ALL OVER AGAIN - logan mitchell x oc

'cause i wouldn't let you go

a/n: happy birthday logan henderson! love u king, and i hope 35 (omg!!) treats u well. this chapter was my best attempt at coming up w a btr esque episode lol.

The lobby was suspiciously quiet for 4pm, was Olive's first thought as she exited the elevator. None of her friends were around.

"Okay seriously... this is fucking weird." She mumbled to herself as she walked around. It was like the entire Palm Woods was deserted. Silence abounded.

Her phone buzzed and she saw a message from Logan.

boybander: come to studio. need help

She rolled her eyes.

what's in it for me? She texted back, her lip caught between her teeth.

boybander: the knowledge that you helped your friend out?

A snort escaped her lips. He was lucky he was cute, she thought.

fine. send me the address

boybander: THANK YOU!!!! oh and bring a lighter and hairspray

???

No reply after that. Olive sighed, staring up at the ceiling before she made her way back to the elevator.

These boys were going to be the death of her.

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"Dogs!" Gustavo's yell got the boys attention immediately. It was almost comical how quickly they looked up.

"What have I told you about your friends coming over?" He asked, and Logan frowned before his eyes landed on Olive who was standing behind the larger man.

Her hair was braided out of her face. It was weird seeing her with her hair not covering her face. Olive used her hair the way Kendall used his beanies, Carlos with his helmet or James used his lucky comb - like a safety blanket. It was rarely ever up.

She was wearing an oversized flannel, and her usual pair of black skinny jeans. In her left hand was the hairspray Logan had asked her for, and in her right was the lighter.

"That they aren't allowed to come over?" Carlos answered, before running over and embracing Olive.

"Hey Los." Olive said, hugging the boy back. She turned to look at Logan.

"I brought the hairspray? And the lighter. Though I'm not sure I want to know what that's about."

"Homemade flamethrower." Logan explained, stepping forward and grabbing the items from Olive. Their hands brushed for half a second too long and he looked at her, a soft smile forming on his face. Olive simply stared back, but the flush on her face was obvious.

"Griffin's pet monkey is terrorizing his mansion." Logan said, clearing his throat as he broke the eye contact. "He wants us to uh... fumigate it? I don't know, but he asked for a flamethrower so?"

Olive sighed. "Dear lord."

"My sentiments exactly." Gustavo grumbled. Logan looked over at him, and the music producer was giving him a look. He couldn't read it.

"C'mon." Carlos said, breaking the tension. "We get to take the Big Time Mobile to Griffin's house."

The rest of them followed after the shorter boy as Gustavo sputtered. "What! No! Dogs! Dogette! Get back here."

They all shared a look before booking it.

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Griffin's house looked like something out of a movie. The mansion in Calabasas was massive. Five floors, with who knew how many rooms.