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?


11. What shall I call you?

Later that evening, Logan and I caught a bus that went to Nevada. Then we would take a bus to Utah, and finally Colorado.

That was the plan, at least.

It was a long bus ride, so we spent the time listening to music on my iPod, and talking quietly. To be honest, I was excited to go to Colorado. I have never been there, either.

Logan turned to me and asked,"Since you won't tell me your name, what should I call you?"

I thought about it for a while and responded with, "Well since your parents already know me as Courtney, why not?"


An hour later, Logan looked at me again,"I want to find her."




"You'll help me right?"

"Yeah sure."

"What's wrong?"

"Where did she live when you guys were friends? Like what state?"


"Then shouldn't we be looking for her in cali?"

"No, I have a feeling she went somewhere bigger. I think she moved away to pursue her dreams. She was a special person, plus it's too dangerous."

This made me smile. He thought I would be successful. He thought I would become someone, like him. That was sweet.

"Would you do anything for her?" I questioned.

"She was my best friend, so yes."

"Would you ever get mad at her?" I pushed.


I left it alone.

We finally arrived in Nevada. It took about eight hours roughly. Nevada was nice, but I liked California better. We got a cab and went to a nice little hotel. We stayed there for 2 days I believe.

I didn't mis bc I had company and we talked and talked and talked...

"Logan can I ask you something?" I said.


"How important is Taylor to you?"

"You're asking a lot of questions about her. Why are you so curious?"

"Because I am."

"To answer your question, she was very important to me. I really, really liked her." He replied.

My cheeks burned and I felt my face getting pale.


"Did you love her?"

"Yes, I think."

"But she was ten and you were thirteen" I said.

"I know. But it doesn't matter. I still think about her everyday. I wonder what she looks like."

She looks like me, I thought.

He laughed, and I don't know why. But I loved the sound of his laugh.



"I hope you find her."

"Thank you"

"You deserve to be happy. You really do. You're not a good person, you're an amazing person. I find it great that you didn't treat me like gum on the bottom of your shoe--you're a really nice person."

"Thank you"

"Stop saying that!"


Thank you"


"Bc you don't need to."

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