All Too Well (A Logan Henderson Story)

13. Come Back, Be Here

Your P.O.V.

Not even a minute after Logan left there was a knock on my door. Did he forget something? I laugh to myself and open up the door, smiling.

"Logan-" I stop, realizing that it's not Logan at all. It's two girls around my age. One with blonde, pin straight hair, and the other with reddish-brown wavy hair. "Umm...can I help you?" I ask them wondering why two strangers were at my door.

The girls just stare at me for a few seconds. It was a little uncomfortable.

"Uh...hello?" What was going on?

"Uh yeah, sorry," the blonde one finally talks. "Do you live here?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Oh umm...because uh...our friend...he uh told us to meet him here. He um must've given us the wrong number apartment." She finally gets out. She doesn't seem too confident in what she was saying.

"Oh. Well maybe you should call him." I suggest.

"Yeah you're right, sorry to bother you." the brown haired girl apologizes. They take another long look at me before leaving. I watch them leave with a confused look on my face and then close the door. Well that was strange. My phone starts ringing.

"Hello?" I forget to look at the caller ID. I'm still a little lost from what just happened

"Hey it's me." It's Logan. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah why wouldn't it be?" I ask.

"I'm just checking up on you. I miss you." He tells me. Aww!

"I miss you too," I smile.

"Did I miss anything? Anything new or exciting or strange happen?" He seems worried.

"Umm no. Well two girls knocked on my door but they just had the wrong apartment. Other than that nothing happened." I reassure him.

"Ok well I'm glad you're alright. I have to go into the recording booth but I'll see you later."

"K, bye."

What to do now? Hmm... I decide to go on twitter to pass the time. I check to see what my friends are doing. Then I check Carlos's twitter. He posted 3 Instagram pictures...big surprise. I smile. Two of them are of Sydney, his dog. Another one is of Carlos making a funny face. I swear that boy is addicted to Instagram. Then I check James's twitter. He responded to some fans. And posted a picture of Fox. Of course. Then I check Kendall's. There's an Instagram picture of him by a pool and some random tweets. And I saved the best for last, Logan's twitter. And just like always, nothing new. I laugh. He really needs to step it up on twitter.

I type in 'big time rush' into the search box and I'm about to click on their twitter when I see the tweets below it. They read:

'Who is that girl?'

'What is she doing with our Logie Bear?'

They must be talking about the picture. I look at some more until I come across one that says 'I know who she is. Her name is (Y/F/N).'

Oh my god. I look at her profile picture. It's the blonde girl who knocked on my door earlier with her friend. This is not good. This is not good. I quickly type in my name in the search box and my heart stops. It's all hate messages to me. Reading:

'She's not even that pretty!'

'I don't understand why Logan would want HER.'

'Rushers we need to get rid of her. She's going to hurt the band!'