AN: Hi, peeps! :D This is my first attempt at a romance fan fiction, but nothing I write will ever be graphic. So here's the scoop, this story is already complete and it has a total of three chapters. So if you guys like it, review and I will post the second chapter and so forth.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Kendall sighed as he plopped down into a chair by the pool. Nobody was there, of course, because it was 8:30pm. Everyone knew that Mr. Bitters closed the pool at 9:00pm every night. Kendall rubbed the back of his neck exhaustedly and tried desperately to soothe his aching back and shoulders. Kendall knew deep down that Gustavo had his own weight of stress to carry due to Griffin and his eccentricity, but ten hours of nonstop dancing and singing had been a bit too much for them today. Carlos, Logan, and James had already gone to bed without a snack first…which said a lot. Kendall, on the other hand, needed some time just to relax and have peace and quiet before he tried to sleep. Back in Minnesota, he would always sit on the porch for a while with a hot drink or go to the ice rink to clear his head after a long day.

Kendall glanced at his watch and let out a frustrated groan at the glaring 8:47pm. Time flies when you're actually off of your feet for once, he thought. He leaned his head back against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. Only a few seconds later, his "time of peace" was interrupted by the sound of heels softly approaching. He opened his eyes and saw Camille standing in front of him. Kendall's hand almost instinctively went to his face to protect it from being slapped, but she just smiled at him and sat down in a chair beside him. He couldn't help but be surprised at her appearance. She was just in jeans and tee shirt, her curly hair swept back into a simple ponytail. Thinking back now, Kendall realized that he rarely ever saw her in anything else besides a costume or party dress. He blushed, noticing that he was just staring at her.

"Hey, Camille" he said, just now returning her smile.

"Hey, Kendall. Whatchya doing?" she asked, leaning her head back against her chair just like his was.

"Honestly, I come out here when I need some peace and silence - Rocque Records is far from quiet and peaceful. You know? I don't mean to complain, because I have what everyone in the world dreams of, but today was…tough." he said and glanced over at Camille, half-expecting her to scold him.

Camille just nodded though, complete understanding in her brown eyes. "Kendall," she began, moving closer to him. " I do the same thing. That's actually what I'm doing right now. Just because we live in Los Angeles, in a fancy hotel, doesn't mean we should expect to be happy all of the time. You shouldn't feel guilty about admitting that you had a bad day. We are just normal people with jobs and lives, and despite what most people think, being in a popular band that resides in "sunny California", isn't a piece of cake. So, don't feel bad that you had a really long day… and no offence, but by the looks of it…you definitely had a tough day." She said, smiling apologetically and Kendall laughed. He hadn't even bothered to look in a mirror since he woke up this morning and he probably didn't look his best.

Just then, Mr. Bitters came storming outside, plate of spaghetti in hand. Camille and Kendall shrunk down into their seats, ready for the yelling to start.

"Can't you read the sign!" he yelled, pointing towards the whiteboard of rules. "OUT! NOW!" he screamed. Not having to be asked again, the two teenagers scrambled out of their chairs as Bitters stormed back inside of the hotel.

"Wait! Camille!" he exclaimed, as she started to walk away. She turned around and looked at him. "Thanks for the pep talk…you always know what to say." He said, smiling. Camille smiled back at him, " You're welcome. Goodnight, Kendall." she said, turning back around and leaving. "Goodnight", he whispered back. As the sound of her shoes died away, Kendall felt a strange feeling of sadness and loneliness rise in his chest at her absence. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his own feelings, Kendall grabbed his bag and headed back to 2J. Feeling a little better after his talk with Camille, he was definitely ready for sleep.

As Camille walked away, her mind was spinning. Why did it seem like Kendall was not telling her everything? When he had smiled at her, it hadn't reached his eyes like it usually did. Why did she feel like a miserable person for leaving him? Lastly, why on EARTH had she gotten butterflies in her stomach when she saw him lying by the pool, his lithe body illuminated by the pool lights?

-The Next Morning-

Camille looked out of her hotel room despondently. It was dark, windy, chilly and pouring rain. The mere sight of the rain misting the pool furniture and grass made goose bumps cover her arms. This kind of weather made everyone in Los Angeles grumpy. Yeah, today was NOT the day to wear a sun dress…because there was a severe lack of SUN! The weather was awful and it was irritating because she was supposed to hang out with Carlos, Logan, James, and Kendall today. After disappointedly deciding on a simple pair of jeans and a purple long sleeved tee shirt, Camille got dressed and headed towards 2J.

Upon excitedly entering her friends' extravagant apartment, Camille was met by five very unhappy looking faces. Mrs. Knight sat on the couch with an utterly-distraught looking Katie. Carlos, Logan, and James were scattered amongst the furniture, eating their breakfast - silently. Silence in the Knight apartment…never a good sign. Her heart dropped into her stomach in disappointment at the absence of Kendall. This feeling puzzled her…since when did she get upset when Kendall was not around?

"What's with all of the grim faces?" Camille exclaimed. Logan looked up at her, surprised to see her standing there. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Logan got up from his chair and took her small hand in his warm one and lead her out into the hallway.

"What's going on?" she asked again. Logan frowned and looked around. Seemingly unsure if he should be saying this. "Today is the anniversary of Mr. Knight's car accident." he whispered. The simple act of saying the words causing his face to look even more grim - if that were even possible. Camille's mouth formed an O when she heard the cringe-worthy news.

"Oh, gosh…I had no idea. I mean, I always wondered what…um…that's… wow." She said, ending her blithering sentence before she completely embarrassed herself. Logan nodded, understanding her surprise.

"Where's Kendall?" she blurted out before she could stop herself. Logan didn't seem bothered by the question, only disturbed by his own answer. "Outside." he said. Camille's eyebrows shot up, "In THIS weather?" she exclaimed.

"We've all tried to talk him into coming back inside…" he explained, shaking his head. Nodding, Camille turned around and started to walk down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Logan shouted after her.

"To talk to Kendall." Camille replied over her shoulder. Logan rolled his eyes as he watched her petite form turn the corner at the end of the hallway. Kendall was nothimself right now, it was far from the time for Camille to try to counsel him. Knowing better than to try to argue with never-hesitate-to-slap-someone Camille, Logan let her leave. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to talk some sense into his best friend.

What do you guys think? Do you guys want to know what happens? Review and tell me! By the way, the second chapter has plenty of Kendall angst and fluff, but if you don't review…I'm not posting it! Dun dun dun! *evil laugh*