Unknown (LL love story)

"LOGAN LOGAN LOGAN!" I heard my sister scream.

Hi, my name's Taylor I'm 18 and my sister loves Logan Lerman. She's 8.

Here's the story:

Logan and I were childhood friends and we always hung out. You see Logan is really famous so he had to move to LA. He didn't even say goodbye to his best friend!

What will happen when we are reunited? Will he forget me all together or not?


9. Reality vs. Dream

I woke up to the feeling of someone shaking me. Well, at least I think I woke up.

"Get up! Get up!" I heard whispering.

My eyes fluttered open. I saw...my uncle. He looked angry and confused, his face contorted in something so horrifying I wish I could close my eyes, but I was too scared to do so. I felt like a deer trapped in the woods, just staring into the headlights--utterly terrified.

"I packed your things. We're leaving." He said in an angry, deep, smokey voice. Then my uncle Jack grabbed my arm forcefully, it was painful. "NO!" I yelped and tried to break free. There's no hope, my uncle is a very strong man, he's muscular. This can't be happening! It must be a dream!

"GET UP!" He shook me out of bed and carried me out into the hallway, one hand on my arm, the other holding my bag. I looked around, startled, hoping a security guard would come save me. But it was useless--everyone in the house was asleep, except for me. We walked down the twelfth landing, then the eleventh, the tenth, as we kept going, his grip loosened, I think he was getting tired. Ninth... Just one more set of stairs... When we reached the eighth landing, I ripped my arm away, grabbed my bag, and rushed to the end of the door. It took my uncle a second to realize what I did, and he turned and headed towards me. I made a series of loud banging on Logan's door and he finally opened it and I jumped in.

I locked the door behind us.

"WHAT THE HELL?" Logan screeched.

"No time to explain..my uncle..he's here..he tried to.." I was so out of breath that all I had to was point to the bruises on my arm that Jack had made from gripping so hard.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed. "We need to get you out of here."

I nodded in agreement. I noticed the door knob was jiggling violently. He was going to break in soon.

Logan looked over at his window, hurried over, and unlocked it.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Here!" He grabbed my hand, and picked me up. He lowered me down the farthest he could.

"No way! I'm NOT jumping!" I insisted.

"Do you want to live or not!?"

I jumped and safely landed on the ground. I was surprised, I jumped seven stories. Then Logan looked down and crawled off the window. I heard a loud 'BANG' and saw my uncle broke into Logan's room.

"JUMP!" I screamed.

Next thing I saw was Logan rushing through the air and landing hard on the ground.

"OMG!" I yelled. I pulled Logan to his feet and I noticed he started limping. He looked groggy--like he was about to faint.

I was running really fast, practically dragging Logan alongside me. We reached a small motel 2 miles away. I checked in for us, using fake names, and we went to our room.

I laid him down on the bed, and went down the hall to the ice machine. I put some cold ice on his ankle, and he seemed to get less pale.

"Thank you," he said when he was healthy enough to speak.

I nodded.

"Really, I mean it. I'm just sorry about.."

"I know" I insured.

"Your a good friend"

"You too," I started. "Look I'm sorry about...being a jerk to you. Like I said, I'm not used to be treated nicely, like I meant something."

"You mean something--to me, I mean"

"You don't even know me--"

"I know you almost too much" he laughed.

I hugged him a warm embrace. I fell asleep like that.

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