This feels so odd to me, writing about straight people! Haha! And this was a challenge, since Camille is my least favorite character and Logan is my least favorite band member. But for some reason when I heard this song, I just thought of them. So here it goes, my very first non-OC STRAIGHT Big Time Rush fic! And as a note, they are still in Minnesota, Camille is a neighbor. Again, this was another unfinished fic I had to post.

I do not own Big Time Rush or anything else you may recognize in this story.

Most people don't believe in love at first sight.

Logan was in that statistic, but not only did his mindset shatter after seeing her, he was completely mezmorized.

As he watched her walk up her side walk in those knee high boots carrying a moving box, he realized he had never seen true beauty until he layed his sights on her. Gorgeous chocolate curls bouncing with every step, creamy white skin, and long, lean legs. Sixteen year old Logan was completely and unmistakably in love.

And he didn't even know her name.

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Logan wished he lived anywhere but Minnesota in the winter. Opening his front door, a blast of chilled wind brushed across his pale face, making him tug his beanie down further. Nuzzling into his coat, Logan laced his fingers around his bookbag's strap, making his way towards the drive way to get into his car.

All of the sudden, he glanced up to see his beautiful neighbor walking down her side walk. Logan felt himself staring at her, admitedly making him feel a little rude. A black peacoat wrapped around her body snuggly, stopping at her thigh where dark blue jeans were revealed, disappearing again underneath those same knee high boots.

Logan snapped out of his head over heals gaze as the girl suddenly slipped on the ice beneath her feet, falling flat on the cement. He acted on instinct, running through her snow covered yard and kneeling beside her.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked as he grasped her forearm, helping her to her feet. The girl had the cutest blush across her cheeks, and Logan couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or the cold weather.

"Yeah I'm fine," the girl smiled, brushing some powdery snow from her coat. "Wow, that was embarrassing," she laughed, accepting her fallen purse from Logan. "Thank you."

He couldn't believe he was actually speaking to this angelic girl, and he felt terribly nervous all of the sudden. "Y-Youre welcome," he smiled akwardly, his dimples sinking into his rosey cheeks. "I'm Logan."

"I'm Camille," the girl introduced herself, and Logan finally could put a name to the alluring face. "Its nice to meet you Logan, but if I don't hurry I'm gonna miss the bus," Camille politley smiled, beginning to walk down her walk way again.

Feeling depressingly disappointed he had to end the meet, but then suddenly began chasing after her.

"I could drive you to school," Logan offered, and Camille turned, a shy grin forming on her pink lips as she brushed a lock of her brown hair behind her ear.

"Okay, Logan."

This is the shortest thing I've ever uploaded. Its crap and please forgive me for being too lazy to finish it.