Well, it's the last FF to the sequel, but don't worry. It's only the first chapter! Anyways, I've gotton lots of request to do A LAST SEQUEL so, here it is! Enjoy!
Cheers, Celine xx
"ELEVATE A LITTLE HIGHER!" I sang on top of my lungs, throwing my hands in the air as the car raced down the highway.
"THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE SKY AND CELEBRATE." My lovely handsome boyfriend, Logan Henderson, sang along, grinning at me from behind his Ray Bands. Yep! You heard right! I was the lucky chick that was dating Loggie Henderwhore.
I giggled as I turned the radio higher, enjoying the light but warm breeze. We've been dating for a year and a half already and we were currently headed to Texas to spend a few days with Logan and his family. It was summer in late July, the sun blazing in the sky.
"Do your parents know I'm coming?" I asked.
"Duh." Logan replies. "I'm so excited for you to meet my family."
"Me too." I paused. "What of they don't like me?"
"Of course they'll love you." Logan frowns. "Why wouldn't they? I love you and that's all that matters."
"Okay." was all I said. Believe it or not, driving to Texas takes a long time. Well, I think it's more nerves. We've been driving for just fifteen minutes.
I did some research and apparently, it takes 30 minutes to drive from L.A. to Texas. Don't know if that's right, but just bare with me.
I watched the clock on Logan's dashboard, the numbers ticking away my nervousness. I tapped my right leg and bit my lip, tuning out the world and just listened to the clock count. Tick, tick. I stared out the window and tried to ignore how fast my heart was beating.
"Hey, smile a little. Stop being so nervous." Logan says, patting my knee.
"Welcome to North Richland Hills!" Logan said, as we drove past the 'WELCOME TO DALLAS' sign.
I clapped my hands excitedly. "I'm so excited to see the place where you grew up."
Logan laughed. "You're like a little kid on Christmas day."
I grinned as Logan turned again and a large and nice house came into view. I let out a low whistle. "Wow, nice house."
Logan waved me off as he parked the car and climbed out. I climbed out as well, suddenly really nervous. I bit my lip as I walked to the trunk of Logan's car where he held my two over-night bags. I took one from him, still staring at the house. The door flung open as we made our way to the door and a girl came rushing out.
"Logan!" She exclaims and hugs him. I smiled. I knew that girl. She was Presley, Logan's sister. She looks over to me and gasps. "You're Caitlin!"
I laughed. "Hi. You're Presley, right?"
She nods then cocks her head to the side. "But you're really pretty. What are you doing with him?" She makes a face at Logan. I laughed as Logan shoot her a look.
"Shut up, Pretzel." Logan said, ruffling her hair as the three of you made your way up the front steps. Pretzel. That's cute.
Two people, which I'm guessing is Logan's parents stood at the doorway, smiling. "Look at you, Logan!" The woman, which I'm guessing is his mother, exclaims.
"You're turning into a fine young man, Logan." The man (which I'm guessing is his father) takes him by the shoulder.
"Hey Mum. Hey Pops." Logan said, giving him hugs. "I missed you." Awh, he missed him. Super cute.
His parents glance over to and I smiled awkwardly. "Hi, I'm Logan's mom. Pleasure to meet you, Caitlin." The woman greeted me with a warm smile.
"Yes, we heard so much from Logan about you." The man shakes his head. "I was beginning to wonder if he was lying."
"Is that so?" I said, raising my eyebrow at Logan with a smirk. He blushes and looks to the ground.
"I haven't seen Logan blush that hard since Pre-school." The man laughed, extending his hand. "Logan's father, nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mr. Henderson." I replied, my heart beating fast as I shook his hand.
"Come on in." He said, standing aside to let us in.
"Thanks." I smiled, waddling in with Logan close behind.
"You can sleep in the guest room or if you prefer, with Logan." Mama Henderson winked. What a cool lady.
"Thanks, Mrs. Henderson." I blushed.
"Presley, help Caitlin bring her things up." Logan's dad instructs. Presley gladly skipped over to me and grabbed a suitcase.
"Thanks," I said, blushing.
"Follow me," Presley said, climbing up the stairs. I walked up the stairs and she kicked up a door. "Logan's room, or as I like to call it, the nearest dumpster."
I giggled as I looked around his room. His room was covered clothes ( I saw a boxer peeking out under his bed, teehee ), books, CD's among other things ( was that a used condom? Nope, just a balloon … or so I hope, teehee ) His walls were filled with photos and posters. "When was the last time he cleaned his room?" I smirked, placing down my suitcase.
Presley shrugged, placing down my other suitcase on his bed. "LOGAN!" She shouted. "GET YOUR ASS UP HERE AND CLEAN YOUR ROOM."
"LANGUAUGE, PRESLEY," Mr. Henderson called out.
"YOU SOUND LIKE MOM," I heard Logan yell.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan's mom shot. "You just got here and you're already making fun of me," I giggled again. This family was so cool.
"You'll get used to it," Presley said, shrugging again.
I nodded, smiling. "I think so."
Moments later, I heard thundering footsteps up the stairs and Logan boomed in the room, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissed me on my cheek. His parents came in not far behind him and stood at the doorway.
"Presley wasn't kidding about cleaning your room," Mrs. Henderson wrinkled her brow, picking him a shirt off the ground.
"Ma, I'm a man," Logan rolled his eyes.
"A man that lives under my roof," his mom said, raising an eyebrow at him. "Clean up the room, Loggiebear." She said, throwing him the shirt before heading out the door.
His father chuckled. "Welcome home, boy," he said, patting Logan on the shoulder before walking out the room as well.
"Well, I'm out of here. See you loser," Presley said, slapping Logan in the arm. "Bye Caitlin!"
"Bye," I chirped.
"Glad to know everyone is glad I'm back!" Logan exclaimed.
"Loggiebear?" I giggled, turning to face Logan.
"Don't laugh," Logan sighed, picking up another shirt from the ground. "How about you be the great girlfriend you are and help me clean up my room?"
"Yes, because that's what I came all the way up to Texas to do," I rolled my eyes, leaning down to pick up a pair of dirty jeans.
"Love you, babe," Logan said, kissing me.
"Yeah, yeah." I waved him off, throwing a tank top into the dirty laundry hamper.