My Life With Logan Henderson 2 - Love Me Again

Chapter 6 Baby...I Knew You'll Be Back For Another Round (Logan's P.O.V.)

I'm on my way to the nearest airport - the one which is so memorable for James and me... Yep, I'm going to Nessie's country.

When I get out of the car, I notice someone familiar... James.

"Hey, bud!," he greets me, smiling.

"Hey, bud, what you're doing here?" I ask, surprised.

"Going with you. You thought I'll leave you alone with this mess?" he replies, frowning. "We'll show this so-called Mike what real love is. Besides, I have to fight for Dinah as well."

"But how did you..." Presley cuts me off.

"It's my 'fault', big bro," she hugs me. "Hope you don't mind..."

"Thanks, little sis," I hug Pres. "Have you booked a hotel room?"

"Yep, the same you're staying in," he says, laughing.

"Be careful, boys," my parents come to hug us.

"Sure... We'll be safe and sound," I answer, smiling.

We take our seats on the plane, purely excited. The whole flight we try to come up with a sort of a 'get-them-back' plan, whispering just as quietly as possible. We don't wanna be overheard and I'm kinda suspicious something may get in our way...

Anyway, we finally land in Poland. It's 6 am here. So early...

We get our luggage and exit the airport. What we see is an ordinary city. Nothing exciting, really...

"I hope our girls didn't lie about their hometown. They claimed it's much prettier than this one," James says to me.

"We'll see if only we manage to get there!" I exclaim, looking around. We're still two hours' drive from our destination.

We approach one of the taxis. The driver opens the trunk and helps us with all our luggage.

"To the railway station, please," I say, hoping there's one in here.

The driver, however, looks quite surprised. He says something, presumably in Polish as I can't understand a word.

"Logan, I think he doesn't know what we're saying," James tells me.

"I noticed, James," I say, pulling out my Iphone. Well, yeah, I know Google Translator is not the best idea, but...

I show the man the screen of my phone . He reads the translation of my words and nods 'yes' in response.

As we arrive at the station, I pay for our taxi by credit card as it's possible. Then James and I head to buy our train tickets.

"Again, what's the name of the city we're going to?" James asks.

I pull out a piece of paper with Nessie's address. She had written it on the envelope of a Birthday gift she sent me.

"Bielsko-Biala," I say, struggling to read the name properly.

"Oh, it's here, on the board! Our train leaves in 20 minutes!" James shouts excitedly.

"Shh... Don't shout so loudly," I say, trying to calm him down.

I enter the phrase 'two tickets to Bielsko-Biała' in Google Translator and show it in the ticket office. Somehow, this device seems to be working properly. We get our tickets and search for the right platform.

Finally we arrive in Nessie's hometown. The railway station here is small, but very pretty.

We take a taxi again. This time I pull out a piece of paper with the hotel's address. The driver understands my intention and  takes us to the right place.