A/N: So this will be a series of one shots between Logan and Camille, and Logan's desire to wait for the one he loves. I will be open to any ideas that you guys will have. If you would like to suggest a one-shot idea, just PM me giving me the information and I'll try to work with the information you give. Enjoy.
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Logan looked down at his watch for the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes. Today had been dragging on and he just wanted it to be night time already. He was excited and nervous at the same time. Why? Well, the genius of the boy band Big Time Rush had a date with Camille Smith. The residential drama queen of the Palm Woods. He had asked her out on a date after she had accepted his offer to go to the dance with him, but he wanted to make it official. Even if that meant that he was going to pace back and forth for hours before it was time for him to get ready.
"Logan will you sit, you're giving me a headache." Kendall said from the kitchen table.
"How can I sit, when I'm so nervous. My date is in two hours, so that means I need time to shower, time to shave, time to get nice clothes, time to look nice, time to meet her father. You know how much I'm dreading that don't you. You know what, how about I call it off, tell her I can't do it tonight, maybe some other night." Logan said but was cutoff by Kendall.
"Logan!" Kendall screamed grabbing his friend's undivided attention. "Dude, everything will go fine tonight, and you wanna know why? It's because you are you. The same sweet loveable, know it all Logie that came from Minnesota with us."
"You know what you're right. I'm going to go get ready and Camille will be home by seven from shooting today, so that will give me a couple of hours before I go pick her up at her apartment later. Thanks Kendall." Logan said walking in to the bathroom and turned on the shower to get ready for his date.
Camille was cleaning up in her dressing room as her show had just finished shooting for the day. She walked out of the studio and to her car that was parked in the parking lot. She was about to get in until she heard her name being called from. She turned around to see it was one of her producers from the show.
"Hey Mark, what do you need?" She asked.
"A couple of us are going out to eat since we're done for the day, do you wanna come with?" Mark asked.
"Yeah sure I'm not doing anything else today." Camille said excited about spending the night with her coworkers.
As she walked to Mark's car something in the back of her head was driving her crazy a little bit. It felt like she did have something else to do today, but it was not rolling off her tongue. Maybe it was not that important since she could not think of it right away. She soon forgot about it and went out with her coworkers and was about to have the time of her life. Nothing was going to ruin the moment.
Logan was putting the finishing touches on his outfit. He was decked out in a black button up shirt, black jeans, and a pair of dark navy blue adidas. He threw a gray tie on to finish the look. As he checked his reflection in the mirror and receiving some last moment criticism from James, he grabbed a rose and was on his way to Camille's apartment, 3H.
As he knocked on the door he patiently waited for an answer. A couple of moments later the door swung open, revealing a middle aged man in his pajamas. Logan quickly recognized the man to be Camille's father.
"Good evening, sir. My name is Logan Mitchell. I'm here to take Camille out on our date." Logan said nervously.
"Ah yes Logan. I have heard so much about you. Did you really ride to the dance on a horse?" Camille's father asked.
"Yes and no, I mean it was a horse, but it was my friends in a horse costume." He said laughing a little bit.
"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this but Camille isn't home yet, and I don't know what time she will get home. So you're welcome to wait for her in the apartment."
"No thanks sir. I'll just wait for her by the pool that's where we were actually suppose to meet. So, it was nice meeting you sir. I'll see you later." Logan said walking away but his arm was grabbed by Camille's father.
"Have her home by midnight." He commanded.
"Yes sir." Logan said walking away and down the nearest flight of stairs.
Logan made it to the pool and placed the rose on the table he chose to sit at. He sat down at just sat there. He was going to wait for her. He knew he was a little early when he knocked on Camille's door. The date was scheduled for seven, and he sat down by the pool at six. So he had an hour of waiting. It could not be that bad, could it?
An hour later and Camille still had not shown up, but Logan did not fret. She was probably just going to be running a little late. So he just continued to sit by the table he was waiting by. He picked up the rose and began to twirl it through his fingers, like a drummer would do with a drumstick. There was nothing he had to worry about, she was going to show up soon. At least he hoped.
Time was flying by and soon one hour became two, then three, and then four. Now it was eleven o'clock and Camille still did not come home from work. As time went on even more is just got worse. Soon it began to rain, and now just some light mist, more like a heavy downpour. Even though his friends had come to get him, saying that she was not worth it if she stood him up, yet he didn't budge. Even when her father tried to persuade him to at least getting a towel and coming inside to wait for her, he did not budge. He just waited in the rain for his date to come home.
Another hour had passed and he still sat there, waiting. Until a voice spooked him from behind.
"Logan?"
Logan turned around to see Camille standing by the entrance to the pool with an umbrella and a rain coat. He walked over to her and handed her the rose that only a couple of hours ago was alive and beautiful. Now it was colorless and limp.
"What are you doing outside in the rain?"
"Waiting for someone."
"Waiting for who? Oh crap, don't tell me that today was our date. I'm so sorry, I completely forgot."
"No don't worry about it we can try again some other night."
"How long?" Camille asked hoping that she was going to receive a positive answer.
"What?"
"How long did you wait?"
"Almost five hours but it was worth it." Wrong answer. "I will always wait for you Camille, until my final breath, I will wait." Logan said coming in close.
"Oh Logan-" Camille was cut off when Logan attacked her lips.
They broke away trying to catch their breath. Camille was blown away, because even after all he had done, waiting for hours, most of it the rain, he still kissed her. He kissed her. It was not a forced kiss like she did, but she liked it anyway. They walked hand and hand back to Camille's apartment, where they shared a goodnight kiss and Logan went back to his apartment.
As Camille walked in to the apartment, she put her back up against the closed door and smiled. It was probably one of the best dates that she did not even go on. She walked towards the kitchen and found her father still up and waiting for her.
"Dad?"
"I approve of him Camille."
"OK. Who are we talking about?" She asked a little confused.
"If this boy Logan is willing to wait for you in the rain, for about five hours, then that boy has my uttermost respect. I think he would be the perfect choice for my daughter. Plus he is a complete gentlemen, not like most boys that come through here."
"Thanks Dad. You're right about one thing, he is a complete gentlemen who is willing to wait for me."
Camille smiled at her father kissing him goodnight and went to her bedroom and fell asleep rather quickly and peacefully. As she drifted off, there were only two things on her mind, Logan and their next date.
So, I got this idea the other day when my father was talking about the night he and my mother were suppose to go out on their first date. Well, just like Camille, my mom got stuck at work for a Christmas party and totally forgot about my father. So, in the snow and blistering cold my father waited for five hours until my mom saw him on her doorstep huddling around a tulip, (mom's favorite flower) and instead of not giving my mother a second chance and walking away from her, he gave her another shot. It was a good thing he did, or then if they didn't date, then they didn't get married, then they didn't have kids with each other, therefore not having me. So it's a good thing he decided to give her a second chance. Right? Well, I hope you liked it.