Hey guys! This is my first time EVER publishing fanfiction. I'm excited but nervous at the same time. I've written lots of fanfic before, but I've never published it or anything, much less let anyone read it; I was just too nervous about how people would react to it – understandable, though, because I was ten.

In this fanfic, I've tried to make the characters as in-character as possible, but I don't think I did that good of a job. ;)

I hope I've done BTR at least the tiniest bit of justice.

So...here we go?

(Disclaimer – I don't own Big Time Rush)

Chapter 1

Camille dashed through the lobby of the Palm Woods, more than likely trampling around twenty people before she leapt into the arms of Harold and Susan Roberts.

"Eeeeeeep! I can't believe you're here – I've missed you both so much!" she exclaimed, pulling her parents into a bear hug.

"We've missed you too, darling," her mother, Susan, rasped, as her daughter had quite a tight grasp on her neck. That girl just didn't know her own strength sometimes!

Camille let her parents go and looked up at them with gleaming eyes. It was perfect!

She hadn't seen her parents since she moved to the Palm Woods nearly two years ago. Her schedule was jam-packed with school work on weekdays, and when she wasn't with Logan, she spent every waking second at auditions, and school holidays gave her a chance to relax.

Sure, she had spoken to them on the phone at times like her birthday, Christmas, and New Years, but seeing them in real life beat a phone call any day.

Her father, Harold, fanned his face. He was not used to the heat of Hollywood, but if it meant seeing his little Cami, he'd put up with it. For now, anyway.

"Sweetie, no offence, but before we do anything, I think it's best if we lie down. Nine hours in a car does make you tired," Harold said.

"You know what," Camille said. "you guys go up to your room right now, I'll get the key for you."

"Thanks Cami," Susan said.

They hugged one last time before her parents made their way to the elevator, and Camille her way to the front desk.

"Hey Bitters, do you have the key for my parent's room? The name's probably under my dad's, Harold Roberts?"

Bitters peered over the cover of his magazine, his beady eyes landing on the young lady in front of him. He rolled his eyes. "Sure Camille, one second," he grumbled, getting off his chair and searching for the key on the rack behind him.

"You know, it's the first time I've seen them in two years," Camille gushed, not being able to contain her excitement.

"No, I didn't know that," Bitters said. "and honestly Camille, I couldn't care less."

"Well someone's bitter," she sad playfully, then chuckled at her own joke.

Bitters glared at her over his shoulder. "Gee, I've never heard that one before." And he continued searching on the rack.

A few moments passed, and Camille started squirming. There was so much enthusiasm bottled up inside her, she just had to let it out. "I'm really exited," she squeaked, unable to keep it to herself. "I've got so much stuff planned for us to do."

"Did you miss the part where I told you I didn't care?" Bitters growled. He finally turned around and handed the key to Camille. "Now get out of here, that freaky smile on your face is scaring people away."

Camille gladly took they key and darted toward the elevator. Her mind raced with everything her and her parents could do together; they could stay in and watch movies as a family, they could relax by the pool together, and of course she had to introduce them to all her friends.

She rolled her eyes at herself. She couldn't have sounded any more like a six-year-old. But she was happy to see them; joy makes people crazy, you know?

By the time Camille had reached the elevator, it had already opened it's doors, though she was going so fast, she was unable to stop herself, and ran right into the elevator, and crashed into the person already in there.

She stumbled, nearly hitting the floor, but was pulled back up by strong arms.

She turned around and her face instantly brightened. "Hey Logan."

"Hey Cami, you alright there?"

"Oh yeah, I'm good."

"I was actually just coming to find you," Logan admitted.

"Is that so?" Camille said in a flirty voice.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you were busy today."

Camille's eyes widened, and she silently cursed the day. 'Oh, Logan, I would love to hang out with you, believe me, but my parents actually just got here, and I was hoping to spend some time with them today."

Logan gave her that charming smirk of his as the doors to the elevator automatically closed. "That's okay," he said as Camille pressed the button for the second floor.

After a brief moment of silence, he said, "I'll just have to meet your parents then."

Camille's jaw hit the floor.

The door dinged open, and as Logan was about to step out, Camille pushed him backwards and pressed the 'close doors' button.

"What? You can't meet my parents!"

He chuckled. "Why not?" He pressed the 'open' button and the doors flew open.

"Because you just can't!" she insisted, pressing the close button.

"Why?" he pressed, hitting the open button. "Are you ashamed of me?"

"What? Don't even think that, of course not." Close.

"Well it's something." Open

"I can't tell you." Close.

"If it's about me, you sort of do." Open.

"You're getting frustrating." Close.

"For the love of god Camille, what is your problem?" he yelped.

She sighed. She had hoped she would've been able to avoid this. She looked down at her feet shamefully and muttered, "I sorta...maybe...never really...told them I have a boyfriend."

A beat. Another. And then, "Are you serious?"

She nodded her head, looking up at him again. "I'm sorry, I know it was a really stupid move, but to them I'm still a little kid, they'd flip if they found out I was dating."

For a moment, Logan just stared at her, his face unreadable.

Camille bit her lip. "...Are you mad?"

After a while, he snickered. "Honestly, I'm kind of impressed. You've kept this secret , what, one and a half years?"

"Give or take the few months we weren't dating," she shrugged.

"So, they don't know about me at all?"

"No, they know about you, It's just..." A guilty look crept onto her face again.

"Cami," he said cautiously, fearing her response.

"Well, you see, this one time they were really close to figuring it out, so I blurted the first thing that came to mind, and I might've told them you're me personal assistant." She cringed all the while saying it.

Logan's eyebrows rocketed to his hairline. "What? Personal assistant?! Cami, have you lost your mind?!"

Before she could respond, the doors to the elevator were opened from the other side, and Camille's parents came into view.

Susan's face lit up at the sight of her daughter. "Oh, Cami, It's you. We were just coming down to see what was taking you so long."

"Oh, well, mum, dad, this is Logan. He's the one I was telling you about, you know, my..." she grimace at saying it in front of all three of them. "...assistant."

Harold grinned. "Ah yes, I remember, he's the one who dressed up as his own grandmother, right?"

Camille stifled a grin, remembering back to that day.

Logan answered. "Yes sir, that was me." He shot Camille a cold glare, and she shrugged innocently.

"Well, It's a pleasure to meet you dear. I'm Susan, and this is my husband Harold," Camille's mother said, shaking his hand. "Our daughter has told us so much about you."

"Mmmuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmm," Camille wailed. Even if they did think he was her assistant, it was still embarrassing to hear her mother say something like that.

Logan grinned. "Well, there's certainly a lot to tell, that's for sure," he said, his eyes on Susan, but his words for Camille.

Anxious to get out of the conversation, Camille tried to come up with excuse to get away from Logan. "Hey, you guys look tired," she said to her parents. "how about that lie down you were talking about?" She tried to usher her parents away from the elevator, leaving Logan there. And for a while, it was working.

Once they got to the door was when it all went wrong.

Just as Camille had handed the key to her mother and she was unlocking the door, Harold turned around and shouted down the corridor to where Logan still was, in the elevator, and said, "You should come around for lunch sometime, gives us a chance to get to know you. How's tomorrow at twelve?"

Camille's head swung around to her father so fast there was a loud crack. "WHAT?!"

Logan grinned. "Wouldn't miss it for the world Mr. Roberts." Then he turned to Camille, and tauntingly said, "It's a date..."

The elevator doors closed, and Logan disappeared.

Camille glared at her father. "What was that?"

"What?" he said innocently, walking into their flat after Susan. "He seems like a nice boy. Besides, It's not like he's your boyfriend."

Susan and Harold laughed at the idea.

All Camille could do was cringe. "Right...Well, I'm just a floor above if you guys need anything. Come find me when you wake up and we'll figure something out, okay?"

"Sure thing sweetie, see you in a bit," Susan said, and the door was closed.

Camille slowly turned around and stared at the elevator.

What have I done...

Okay, yeah, I know it's short, but this was just setting it up for the plot to really begin. I promise you it gets better!

Thanks for reading the first chapter ;)

(I'll try and upload the next one soon)

XOXO HarmonyGal