*?*Something *?* (Logan Lerman One-Shot for xStarDropx)

I sat out on the balcony, looking out onto the city, my hair blowing in the late-summer breeze. I called the city peaceful, but everyone else called it annoying. The streets were littered and it was not too difficult to find an alley that was infamous for illegal activity, but I called it home. Sirens wailed in the distance and I heard people yelling, muffled by a closed screen door in another apartment, maybe. I loved it though. It was the soundtrack of my life. New York was my favorite, and I would never let it go.

My mom was out , so I was going to scope out the trailers I had seen a few blocks away. It was only late afternoon, so people would be returning to their places. It was a movie being filmed there, but I wasn’t sure what movie.

It didn’t take me long to get to the place. I preferred to travel short distances via scooter, no matter how many weirded-out looks I acquired. I parked the scooter and walked right into the heart of the action. Security was sparse, and when someone gave me a look, I claimed to be an extra. There was a crowd of people, however, who weren’t as smart.

That’s when I saw him.

He was laughing with an older guy, who seemed to be demonstrating something for the guy to do, according to the way he acted. The younger guy was taking it all in, occasionally laughing, and nodding. For a brief second, he must have sensed, me, because he looked over. His gaze lingered on me, which made me feel suddenly self-conscious.

“Uh, will you excuse me?” he asked as I stepped closer, looking around.

“Are you like an extra or something? Chris hates fans mobbing us. I can sign an autograph or something if you want, or take a picture.” He said when he reached me.

“According to you, yes I am. I’m just curious and wanted to take a peek around. So, what are we saying is our story?” I quipped back.

“Do you even know what’s going on?” the guy asked, laughing.

“Not a clue. But hey, nothing’s new here.” I said, shrugging and winking.

“Well, I am Logan. Logan Lerman. This is the Percy Jackson film.” The guy said, gesturing at the expansive set.

“Awesome. I actually read those. So, who am I playing?” I asked. Logan laughed.

“Hey, I’m almost done here. Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something?” he asked me.

“Sure. That’d be great.” I said, butterflies gathering in my stomach.

“Logan?” asked the older guy, getting impatient just a tad bit.

“Gotta go talk to Chris. I’ll be right back.” Logan said, rolling his eyes and walking back over.

I stood only a few feet away, watching them as I crossed my arms and leaned against a trailer, smiling. Chris asked Logan about me, but he only responded that I was an extra who had won some teen magazine contest and I was going to be on-set tomorrow. Chris nodded and smiled at me, waving.

The car ride was the best I’ve ever had. We were laughing the whole time Logan was driving. Miley Cyrus came on the radio and we belted out the words. Neither of us were good singers, but it was fine because we knew that.

We stopped at this cool retro diner with a jukebox and everything. Logan took it upon himself to control the music, consisting of the Beatles and the tiniest bit of the the Rolling Stones. The diner was not very crowded, being early evening, so the few people there didn’t mind too much.

After eating burgers, fries, and sharking a Coke and a milkshake, Logan ran over to the jukebox and played one last song before we left. It was ‘Something’ by the Beatles. Logan claimed it was ‘the perfect George Harrison song’ afterwards.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, getting up and holding his hand out.

“Sure.” I said, timid for once.

Logan led me to the large empty area in the front of the diner. He put his right hand on my waist and I put mine on his shoulder. We held hands with the lefts, and started swaying slowly, awkwardly. I wasn’t a very good dancer, but he was okay.

Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other…

“Relax,” Logan said, his lips close to my ear, “You’re doing great. Just feel the music.”

After that, I danced better than I ever have, or will, in my entire life. And as the few people in the restaurant watched, smiling, and the waitresses leaned over the counter with the cooks, who had come from the kitchen to watch, looked at us dancing, we didn’t even care. It’s like there was nobody in the room but us.

And as the song ended and the people applauded for no apparent reason, Logan kissed me for the first of many times.

And it felt perfect.