Isn't Anyone Trying To Find Me? [ Logan Lerman oneshot. ] [ xStarDropx ]

"Logan Lerman, I hate you!" Those were the last words I said to him. Whenever I say I hate something, I usually mean it. I don't say hate that often, so when I say it, I'm dead serious.

He told me he hated me too and then walked out on me. I couldn't even remeber what we were fighting about. All I know is that I probably just lost my best friend.

I sat on a bench that was on the bridge furthest away from town. It was late on a saturday night and it was pouring down rain. Not to mention it was freezing. I had been gone for three days; I felt like no one even cared about me.

I sighed and stood up. Water flooded my shoes as I walked into the nearest cafe. I had always loved this cafe. I practically grew up here.

It's a damn cold night
Tryin to figure out this life

I desperatley wanted to hear footsteps on the ground. I wanted someone, anyone, to take me home.

I got up from the bench and walked towards town. I made it in at least fourty-five minutes. I sighed as I opened the door to a little cafe that I practically grew up in. This was where I had met Logan.

I sat down at a small booth against the wall closest to the door. I felt so sick. I wanted to beat myself because I couldn't even remeber what Logan and I had been fighting about.

"Are you ok?" Some waiter around my age had sat down across from me. He had obviously noticed that something was wrong.

"No."

"Do you wanna talk?"

I agreed and told this stranger about everything that had happened.

"You've been gone for three days!"

"Yea, I feel like no one cares either. Isn't anyone trying to find me?"

"I am."

The waiter looked up and I turned my head around.

"L-Logan?"

"I've been trying to find you."

He walked over to me dripping water eveywhere. He was soaked from head to toe. I now felt bad. My best friend actually did care. He was trying to find me, he didn't hate. Well, I guess right now he didn't.

"You said you hated me? Why are you 'trying to find me'?"

"You said you hated me first. And I really do love you."

I just sat there looking up at him. I was looking at the one guy that ran around for three whole days searching for me when no one else even cared. Even though he drove me crazy half the time and just pissed me off the other half, I loved him. I wanted to be with him.

"... As more than a friend."

"What?"

"I love you, as more than a friend. I want to be with you."

I knew we were perfect for eachother.

"Logan, I love you too. And I'm sorry for everything I did."

"Don't worry about it. Let's just get home."

Don't worry about it? Haha, I loved this kid so much. I stood up and took his hand in mine as we walked off together in the the pouring rain.