone knew that the Big Time Rush boys were obsessed with hockey.

"Hockey... used to soccer," he said with an extremely noticeable awkwardness. "What 'bout you."

"Nothing really, I used to watch baseball with my dad all the time, though," I said.

"Oh," Logan said. He cleared his throat, preparing himself to say something.

Please don't screw up, please don't screw up.

"What's your, uh, you know, favorite, um, whadya call it, movies?"

I thought for your moment, trying my best not to screw up. "The Proposal. I love Sandra Bullock."

"Who?"

"You know, Miss Congeniality?"

Logan shook his head.

"Oh."

I was now fully aware that the fuzzy, dream-like feeling was gone.

The waiter then came with our drinks without saying anything.

Oh, NOW you choose to be quiet?

We both sipped our drinks, without breaking away. Soon it felt as though we were competing to see who drink fastest. I immediately took my mouth away from the straw and Logan, the smart boy, did, too.

We sat in silence for about 5 minutes, but of course it felt like a couple of hours. My mind raced for something to say but nothing good enough to say aloud.

Why am I hear? This isn't going anywhere. This is stupid. Logan and I have no chemistry. He must be able to realize that by now? Maybe I should leave. There's a bus station around here somewhere, I know it. I should have enough money to buy a ticket back to the Palm Woods. Alright, just take a deep breath and tell him...

"I-"

"Uh-" he said at the same time.

Awkward pause.

"You go-"

"Uh, I-"

Awkward pause again.

"You go first," I said clearly and louder than my usual.

Logan blushed. "I'm sorry this is so..." he stopped, thinking for the correct words.

I got the signal. "Uh, maybe I should go. Things just aren't working out." I stood up, dug in my purse, and set a twenty on the table. "You can keep the pizza."

Oh myyyyyy gosh.

Logan's POV

I stared at the twenty on the table, at Andrew Jackson mocking me.

He was terribly president, anyway.

The waitress came over and with our pizza. She didn't even bother to make a note of the missing half on the table. Maybe she thought she had gone to the bathroom.

"Can you box this?" I asked. "And can I have the bill?"

Now she got it. "Oh, um, alright..." Her face was mixed with confusion and, what, relief?

Why did you let her go, Logan? You're an idiot. You're a nervous wreck. No one will ever like you. It's a miracle that Camille does.

I didn't intend on telling her that things between us were awkward or that we probably didn't have a future or whatever Charlotte thought I was going to say.

I was just going to tell her that I really liked her, and I didn't want things to be weird between us.

But I guess this is the easy way out.