ALL OVER AGAIN - logan mitchell x oc

still got that same look that sets me off

"There's a new group in 2J." Wren said, and Olive looked over her shoulder at her sister. The brunette haired girl was still dressed in her waitressing uniform, her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. She looked dead on her feet.

"Oh really?" Olive asked, getting up to help Wren sit down on the couch. She could tell from the way she stood in the doorway of their apartment that Wren's feet were killing her, even if she didn't say it out loud.

"Yeah. A boy band apparently. From Minnesota."

Olive raised an eyebrow. "Minnesota? How the hell did a boy band come from there?" She asked, and Wren shrugged. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "They're cute. In the boy next door way."

Olive snorted, walking away from the couch and sitting back in front of her notebook. "Of course you think that."

"They are!" Wren said. "Besides, you need friends. You can't be holed up in this apartment all day."

Olive stared at her. "The tracking device on my ankle says otherwise."

Wren fixed her with a hard look and Olive bit down on her lip as she turned her gaze away.

"You and I both know that what happened is no excuse, Olive Josephina. You made a mistake, and you have already been punished for it. You have what? Another six months of community service? You might as well make it bearable by having fun when you aren't at Costa Del Sol helping out with the old folks."

Olive sighed. Her sister had a point. As much as she didn't want to admit it.

"Fine. I'll try to socialize more. But I have no interest in that boy band. Boy bands are so 1996."

Wren rolled her eyes. "I have a feeling that once you see them, you'll change your mind."

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"So what's your schtick?" Olive asked, looking at the boy standing in front of her. He looked at her, and she almost snorted.

He was dressed in a plaid shirt with a checkered collared shirt underneath. How he wasn't dying from the LA heat, she wasn't sure.

"Sorry?" He asked and Olive rolled her eyes. "Everyone has a thing here. What's yours?"

The boy paused, his lips pursed before he responded. "I'm in a band. Big Time Rush. My name's Logan." He extended his hand to shake Olive's and she raised an eyebrow before grasping his hand.

"Big Time Rush? That teeny bopper boy band all the girls are losing their minds over?" Logan shrugged.

"Huh. Interesting. You're not what I would expect out of a boy bander." She said, and Logan simply gave her a confused look.

"Thanks? I think?" He said and she let go of his hand, wiping her palm onto her shorts. "You'll get used to it dude. That's how it is out here. You never know who's complimenting you or who's insulting you."

She gave him a once over, committing his face to her memory before turning on her heel and beginning to walk off.

"Hey wait!" He called, and she turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised. "I never got your name."

Olive smirked. "Maybe that's the point boy bander."