In the Closet, a Romance fanfic

(Look forward to a second chapter. This is only the beginning.)

Chapter One

Consciousness comes in waves. Slowly, Logan became aware of some sort of buzzing noise in the background. She ignored it though, and let her mind fall back to sleep. But soon after that, she became aware of the buzzing getting louder, and obscenely more obnoxious. Then she felt something cold and wet poke her in the shoulder. She groaned, rolled over onto her stomach, and dug her face into her pillow. But the buzzing got louder and louder, until finally she recognized it as being her alarm. But today was Saturday, why was her alarm on?

The wet substance poked her shoulder again, and a little yip could be heard over the buzzer. Logan turned and bolted upright. Not only was today NOT Saturday, it Thursday, the one day of the week when she had to get up early for work. She looked at her pit bull puppy, who was watching her curiously. "Shit! I'm late, JD!" She viciously beat her alarm and then jumped out of bed, grabbing random clothes, and running into her bathroom.

She came out less than ten minutes later, her short, choppy hair dry already. Looking over at her clock, she realized it was only 9:10. She was more on time than she thought she was, as she didn't have to be at work until 9:30. Logan walked over to her dresser and stared at herself in the mirror, contemplative. 'To bind, or not to bind? That is the question.' She sighed mentally as she thought to herself. Nah, she would forgo the constricting ace bandages today. Her sports bra would have to suffice.

JD yipped at her, and she chuckled. "You wanna go outside, don't you?" She smiled, and he came tumbling into her. She hooked him up to his leash, and quietly walked out of her room and into the main room of the loft she shared with her brother. She knew he wasn't awake yet, the typical rock star, he slept until the early afternoon. Hell, she would too if she didn't have to go to work.

Most of the people she passed on the street looked at her and instantly thought she was a guy. And Logan preferred it that way. She wore a baggy black hoodie with a guitar spray painted onto the front, as well as jeans meant for boys, and her typical black and white, hi-top converses. She was pretty flat chested, and her breasts pretty much vanished all together when she wore baggy clothes. Her jaw line was really defined, and by guy standards, she was pretty handsome. And she liked it that way. Once JD was done using the bathroom, she returned to her home.

Logan walked back into her apartment, surprised to see her brother up already. She slid the door shut, and then let JD off his leash. When she did so, he went running happily to his water bowl, and she walked into the kitchen where her brother was. There was an island in the center, and bar stools surrounded it. That was their version of a dinner table, and there was left over pizza still sitting in the boxes from their dinner last night. She hopped up onto a stool, sitting across from her brother. Logan grabbed a cold piece of pepperoni, and took a bite from it.

"What brings you into the land of the living so early?" She asked him.

He shrugged. "Had a bad dream. Couldn't sleep afterwards." That was a typical answer for him. He rarely spoke in full sentences, they were always fragments, and he always told her the vaguest version of the truth possible. He didn't intend to, it's just how he was. He had been zoning out at the pizza box, and then suddenly looked up, as if finally realizing her presence. "Don't you have work this morning?"

"I'm going soon. I just wanted to grab some breakfast before I left. What are your plans for today?" He shrugged. "Don't have work till tonight. Might call that girl from last Friday and see if she wants to hang." Logan groaned. "The really bubbly girl who was obsessed with the color pink? C'mon, Riley. She's not your type at all." He just shrugged, and slowly grabbed a piece of pizza.

She sighed, finishing her pizza, and chucking the crust to JD. She knew she was creating bad habits for him, but didn't care much at the moment. She jumped off the stool and walked into her room, grabbing her cell phone. When she came back out into the apartment, Riley was still in the kitchen. She walked up to him. "I'm out. Later, fool." She said, and bumped fists with him. "Bye JD!" She said in a happy voice, rubbing his belly. Then she slid the loft door open, closed it behind her, and was off down the stairs.

Logan had a car. A Jeep Wrangler, to be specific, but the clothing store she worked at was close enough to her apartment, that she could walk. She was very used to cities, and walked almost everywhere. Her Jeep was merely for the purpose of running errands, or venturing out of the city to see her friends. Needless to say, gas was one thing she wasn't spending a fortune on.

The store she worked at was almost the Canadian version of a Hot Topic, but with a few notable differences. It was less goth and more alternative, for one. They also had an entire section devoted to CD's, as opposed to just one rack. And the selection was much more varied an original, much like the people who worked there.

In short, it was Logan's cup of tea, so to speak, and she had made many friends while working there. But she only worked here on Mondays, Thursdays, and Fridays, from mid-morning on until closing. Then she would go to her second job, a waitress in a local open-mic club. Tuesdays and Wednesdays she worked part time at the local movie theater. Weekends she had off. She had to work a lot in order to put in her share of rent for the loft, as well as whatever else she needed. But she skipped some days of work, and could always find someone to cover for her.

The store she worked at, called "WTF" was part of a strip mall on Madison Ave. Logan strolled in casually, and upon hearing the loud rock music blaring over the loud speakers, she instantly felt like she was home. She nodded to her friend, Mason, who worked there full time.

"What's up, Mas?" She asked as she hopped over the check out counter and put her messenger bag down. "Not much, Logan. Jeanette has you on the floor with Conner." He said, bumping fists with her.

Logan sighed. "She would." Jeanette was the temperamental manager of the store. She always made sure Logan had a job where she was doing something productive, because she felt that Logan was a distraction when working at the register. Logan reached into a cabinet below the register grabbed her vest. Each employee had personalized vests, made unique because everyone either drew, wrote, or doodled all over theirs. She put hers on and then hopped back over the counter. "Later." She said to Mason, and then disappeared in the aisles, searching for clothes that people put in the wrong places, or left strewn on the floor.

"I guess, I remember every glance you shot me

Unharmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat

I squalled so hard

I stopped your heart from beating

So deep that I didn't even scream, so fuck me

I.."

A girl around the age of eighteen was sleeping soundly, the only noise in her messy hotel room being herself randomly spurting out lyrics she wrote, or The Used song, All that I've Got. She was in a bit of an awkward position, seeing as her feet were at the head of the bed, and her head at the feet. Her body from the chest up hanging precariously off, and her black hair sticking up wildly. Her mouth was open, and her arms close to touching the floor...each little movement from her body tilting her farther and father off the bed. It wasn't unusual, to see her in a position like this when she was asleep...the only time she wasn't about to fall off her bed was when a girl had slept over. Neither, was it weird, to see her practicing, even though she was asleep. Sophie shifted a little, which caused the blankets covering up her milky white legs to fall on the ground, her body following. BAM!

Of course. Sophie's head hit the floor, and she flipped over, her feet hitting her shoes that she put in front of her bed the night before. Cringing, Sophie's head shot up and she gave a surprised yelp. An angry "God damn, fucking, ground, hitting me when I did nothing to it" following it soon after. Sophie guessed she shouldn't be surprised. After all, she nearly always woke up to the ground hitting her. It had been that way since she was six years old...she had to face it, the ground hated her. Either that, or somewhere in her subconscious she really did want to make herself have a concussion. Unless, there really was a God...as they said, big man upstairs, was punishing her for whatever sins she had committed. Whatever it was, karma or herself, she now had a slight headache to accompany her today. Just lovely.

Snort.

Sophie's hand shot up and grabbed the bed, and she hoisted herself up. Yawning a face-splitting yawn, causing her to wobble and hit the wall. "God damn wall...just as evil as the bloody floor", she made her way to the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it get warm before she stripped herself of any clothes she had on and jumped in. She let the water run down her body before she washed her hair and body, still yawning every now and then, which caused her to choke on the water. Needless to say, she wasn't having a very good day. She soon finished showering and got out, wrapping a towel around her. Walking back into her room, she turned on her light, quickly looking for something to dress in.

Though, she stopped to look into her full body mirror. "I am NOT flabby." She said to the mirror, remarking to what her sister said a week ago to her. Her sister said that she was fat and that she had no muscles. That witch! In fact, she did have muscles. Though, she didn't have a noticeable six pack. She was light skinned, so the only way to notice them was if she let you touch her stomach. Smirking, she began to look for clothes to wear. Tight denim jeans, a tight, black, long-sleeve shirt, a black and white belt, converse sneakers, and a Bullet for My Valentine sweater. Fixing her hair, she made it as straight as it could've gotten, then put on her piercings. She never liked sleeping with them because she'd end up ripping one off. She knew that for a fact. When she was done, she began to do her make-up.

She never liked putting lip gloss, or anything on her face besides eye liner. Sometimes when she was in the mood to take pictures, she'd put on some blush, but nothing beyond that. As soon as she was done with that, she made her way out of her room. Of course, she stopped by the kitchen to see Benjamin eating his cereal, Dean looking for the soda, and Lindsey who looked to be about ready for breakfast. She hated mornings. Everyone looked so perky, unlike her who felt like she was going to die. "Hi guys." She said to all of them, though she wasn't really in the mood to talk.

Lindsey looked up as Sophie walked in. "Oh Hey! Look! She lives!" She said, laughing a little. "How are this wonderful morning?" She asked, knowing all to well the Sophie hated mornings.

What Sophie didn't expect was for Lindsey to make a joke out of her arrival. She gave her a glare, before she walked over to the fridge, opening it for only a second. When it closed, she had an apple in her hand, and was now devouring it. She didn't really like having breakfast, since she usually had stomach aches right after. She only ate lunch and dinner.

So an apple was all she planned on having until twelve oh' clock. "Ha. Your so funny I forgot to bloody laugh." She said aloud to Lindsey, giving her another one of those 'I hate morning' looks, before she made her way back to her room. She realized that unlike her friends, she was going to do some exploring in Toronto. They all knew she loved traveling, and exploring each place she visited was number one on her To Do list.

Once in her room, she searched for her jacket, as well as her book bag and sunglasses. The room was a mess like always, so it took a rather long time to find all three pieces. By the time she was done, she felt like a complete lazy ass, and thought twice before making her way out of her room and down the hall. "I'm going to go exploring for a while. Dare to go after me and you'll only be walking alongside me for miles." She said aloud, her accent following throughout the hall, entering the kitchen and other various places. As she made her way outside, she slipped her jacket on, as well as her sunglasses. As for a book bag, she was searching through it for a few seconds, making sure she had everything she needed.

After that, she began to make her way down the streets of Toronto. It wasn't the best place, but it was nice in a way. It seemed like a busy place. As she made her way down Madison Avenue, she began to wonder where to go first. Before she left the Inn she had taken a brochure which had a lot of interesting places to visit. But she figured that she'd get to those later on. Hmm...a job would be nice. That way, she'd have money in her pocket.

Speaking on money, she wanted some M&M's now. Always prepared, she reached into her book bag and pulled out a pack of peanut M&M's. "God bless you M&M's." She said to herself as she continued down the street, stuffing her mouth with the wonderful sensation of chocolaty goodness.

Well, the mall wasn't that interesting to her. Maybe that was because she despised shopping, even though she was a girl. But even though she was a girl, she disliked the fact that she had to enter a store where she knew she'd feel insecure when shopping for garments. Not that she was shopping for them! She had enough to last a century. So instead of walking into a clothing store, she entered a music shop.

To her surprise, it contained aisles filled with CD's and DVD's. She'd seen stores that contained only CD's before, but this store didn't only have aisles full of CD's. In the back, there seemed to another part that contained only instruments she'd been dying to get her hands on. But to her surprise, the instruments were blocked by a glass wall. No one was able to go near them.

"Damn you, glass wall." She mumbled to herself, cursing under her breath before she made her way towards the exit. She could care less about CD's, being that she'd rather download the music on her computer than spend money on a CD that will get scratched up in the future. As soon as she was out of the music store, she figured maybe, just maybe, she could take a look inside a clothing store. But if she didn't like what she saw, she'd make sure to run her ass out of there. Though, the first store wasn't bad at all. It reminded her of the actual Hot Topic back at home, but it seemed a bit different. Not so hardcore, less goth, and it stored more CD's than usual.

Toronto was weird indeed. But then again, this was her first time in Toronto. So it was going to take a long time to get used to the way people live around here. Taking a glance around, she cocked her head to the side. The clothing looked cool, but not as cool as she had hoped. She lost interest after a few minutes of looking around, only taking interest in the shirts they had.

Pants, not interested. They weren't her type. She loved ripped or ton up jeans, the type that looked like they were about to fall apart. And color mattered as well. She may have loved black pants, but the most of the sewings contained colors she didn't like. So only the shirts were her forte. Even though she liked them, she didn't plan on buying anything.

Logan had watched from a far as their third costumer of the morning had walked in. She walked around, fairly uninterested in their clothing, and Logan sighed, knowing it didn't leave much hope. She looked at the girl. Tight pants. Tight shirt. She looked down at herself. Loose pants with rips and wholes everywhere, and very worn in. Only slightly tight shirt, black with "Drums Life" in big white letters. Not to mention, her personalized vest. She sighed, but decided to give it a shot anyway. Most girls like this didn't give her the time of day, but luckily she wasn't the type that was discouraged easily.

She folded the last t-shirt and then signaled Conner that she was going to help their new costumer. He nodded, and she left him, walking over to the girl. She stalled for time, weaving through some aisles and watching the girl as she drifted through the t-shirts. Logan figured that she and Conner should have taken the time to open the new shipment of clothes that morning, containing things that weren't even in their storage in the back. But, oh well.

She finally started walking directly towards the girl, coming casually at her from the side. She stopped about four feet from the girl. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked. Christ, even her voice, which was throaty, and kind of raw sounding, could be mistaken for a boy's.

Damn, the girl kept on changing her mind. One minute she told herself she wasn't going to buy anything, then the minute after that she told herself that she wanted the damn shirt with stripes. It was going on for a while, but once she saw another shirt she liked, she automatically knew she wasn't going to leave this store without buying it. So as the minutes passed, she began to take interest in certain shirts, and she even took time to look at the pants. She took interest in a few of those as well. Geez, she needed to get out of there.

"Bloody hell." She mumbled under her breath as she looked at her pile of clothes. She picked out four shirts, and two pairs of pants so far. The pants she chose weren't torn up, but she'd fix that later on. And almost all the shirts seemed to be striped and dark looking. Except for the shirt that had no stripes, had a slipknot in front of it and in the back had a stick figure being hanged.

It made her laugh, which was why she planned on buying it. As she continued down the aisle, she stopped at yet another shirt she liked, and began to search for her size. Though, she stopped when she heard someone speaking. She looked over to her right, and saw that one of the workers had taken interest in helping her. Well, of course she needed help. Okay, there is a problem with Sophie when she goes shopping, and it's the reason why she hates it. When she goes shopping, she doesn't buy a few things, she buys a lot of things. She always ends up leaving the mall with not even a dime in her pocket.

Which was why she only went shopping once in a blue moon. She always bought so much, she didn't even have to enter a mall for months. So here she is, staring at the worker with a smile, thinking inside her head how crazy she is right about now. And it took her a long moment to take over the workers appearance. She looked rather masculine, but she thought otherwise when she noticed the breasts hidden beneath the vest. "Umm...kinda." She said.

"I go shopping once in a blue moon, so since I'm here...I plan on buying more than a hand load of clothes. Think you can help me find some interesting clothes?" Such a stupid question, Sophie. She thought as she gave the worker another smile.

Logan smiled as the girl explained herself, and then chuckled a little when she was finished. She always did the same thing. She hated to go shopping. Finding the clothes, trying them on, taking them off, finding more clothes, repeating the process, it was always such a hassle to her. But she always ended up with a lot of clothes and only a little bit of money left. She nodded, still showing off her pearly white teeth, and twisted her trucker hat around so it was backwards.

She stood back and looked the girl up and down for a moment with her mismatched eyes. She was making sure they had sizes that would fit this girl, and would have done the same for anyone else, but she couldn't help but note the girls features. One of the plus sides of working in a clothing store.

She nodded again. "I'm sure we can find something." She looked around to see if Jeanette was there yet. The disgruntled manager always had big problems with employees taking customers to the storage room, but Logan didn't care much at the moment. Jeanette had always stressed that the employees be on time, or face consequences in the form of a pay cut, and yet the manager never showed up on time herself.

Satisfied that she was here, she jerked her head towards the door with big block letters on it that read 'STORAGE.' "C'mon to the back room. We just got a new shipment in yesterday, but none of it is shelved yet. Maybe you'll find something in there that's more your style." She said smoothly, leading the way to the back room. She shoved a key into the lock, opened the door, and then held it open for the girl. Then she walked over to a shelve with boxes on it, and took down four large ones. Logan was tall, about 5'11'' and she could easily reach them. She was strong too, and so the boxes were no problem for her.

She took a box cutter out of her vest and sliced the boxes open. "There." She said, stepping away so the girl could have her space. "Those are just the first four. Go crazy." Logan smiled at the girl, and then walked over to the door, the chain from her wallet jingling against the many keys hooked to her belt loop, making music as she walked. She opened the door slightly. "I have to keep watch for the manager. She'll fire me if she finds out I'm doing this." Logan chuckled.

Sophie sighed in relief when the girl nodded. It was nice to know that the workers here would be willing to help the customers. Unlike the other Hot Topics back in New York where she lived. In most of the malls, Hot Topic was a very busy place. So the workers would focus on some customers, while the others had to mend for themselves. Sophie watched as the worker looked her up and down, and she did the same to her. But with her sunglasses on, she probably wouldn't know.

"I'm glad to hear that, 'cause I don't plan on leaving until I do find something." She retorted, adding a low chuckle. Though, she became silent as she watched her look around. Even though she had no idea what it was or who it was, she didn't really care. While the worker was looking around, she was still looking for the right size to that certain shirt she had taken interest in a few seconds ago.

Once she found the shirt, she placed it in her pile of clothes, and watched as Logan began to make her way towards the storage room. She nodded, and followed after her. As soon as she entered, she set her clothes down on an empty table, and took a look around. It was a rather big, crowded storage room. Well, to her. That's probably because this was her first time in the storage room. "My style? I don't really have a certain style, I'm just so-so on the clothes I wear. Certain colors aren't my forte, as well as texture." She said as she watched her bring down one of the boxes.

As soon as she broke it open, she began to search through the box. Of course, her eyes were hidden but you could tell she was enjoying herself with the wide smile on her face. Straight, white teeth always made someone look happy. She took out one shirt, which was lime green with a rainbow in the front, and below it were words that said "Who said theres no treasure at the end of the rainbow?" She just liked it 'cause it was cute. As for the other shirts she picked out, most of them just had instruments on them with jokes on the bottom. Her favorite was the bass guitar that said "Rock on" sprayed across it.

As soon as she was done with the first box, she sighed. "One out of five, complete." She said aloud as she chuckled. Turning, she faced her pile of clothes. "Geez, I'm going to have to organize it." Which was what she did. She separated the pants from shirts, and the shirts from dresses. Which she only had two. But they were for Skylar and Lindsey. They were about the same size so she made sure she picked the colors they liked.

Logan peeked out the door every now and then, but mostly she kept glancing over to the girl. There were always girls coming in here that she was attracted to, but this one was different some how. She wanted to know more about her. She listened to her accent, and guessed her to be French. She was usually pretty good with accents.

She looked over, hearing the comment about organizing. "I'll organize for you, if you want to keep searching." She said, walking away from the door. Keeping watch wasn't necessary, Jeanette wouldn't get her lazy ass in here until noon time, and then she'd disappear for two hours to go on her "lunch break." She walked up to the pile of the girls clothes on the table, but wouldn't touch them until her customer said it was okay.

"You're not from Toronto, are you?" She asked innocently. Most people who lived in Toronto have been to WTF at least once. At one time a few years ago, it was cool to hang around outside and smoke. Everyone knew where it was. But this girl seemed to have never been here before. That, and the accent clued her in that this girl was a stranger. Then again, Logan had an Irish accent, and she'd been here for years now.

"No no..it's okay. I'm already finished." She said as she grinned. Unlike Logan, she wasn't very good with other accents besides her own. Unless you were British, 'cause then it'd be bloody obvious. And also because her mother was British. Taking off her glasses, she revealed her hazel eyes. But they weren't really hazel. She just liked hazel rather than the light blue they really were. She cocked her head to the side as she was asked if she was from Toronto, and smiled innocently.

"No, I'm not. I'm from New York. But I'm here with a few of my friends that are here for the Taste Of Chaos tour. We're only staying here for one full month." She said as she pouted, before she jumped up and sat down on the table beside her clothes. "I don't think a month is long enough though." She usually spent more than three months away from her band when traveling, so one month was never going to be enough for her. She liked taking her time while exploring new places. Toronto looked like an interesting place, so of course she planned on getting started today. But that was right after shopping...she didn't plan on walking around all day with bags.

For a few moments she drifted off into silence as she began to think about her band back in New York, but then she realized she was still in the storage room, with a worker, and was busy trying to find clothes. "So, what is your name?" She asked, her eyes moving towards the worker.

Logan watched the girl as she moved around. It wasn't that she liked to stare, or was nosy. She was just very observant. She noticed a lot of little things about a lot of people, as if everything was moving in slow motion. She nodded when the TOC tour was mentioned. She grinned happily. "My band is opening for one of the bigger bands in the Taste of Chaos tour." She said proudly. She didn't draw much attention to her band when talking to other people, but they were pretty good. They had to be, after all, to be in the Taste of Chaos tour.

Then she was asked her name. It was written on her vest, but it was under all the graffiti writing, sketches, and doodles. Only Logan was able to find it, and that's only because she was the one that drew it on there. She smiled. "I'm Logan." She paused for a moment. "You know, Toronto is kind of sneaky. You can miss a lot of things if you're not looking for them. Maybe I could show you around, sometime?" She suggested. It was lame, and she knew it, but knowing that this stranger was only going to be here for a month made her want to spend more time with her. She didn't know why, though.

"But you know...only if you wanted me to-" She said, trailing off in her sentence, leaving room for the girl to day her name. She felt an odd sensation from her pocket, but then realized it was her phone vibrating and dismissed it.

Sophie pouted when she mentioned her band being in the TOC tour. "I wish my band would be in it. Well, not really...'cause then we'd have to come here to Toronto. And they dislike traveling. I've told them a million times already, you can't be in a band unless your willing to do was is needed to get where you need to go." She said as she sighed. But after a few seconds, she began to get curious. "What is your role in the band?" She asked, eying her now. She too, was a very curious girl. But only because she loved learning new things.

She smiled after she said her name, and jumped off the table. She cocked her head to the side as Logan explained how Toronto was sneaky. The way she said it made her laugh, but it wasn't in any way meant to offend Logan. But after a few seconds, she stopped and returned to smiling. "Yeah, I'd like that. It's not everyday I find someone who is willing to explore with me." She told her, watching as she began to speak again. But she didn't finish.

Grinning, she began to look around the room for an empty box. "My name is Sophie. But don't call me that. I prefer Benji." That was when she found a box big enough to fit all the clothes she had so far. "Say, can you help me put these clothes into the box?" She asked, holding the box in her hands.

Logan pulled her drumsticks out of her back pocket. "I'm the drummer." She chuckled, twirling her sticks for a moment before putting them back into her pocket. That's one of the things she liked about boys jeans. The pockets were big. She could stick her drumsticks in her back pocket, and even though they stuck out, she didn't have to worry about them falling out. "But I also play acoustic guitar on some of the songs. Oh, and I write the lyrics." She said, and chuckled at herself. It was no lie, without her, there'd be no band. She was the one that wrote the material, and then kept the backbone of the music. But she didn't like to admit that to herself. A band can only work with ALL parts functioning.

She walked over to the table with the pile of clothes on it, and looked over her choices. "Not bad." She said, thumbing through the folded articles of clothing. Then she took the pants and started to fill the box. It was how she was used to doing it. Pants, jackets, and the rest of the heavier clothing on the bottom. Next shirts. Next dresses and the rest of the lighter clothing. Store policy. She chuckled mentally.

"Benji, huh? Pretty bad ass name for a girl." She said, smiling. "Anyway, I'd love to show you around the city, if you ever have time. Whenever, I'm always available." She said, and then could have smacked herself. She made it sound like she had no life. Oh well.

"Drummer? Hmm, I've practiced the drums for a while, but I focused more on my guitar. It's acoustic, and I also write the songs as well. Well, most of them. But I have to say...lyrics take up a lot of my time. You have to figure out the theme, what you want it to sound like, then you have to find a good beat for it." She said, sounding a bit uninterested in the subject. And she was. Her band wasn't really an interesting band, but that's because she was the one who created it. She got everything started, and slowly but steadily, her band was getting closer and closer to the fame they've always wanted.

Really, she just wanted to do something she'd enjoy. "Thank you. I don't think it's bad at all. Except for the dresses. Not my type. I'm just buying those for my friends 'cause then they'd think I'm a money-spending whore." She said, and waited till it was full before she placed it on the table. "Bad ass?" She asked, her eyes wide as she looked at Logan. But after a long moment, she chuckled. "Oh trust me, I have all the time in the world. Perhaps, after you finish working we can go exploring?" She asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

But we all know, she is not very innocent. For bloody sake, she dislikes the very own band that she created. Well, thats because her band members cursed the st out of her when she told them she was leaving to Toronto for a month.

Her phone vibrated again, letting her know that she had a message. Logan reached into her pocket and grabbed it, checking the ID. It wasn't a call at all, but a text...from Mason. She read it. "Vincent showed up 2 work for once! U can leave w/ that chick if u want." And then there was a smug little smiley at the end. The smiley itself wasn't smug, but she knew he had meant it in a teasing way. She closed her phone and slid it back into her pocket.

"Lyrics were never really that much a problem for me, actually." She said, closing a box, and hoisting it onto her shoulder. "I don't sing usually, unless it's an echo kind of thing. I always end up sounding like Chris Daughtry or something. Not exactly like him, but I have a rough kind of voice like that." She chuckled. "As if you didn't already notice."

She walked over to the door from where they came in, and kicked it open with her foot. Then she held it open for Sophie. Then she lead the way up to the register, where Mason threw a smug smile her way, and then returned to his customer. She placed the box down on the counter and then hopped over it. "You know, I don't have to be here, if you'd want to go now?" She asked, taking the clothes out of the box to ring them up, and then placing them back inside just as she had done before. "Do you want it all to stay in the box, or in a bag?" She asked, wringing up the price. There was well over one hundred dollars of clothes in the box. But Mason had rigged the machines so that when you enter a code, it gives an automatic, but random discount. She punched the code in, and it came out to 70 dollars even. She grinned, looking to Sophie.

Sophie became curious when Logan began to read something on her cell phone. But she lost interest when she began to speak about lyrics. "I sometimes sing in the songs. Though I sound like that um...whats her name? She's the singer in um...Flyleaf. Damn, I forgot her bloody name. Anyway, I don't like how I sing so I just do back up singer, lead guitarist, and lyric writer." She said as she grinned. "I actually like your voice." She said, and followed her out of the storage room.

She watched as Logan jumped over the counter. "Oh really? Then I guess I'll just drop the box over at the Inn I'm staying in, then we can do what we want. Unless you think I'm going to walk around all day with a bunch of clothes." She said, adding a light chuckle. "No, keep them in the box. Less hassle." She said, watching as the price showed up on the small black screen. To her surprise, it said she only had to pay seventy dollars. Must've been broken because she knew the exact price.

She placed her book bag on the counter, and began to search through it for her wallet. When she found it, she opened it and pulled out three twenties and one ten.

Logan grinned when Sophie complimented her voice. "Thanks. Everyone says I sound like a guy. But, I guess it fits with the rest of me." She shrugged, and then waited for the receit, which had the real price on it, to come out of the register. Then she ripped it away, signed it, and stuck it into the box. She took the money from Sophie, punched some buttons, and then stood to the side of the register.

"I guess it would be smart to drop the stuff off. Do you mind if we stop at my apartment so I can pick up my Jeep? It'll be faster if we drive." She said, and the money drawer of the register punched open with a vicious force. It was broken, and Jeanette refused to get it fixed. Mason and Logan would neglect to tell the new employee's of the trick drawer, and then laugh in the background when the newbies got socked in the gut with it. It was sort of a newbie prank now.

She put the money in the slots, and then punched the drawer closed. Then she took her vest off and lightly punched Mason in the shoulder to get it attention. "I'm out. Later, freak. Tell Jeanette I said 'fuck you.'" She said as she bumped fists with Mason.

"I'm sure she loves you too, River-kid." Mason said to her as she hopped over the counter again. It was this tic she had. She could walk through the swinging doors. She always hopped over the counter. She felt weird if she didn't, and it was habit by now.

She picked up the box, then turned to Sophie. "Ready?"

"It doesn't sound like a males voice. It's just deeper compared to those perky female voices." She said with a smile. She was a bit confused when she stepped to the side, and wondered what was up. "Not at all. And if we get your Jeep, I can leave the box in the back until we're done for the day." this is because by the time we get there, everyone will STILL be there when they're supposed to be out the house already xD She said as she watched the money drawer pop out of the register. She was slightly startled, but then began to laugh.

"Now I know why you backed off to the side. Didn't want to get punched in the gut, did you?" She asked, noticing there weren't many workers. "Ooh, do you think there are job openings here?" She was thinking about it for a while, and a job sounded nice. Of course, she barely had any money in her pocket now, and needed to fix that. She never liked to go anywhere but the park without money in her pocket. She watched as Logan punched Mason in the shoulder, and grinned. The last time she punched her friend in the shoulder she got her lip ring pulled out of her lip. Took a damn long time for it to heal too.

"I'm ready." She said as she waved to Mason, before she grabbed her book bag and began to walk outside.

She nodded goodbye to Mason a last time, and then led Sophie out the door. She shifted the weight of the box to one hand so she could pull her hat forwards again, so it blocked the sun from her eyes. She had this thing with her eyes, the pupils didn't dilate really all that well, and so they let in more light than was healthy. She should have brought her sunglasses that morning, but she forgot. Luckily, she had her trusty black Guinness hat, which was just starting to tear along the edge of the bill.

Open jobs? Logan thought that was odd. "Why would you want a job if you're only going to be here for a month?" She asked, walking side by side with Sophie down the street. "I mean, yeah, there's openings. Seems like every day someone's quiting and someone new is coming. Mason, Conner, and I are really the only ones who have been there for longer than a year. Mason had his eye on the manager job, but Jeanette won it by seniority." Logan rolled her eyes.

It was only four or five blocks back to her apartment. "You don't mind if we go up, do you? I'm feeling separation anxiety from my new puppy." She chuckled at herself.

Sophie made sure the box didn't fall, balancing it on Logan's hand properly. She didn't want anything to fall out, since she didn't like to pick things up on the streets. It's like everyone was looking at her, and she didn't like to be stared at. Especially when there were so many people around her. "Why? Well, I may be staying here for a month, but I still like to have a few dollars in my pocket." She said with a shrug, now walking beside Logan instead of behind her to balance the box.

"I wonder why that is. Eh, maybe the evil register made them run away. Figured they couldn't handle the abuse and ran away." She said, adding a light chuckle. She was enjoying herself now. She was no longer in a clothes store, and she had met someone who was willing to explore Toronto with her. "I'll probably stop by the store tomorrow and ask for an application. I'm guessing I'll have to have an appointment with her or something?" She asked, hoping she'd just write up the application and just start working. She hated it when she had to sit down for hours and answer questions.

When they made it back to her apartment, she cocked her head to the side. "Not at all. If you miss your puppy so much, you can take it was us you know." She said, and smiled. "What type of dog is it?" She asked, taking the box from her now that they were at her apartment. She stumbled back a bit, but she found her balance and stood still for a long minute. After that, she let out another laugh.

Logan chuckled as Sophie talked about the cash register and filling out an application. "Not so much." She shook her head. "Jeanette doesn't believe in applications, and she thinks interviews are a waste of her time. If you want a job, you have to go up to her, say, "I want a job," and she'll look you over. If she likes you, she'll hire you. If not, she won't give you so much as a free gift card. She's a bitch like that. She used to be cool, but then something happened, and then she got named manager and now she doesn't really fly with us anymore." Logan shrugged. It happened a lot in her life. She thought people were a certain way, and then they completely changed on her. She was used to it now.

They came to her apartment, and the sudden lift of weight made her have to take a step back. She chuckled at herself, and at Sophie's reaction to the weight of the box. "Here, let me just put it in my car so you don't have to take it all the way up the steps." Logan said, walking over to her Jeep. She had a rock star parking spot, right in front of her building. The Jeep Wrangler was pretty well kept, considering she usually roughed up the things she had pretty good. It was a deep navy blue, with clack covering over the back and the windows. It was the older model, the kind where you can take the cover off so it's like a Jeep version of a convertible.

"I won't bring him with us, I just want to see him." She said, taking the box back from Sophie and placing it in the back of her Jeep. "He's a pit bull, only six months old." She said, and then jerked her head towards the door. "Come on in, you can see him." She said, walking away towards the door into the building.

Sophie listened to Logan as she talked about how Jeanette had changed as soon as she became the manager. "I guess that happens when you become a different rank. I know, I've been there. When your in charge of the band, you can always hear the little whispers behind your back. I know my band doesn't really like me, but I have to live with it...and so do they unless they want to lose their getting-there fame.

"I'm the one that arranged all the meetings and arrangements, and without me they'd have one hell of time trying to fill in my place. It's because my father was a very known man back in France. That's where our band was created. So the fact that he knew many high ranked people...well, you know. He introduced me to a few, told some I was creating a band...and some took interest and said once my band was good enough, to give them a call. And I did." She said as Logan took the box from her and placed it in the back of her Jeep.

She continued. "But even though I know many high ranked people back in France, I still need them, too. Without them, I have no band. So one day I laid it out to them. They could hate me all they bloody want. 'Cause frankly I hate them too...all that dirty talking did them no good. But they know that I can help them get what they want, as long as they help me get what I want. We're even. It's four against one. Meaning their all against me, but even I can equal all four of them because I have the key to all their hard work." She figured she was babbling on and on, so she stopped. She had a lot more to say about her band, but she would probably speak more about them later on.

"Awww! I once had a pit bull, his name was Denali, named after the real Denali. But he died three years ago. He was a bastard. But you learn to miss them the more you think about them. Animals do that to us." She said as she followed Logan into the building.

Logan listened to Sophie's story of her band while leading her to the elevator. Their loft was on the top floor, as mosts lofts were. "It sucks that you have to go through that with your band. The atmosphere in my band is completely different. We're all best friends. When we have a conflict over something, we debate, but in the end it gets resolved. We don't talk behind each others' backs, we've got each others' backs. Nobody's a sinner, nobody's a saint, we're just four people trying to make music." She paused for a moment. "I hope it stays like that." She said, and knocked on the wood railing inside the elevator. She could be really superstitious sometimes.

"Our lead guitarist and singer is actually my brother. You might meet him if he's still here." She walked out of the elevator and to the left, all the way down to the end of the hallway. Their loft was the kind with the doors that slid open. Logan grabbed the handle and pushed. It was unlocked, so either Riley was still here, or he forgot to lock the door again. She slid the door open, and then slid it closed behind Sophie.

"JD!" She called, and the puppy came tearing out of the kitchen. She squatted to the ground, and he pounced into her arms, licking her face happily. She chuckled and stood back up, puppy in her arms. She turned towards Sophie. "JD, this is my new friend, Sophie. Sophie, this is my new puppy JD." She grinned, and he leaned forward curiously, sniffing the new stranger.

Sophie sighed. "Well, that makes you one bloody lucky girl. My band isn't like that, and I doubt it'll ever be like that. We're not blessed with friendship, we're only blessed with the ability to move our fingers and sing at the top of our lungs." She mumbled when they entered the elevator. Though, her attention moved from Logan to the wood railing as well. "What? You don't trust wood?" She asked, and laughed.

"That's cool. I have a sister named Francine. She is going to be the co-manager of my band if anything does happen to me." She was mostly speaking to herself, but she knew Logan was able to hear. Sophie knew she had very weak bones, so she was lucky that today they gave her a break. But she knew that later on, she'd be feeling it. For years her father had been a worried freak over her, afraid that if he left her alone she'd do something to end up hurt.

As a child, she was kept in bed all day, having some teachers come in and teach her things she didn't know yet. She spent most of her Elementary school years at home, and once Junior high came, she was finally sent to an actual school. But she was kept in Special Ed. due to the fact that she wasn't at all 'normal'. So she wasn't really able to be on her own until High school. 'Cause frankly, she bitched with her father to keep her out of Special Ed. since all her friends could hardly hang out with her. And also because she wanted to be learning more than what they were teaching to Special Ed..

She hadn't realized that while she was thinking of her past, she was following Logan to her home. She was taken by surprise when JD's name was yelled out. She shook her head a few times, then returned to smiling. "Hello JD. It's always a pleasure meeting you." She said, and shook the dogs paw like a normal hand shake. She chuckled, and let his paw go.

JD wagged his tail at Sophie and yipped his approval. That made Logan chuckle, and she set him down on the ground. He ran to the new comer and started to sniff her legs, circling her. It looked like he was inspecting her for drugs or something, it was pretty funny. Finally satisfied, he looked up and barked at Logan. Again, she chuckled. "I think he approves." She said, and patted JD on the back. Then she walked away and into the kitchen. Riley wasn't in there, but his half eaten pizza was. She sighed and moved the boxes out of sight.

Then she looked over to Sophie. "I'm just going to grab my sunglasses." She said, and moved out of the kitchen, crossed the living room, and down the hallway into her room. She opened the door and sighed, trying to remember where in the hell she left them.

While she was in her room, Riley walked out with nothing on but a towel around his waist. He had just gotten out of the shower, his hair still dripping wet. Water droplets still clung to his muscular torso. He walked out into the kitchen, and then noticed Sophie's presence. He narrowed his eyes, and looked around, as if wondering if he was in the right apartment. "Who are you?" He asked curiously.

Logan rummaged through her desk, finally finding her sun glasses. She came out of her room. "Okay, I got them, let's go." She said, and then looked up to see Riley there. "What are you still doing here?" She asked him, and then noticed his lack of clothes. She sighed. Girls always went crazy over Riley. They'd fawn over him, and leave her in the dust. Though her looks were handsome, Riley looked like he was chiseled Greek God in real life. She looked at Sophie. "Riley, this is Sophie. Sophie, meet Riley, he's my brother."

Sophie seemed to like JD. The dog was so adorable, one could probably fall in love with it. Though, as the dog circled her, she stood still. Usually, dogs did that when they were looking for a place to do their 'thing', and she was a bit afraid. But she ended up letting out a laugh when he barked. "You think so? I think so too." She said, and bent down to pet JD. "Your such a cute doggy. Yes you are. The cutest doggy in the world." As usual, Sophie was always a child whenever she was playing with an animal. Especially the cute ones, like JD.

Looking back at Logan, she nodded. "Alright. I'll be right here when you get back." She said, adding a smile before Logan left the kitchen to search for her sunglasses. As she continued to play with the dog, she heard yet another masculine voice, similar to Logan's, but wasn't. She was sure of it. Looking up at Riley, her eyes widened at what she saw. Half naked, had a muscular torso, and was still a bit wet. He looked like a model, but then again, a lot of guys had those type of bodies. So she wasn't surprised to see him.

He wasn't a stud, so she took no interest. Instantly, she returned to playing with the dog. "Who am I, you ask? Do you not welcome guests with a generous greeting?" She asked, her accent letting itself out like usual. Slowly, she looked up at him again, but then she grinned. She liked muscular bodies, but then again she never went after appearance. She usually stuck with personality. As soon as Logan returned, she stopped playing with the dog, and looked up at her with a smile. "Why, Logan has returned! You know what this means? It means, I can't play with JD anymore..." She said, adding a pout before standing up normally.

Sophie folded her arms across her chest as Logan introduced the both of them, and added a smile when she was done. "Always a pleasure meeting someone new. Now, can we go? I'm in the mood for a frappuccino, but I don't know why."

Logan was a little surprised when Sophie didn't pay attention to Riley. She hardly even gave him a second glance. She grinned at her brother and then nodded. "Yeah, let's go." She said and then leaned down to rub JD's head. "Bye baby boy!" She said and then straightened, sliding the door open for Sophie. She waited until the girl walked out before sticking her tongue out at her brother and then sliding the door closed behind them.

"I know a good place to go for coffee and all that jazz." She said, walking over to her Jeep. She unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat. "Where do you even want to go today?" She asked, curious. Toronto had so many places to go see. Well, at least she thought there were a lot. But they weren't things that normal people would appreciate. There weren't really any special landmarks. All she had in mind of doing was showing Sophie her special places. Places she went when she needed to get away. Logan started to wonder if this was even such a good idea, as Sophie might not appreciate the places that Logan had to show.

She started the engine and pulled into the street, cruising smoothly off to the local coffee haunt. It was an interesting place. Everyone knew where it was, and everyone went there, but it was hardly ever busy. It wasn't far from her apartment. Just four blocks down and around the corner, hence its name "Cornerstone Coffee." They had the best coffee around, as well as smoothies and other delicious treats.

For Sophie, it's normal to be used to guys like Riley. After all, she was the only female in her band, which meant she was surrounded by hot guys with just as many muscles as Logan's brother. No big deal. Sophie pouted when they were ready to leave, giving JD one last hug and Riley a wave before she made her way out into the hall. She didn't see Logan stick her tongue out at her brother, which was good, 'cause then she'd be curious. Maybe it was a brother-sister thing. She didn't know, she only acted like that when she was with her friends.

Sophie looked up at Logan with wide, sparkling eyes, and smiled. "You do? Logan...they better have frappuccino's. If they don't, I'm going to hurt you." She wouldn't really hurt Logan, but she'd probably do her best to annoy Logan for the rest of the day. "Where...do...I want to go? Logan, that is simple. I don't know. Surprise me." She said, and slid into the passenger's seat right when Logan slid into the driver's seat. Right now, she was trusting Logan not to let her down. She wanted to go anywhere, as long as she had fun. Fun was the key point in her whole exploring idea.

Sophie didn't say anything as Logan started up the engine and started down the street, but after a few moments she turned to face her. "Are you older than Riley, or is he older than you?" She asked, not really curious; just in the mood to talk.

Logan parked her car in the lot in front of the coffee house. "Riley's older than me by three minutes." She said, unbuckling her seat belt. She opened her door and stepped out. "We are twins." Growing up, people had mistaken her for her brother all the time. She eventually got used to be identified as a boy, and soon it didn't bother her at all. Soon, she preferred it.

As she walked up to the coffeehouse with Sophie, she began to wonder where she should take this girl around the city.

As they walked into the coffeehouse, the smell of coffee beans and vanilla filled itself in her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, loving this smell. There was acoustic rock singing its tune over the loud speakers, loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough so that one could carry on a conversation in peace.

"Logan! It's been a while!" Called a girl from behind the counter.

Logan walked up to her, smiling. "Hey Madeline. Can I get my usual? Oh-" She turned to Sophie. "This is my new friend Sophie."

"Your new friend?" Madeline grinned, giving a knowing look to Logan. Then she nodded and stuck her hand out to the girl. "Hello Sophie. I'm Madeline. I own this store."

Sophie couldn't help but grin when she said they were twins. They didn't really alike, but that was because Logan was a girl, and Riley was a male. Of course they'd look different! People might have mistaken Logan for her brother when she was younger, but Sophie could tell the difference between them. Then again, perhaps if she'd met Logan at a much younger age, she'd probably mistake Logan for Riley. But I'm not sure. But what I do know is that Sophie could tell who was Riley, and who was Logan.

She unbuckled her seat belt, then opened the passenger door to get out. Once she closed the door, she followed after Logan. "Logan? What's it like being a twin? Was it weird when you were younger? Did you like being a twin?" She was a very curious girl indeed. But she couldn't help it. She liked getting to know Logan. She seemed very interesting. Once Sophie was inside the coffeehouse, she took in the scent of what a coffeehouse should smell like. Boy, it smelled like heaven. She didn't mind the music though.

She stopped when Logan because to speak to some girl, and cocked her head to the side. Of course she smiled as she was introduced, but then she noticed the same look she'd seen earlier. It was the 'friend? yeah right.' type of look. And it was beginning to bother Sophie. But for the time being, she'd just play along. She shook Madeline's hand, and returned to smiling. "It's a pleasure to meet you Madeline. Do you really? I must say, it has a very, very, very wonderful smell. Don't mind me. I just love coffee." She said, and smiled.

No one would really be able to tell whether or not she loved coffee. This was because her teeth weren't anywhere near yellow. She sometimes tends to smoke as well, but thats why she always carries a toothbrush in her book bag. She doesn't really like yellow.

Logan narrowed her eyes at Madeline when she gave her the knowing look. She loved her friends to death, really, but she hated it when they just assumed the girls she brought around were dates. Okay, so maybe Cornerstone was a place she's frequent with a lot of female companions, but that didn't mean Madeline should just assume these things about her. She sighed internally. She liked Sophie, she really did. She felt a connection, and she was big about those kinds of things. But she didn't want Sophie to be scared off if Logan's sexuality became common knowledge. It happened it a lot of girls. She wished it not to happen again. It was a terrible feeling deep inside her heart when girls avoided her, or ran away simply because of who she was.

She saw Madeline walk away to get her order, assuming she would be back for Sophie's. She turned to the girl at her side, now that they were alone at the counter.

Logan had almost forgotten about Sophie's earlier question. "Being a twin? It's okay, I guess. It's not much different than having a normal sibling. Things can go well, or they can be strained. Riley and I really got along well, which is why we're so close now-a-days." She looked down to the counter. "When we were younger, we'd go ice-skating on this lake back home in Ireland. It was real thin in the center. Riley always liked to show off, so he wanted to show me how, if he skated fast enough over it, he wouldn't fall through." She chuckled a little distantly. "It didn't work out so well. One second he was there, the next, right through. I skated over, I didn't see him anywhere. So I dove in."

The water had been really cold. It was a shock to her system, and it felt like ice blocked over her rib cage, making it impossible for her to breathe. But she had to get Riley. She had to. "I found him passed out on the bottom of the pond. I had to drag him up, luckily I found the hole. I had to preform CPR on him out on the ice until the doctors came." She trailed off a moment, and lifted up her hoodie and her t-shirt to expose a tiny expanse of pale skin on her abdomen. But the skin was marred my a pale red scar. It started just below her belly button and reached up diagonally for about five inches. "I got that from the ice, when I was trying to get out. I'll carry it for the rest of my life."

She let her shirt and hoodie fall, and moved some hair out of her face, only to have it fall rebelliously back in the same place. "We've had each other's back ever since. And that's why when my parents disowned me, he came with me. I really like having him as my twin, to answer your question."

Madeline came back and handed Logan's Strawberry-Banana Creme blend to her. "And for you, Sophie?" She asked warmly.

Sophie watched as Madeline walked away to get Logan's order, then once she was gone she turned her attention back to Logan. She listened as Logan began to talk about being a twin. But what made her even more curious was when Logan began to explain the accident when they went ice-skating on the lake back in their hometown Ireland. For some reason, this saddened Sophie. Especially when Logan lifted up her hoodie and shirt to reveal the pale red scar. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she stared at it, and once it was gone from her view she realized she'd forgotten how to breathe.

Once her breathing was back to normal, she stared into Logan's eyes. "Does it hurt?" She asked, wondering what it was like to go through something like that. Lucky for her, Sophie never had to go something like that. Logan risked her life so save her brother, and what made Sophie's heart sink was that Logan could've died. And if Logan died, she would've never met JD, or her brother Riley, and most importantly...her. Even when Madeline came to ask for her order, her eyes were still on Logan. It actually took her a whole minute before she turned her attention to Madeline, and she shrugged. "Do you sell frappucino's?" She asked.

Logan shook her head with a small smile, some strands of hair falling across her mismatched eyes. "Not anymore. It hurt like a mother when it happened, though." She said, and then looked took a sip from her Strawberry-Banana Creme blend.

Madeline had the feeling that she stumbled upon something private, and regretted coming back over so quickly. But she didn't let that show on her face, and instead smiled and nodded. "We do, indeed, dear. What kind would you like?" She asked warmly.

Logan observed Madeline as she spoke. No matter the time of day, no matter which day it happened to be, Maddy always seemed to have this happy, warm presence about her. Logan found it truly amazing that any one person could always be counted upon to be so cheery no matter what was going on. There were many times after rough break ups, or just rough days all around that Logan would come in here to sit at the bar and brood, and somehow Maddy always made her feel better. She just had this naturally warm aura about her. It was amazing.

Logan started to think now about where exactly she would take Sophie. The city was big, and she had a few things that she could show. They were mostly just places that meant a lot to her, but she hoped Sophie would appreciate them just the same.

Sophie sighed in relief when Logan told her it didn't hurt anymore. "Good thing it's only a scar now. I know someone who has a scar across his forehead from an accident that happened six years ago, and he says it still hurts. That's why I asked." She said as she turned back to Madeline. "Umm, I'll have a caramel. Thank you." She told her, giving a light smile.

Madeline nodded and walked away. Logan stared distantly for a moment longer at the marble counter. Then she shrugged and took a sip from her drink. "It smarts every now and then, but I don't consider it actual pain. But I have a high tolerance for pain now-a-days." She said, and absentmindedly rubbed the spot where her scar lay. "Mostly it gives a little twang when it's going to rain. And also when it gets hit."

She was glad that Sophie didn't inquire as to why she and her brother were kicked out of their house. She wasn't ready quite yet to out herself to the other girl. Things usually didn't go so well. Logan kind of regretted having to made the conversation heavy with talk of her past. Now she wasn't sure of what to say to lighten the mood. And so she was glad when Madeline returned.

"Here you go, Sophie." Madeline said with a grin as she handed the drink to the girl. Logan started fishing in her pocket for money, but Maddy shook her head. "No need, love. I'll get it."

Logan smiled. "Thank you, Maddy." She nodded her head, and Madeline returned the gesture.

"I'll see you two kids later." She said, and gave the same knowing look to Logan that she did before.

Logan rolled her eyes and walked out of the store, holding the door open for Sophie. In her Jeep, she placed her drink in the cup holder and started the car. "Alright, Sophie. I'm going to take you to my favorite spot in the entire city." Logan said, smiling as she backed her car out of the space, and pulled out of the parking lot.