Louise's POV

Today I won't think about Logan. Crap! I already did. Well now I know that I'll be miserable for the rest of my life.

I don't understand my freaking brain. Logan is like, twice my age! And his stupid face is so, so, freaking stupid! Jimmy Jr. even looks better than him, and that's coming from me. I need surgery to get these thoughts removed from my brain. But before that, I have to consult with my manager, Tina.

I walked into her room at around 5 a.m. for more 'advice' (if you can even call it that). I knew she would still be up since she had started writing her erotic friend fiction early in the morning. Who would voluntarily wake up early to write something that wasn't even homework?! Apparently my sister Tina does.

Tina was at her desk as per usual writing her disgusting thoughts about Jimmy Jr. onto a brand new notebook. She must've not heard me open her door and come in because she jumped out of her seat once I came closer to her.

"AAH! Louise, you could've given me a heart attack," she said in a panicked voice.

"Whatever. I need detailed information on how to deal with this situation that is not even a situation at all because it's under control," I said smoothly so Tina wouldn't get the wrong idea. I don't want her thinking I like Logan in any way, shape, or form.

"You mean relationship advice?" She calmly said as a smirk appeared on her face.

"Ew no, Tina! Get your head out of the gutter."

"Oh, so you don't have a crush on a handsome high schooler named Logan?"

"No no no, Tina. It's just after all the incidents that I have encountered with him, I seem to be having, strange thoughts..." I didn't know if she would understand.

"What do you mean by 'strange,' Louise? Like holding hands strange or on the bed making out stra-"

"Oh my god! Ew, ew, ew! Tina, I'm nine!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

Tina now had that disgusting thought in my head. I could just imagine Logan next to me in my small closet room, touching my cheek whilst he kissed me passionately. Oh god, I really did have a problem.

"Tina, how can I forget about this boy?! I need liposuction to get Logan out of my head! It's eating me alive!"

"It's great to see that you finally like someone," she interjected.

"I don't like him! He's a disease! A horrible, nasty, fatal disease."

"Louise, I can't help you if you won't admit you have a crush on Logan."

Damn Tina! She's too smart for me. This is why she was hired to deal with my problems for me. All I have to say is that I like Logan! Is it really that easy? I wish school was this easy.

"Okay, Tina. I'll say it."

"Go ahead. Just don't think about it too much. And if you do start thinking about it too much, just stop. You don't want to think about it too much."

Damnit, Tina! Now I was thinking about it too much. Could I really say it?

"I-I l-like," my voice faltered. I was choking. I was choking on my own words! Louise Belcher never choked on her words!

"Louise, are you crying?" Tina asked as I felt hot tears run down my face.

Someone opened Tina's door.

"Hello, my fellow sisters! Are we preparing for an early morning powwow? I brought my music and maracas!" Gene announced.

"You should go back to sleep, Gene," Tina told him.

"What's wrong with Louise? Did she loose Kuchi Kopi again?"

"No, Gene. It's something else."

Tina got up from her chair and hugged me tight. I don't remember the last time she hugged me. It felt good. I felt protected.

"We ran out of cereal? Oh no! Not the corn flakes!" Gene screamed.

I laughed at my brother. "You're so dumb, Gene," I chuckled.

"I know, Louise."

Gene came in for a hug, too. I was being smothered my my favorite people. Don't tell anyone I told you that! I will deny it!

I don't know how I'm going to deal with this 'crush' yet. I know it's going to be rough, but I have Gene and Tina to help me.

Man, I really do appreciate Logan's stupid face. I just want to slap his dumb, slap-able face. It's so dumb and stupid and idiotic and slap-able.

I wonder if he appreciates my stupid face. I wonder if he appreciates me.