so damn cute (logan paul fanfic)

another day

i woke up. it was another day in la, nothing exciting happening, i just had a gig at a restaurant down the street, and that was at 6pm. it was 6am. i have twelve hours. the first thing i did was head to the gym, where i saw a bunch of vloggers like i always do. they piss me off. they're always so loud, and i don't appreciate them disturbing my workout!! (this is before logan moves in, but mark is there already, so is johannes and george. yes i am aware mark moved in after logan, but pretend logan was never on vine, so he isn't "famous") i walked over to the one with jack frost-looking hair. haha.
"um, excuse me?", i said.
"is something wrong," he said, looking at his camera.
"yes, actually. you're disturbing my workout..." i trailed off.
"hi, i'm mark. we will be good friends," he said, reaching his hand out. i shook it, but didn't introduce myself. i rolled my eyes and went to the treadmill. after i finished my workout, i got a gains bowl and went back to my apartment lobby.
"hello!" i waved to the front desk worker.
"good morning, miss. rose!" she waved back happily. i smiled. i was walking down the hallway to my apartment when i was knocked down by a boy running to his room. i looked up, as the blonde boy, about 22, looked back at me.
"oh, i'm so sorry!!" he said, helping me up. i rolled my eyes, but he didn't notice. he was holding a camera.
"let me guess, you're a vlogger too?" i asked him, and he simply nodded.
"there are other vloggers here?? will you introduce me to them? i just moved here, i don't really know anyone," he told me. i shook my head.
"sorry, i don't know them too well. why did you move here?" i asked.
"my brother, jake paul, got famous on vine and moved out here. i was never good on camera, but i wanted to prove i could do what he does. so now i'm vlogging, like him. have you heard of jake?"
"no, sorry. by the way, my names brooklyn rose. you can call me brooke, though," i said. he smiled.
"hi, i'm logan paul," he said. i smiled, and went to my apartment, showering and getting ready for my gig. i still had about 10 hours, so i went shopping at the grove, and ran into the vloggers again. it was mark and two other men.
"aye, we met earlier!" mark said. i half smiled.
"yup," i simply said.
"i didn't get your name," mark said. i sighed.
"i'm brooklyn. call me brooke," i told him, trying to walk away. the smaller, tanner one grabbed my arm.
"hey, not so fast! i'm george, this is johannes," george said. johannes waved. i waved.
"cool. ok, i gotta go, bye!" i said, trying to sound cheerful. i headed to the restaurant, when i saw logan.
"brooke, right?" he asked. i nodded, smiling. logan didn't seem too ignorant.
"what're you doing here?" he asked me, and i told him how i'm singing. he smiled, and genuinely seemed happy to hear me sing!
"well, you're going to be amazing, brooke. good luck!" he said. i hugged him, and started singing on stage. logan smiled the whole time, and stayed all 3 hours i was singing. i stepped off stage.
"you stayed?" i asked. he nodded.
"how could i not? you were incredible. hey, do you need a ride home?" he asked. i nodded, getting in his car. he drove me home that night.