AN: This is loosely based on the cutest Chinese movie ever called "Sophie's revenge." If you have Netflix, like romantic comedies and don't mind reading subtitles, then I recommend this movie. It's so cute and hilarious, and the main male lead is so hot! LOL
The first chapter is in Camille's POV. I'm going to rotate between Camille and Logan POV in this story, it was more fun doing it this way.
Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: The only Big Time Rush I own is the albums, both volumes of the first season, like a million posters, and a plushie of Logan that my best friend made for me for Christmas. I also don't own the plot. Look above. LOL
Chapter 1:
My life was complete. My acting career was taking off, I have the most gorgeous boyfriend ever and the best friends a girl like me could ask for. So why did he have to go and ruin it? Why was he cast for the stupid part, in the stupid show, with the stupid blond girl that stole him away from me?
So that leads me to now, as I; Camille Roberts; spy on my now ex, and his newest honey as they lounge in our spot in front of the pool of the Palm Woods. I'm sported with a shrub hat, courtesy of the scheming boys of Big Time Rush, hiding behind a bush, spying as my ex makes goo-goo eyes with some blond bimbo across from him.
I sigh in depressed defeat. She was so much better looking than me. Her blond hair shined in the sunlight that'll make even the blond Jennifer envious. Her chest was fuller and more round, not flat like mine. Hell even her legs were more shapely as she uncrossed and crossed them dozens of times in their deep conversation.
Steve and the floozy named Ashley then stood from the loungers, making their way towards me, and I had a moment of panic. They were surely going to see me from where I was spying.
I turned and tried running behind another bush, only to run into guitar dude, and sending up both crashing into the pool water below us.
I heard laughter even under the deafening roar of the water in my ears, and I just wanted to stay there and wallow in my despair and embarrasses, but air quickly became an issue and I swam for the edge. A warm muscular hand helped me out of the pool, but I didn't see who it was, I was too busy looking around to see where Steve and Ashley were. But they were nowhere to be found.
"Hey Camille, are you alright?" the voice asked. It sounded familiar but I wasn't paying attention to anything around me expect my heart breaking to a million pieces.
With a sad shake of my head, I left the pool area and made my way to my room.
I guess I should tell you the whole story huh? Well let's see I met Steve when I was dumped by my first love. I had kissed his best friend while in the moment of a role I was auditioning for. I bumped into Steve literally his first day here at the Palm Woods, and he healed my broken heart. We were inseparable then, going to the movies, then the Palm Woods prom. My life was sweet! I had everything, like you already know. I just got the part of a lifetime, my first starring role in a spy movie. Of course, if my career was doing great so was my honey's.
He had gotten the lead role of a T.V. hospital drama, and things were even better. Until Ashley who played the victim of who he had to perform surgery on, and it wasn't my heart he wanted any more.
I remember the breakup vividly, it was three months ago, our two year anniversary. And I was excited. I had the whole day planned out. He was going to come home from his shoot, and we were going to have a picnic in the park. Then we were going to go back to his place and do what we had been talking about for months. Yes, I'm talking about the deed. The biggest step that all couples who love each other make after dating for an amount of time. And two years is a long enough wait, don't you think?
So there I was, all dolled up and waiting in the park with our picnic basket, filled with peanut butter and strawberry preserve sandwiches, which are Steve's favorite; cut up fruit, and a bottle of sparkling cider.
I waited on the blanket full of naïve hope for three hours before finally giving up. And boy was I mad! I called his cell numerous times with no answer, the only thing I could do was do was go to his apartment; naturally. As any concerned girlfriend who just got stood up would do.
I marched right to his apartment, 5L; and knocked. I waited for a count of ten. Yeah ten count was enough time. And tried the door, thanking god that it was unlocked. Yeah I wouldn't be thanking him for very much longer.
I heard laughing and giggling coming from down the hall, and I used my expert knowledge of the layout to know that it was coming from Steve's room.
Heart pounding in dread, I padded to the door and flung it open.
There in his bed was a half-naked Steve, hovering above an equally half-naked co-star. They both gasped simultaneously. It would have made me laugh if my heart wasn't being ripped out.
I don't remember how long we just stood there, the three of us staring at each other. But I had to get out of there, I felt red hot tears sting my eyes, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry over him.
"Happy Anniversary." I whispered as I lost the fight with my tear ducks, I felt the invaders trailing down my cheeks. "By the way, if you're going to have a romantic rendezvous it's a good idea to make sure your door's locked."
With those words I stalked out the room, and down the hall. Too satisfied with my exit to care if he was fallowing me, or if they'll get back to what they were doing when I left.
He had called me later that night, telling me to meet him on the roof. It was there that he told me of his affair that he had apparently been having for months now. That he didn't know the best time to break it off with me. Scum-bag. I visualized pushing him off the roof, then going to cutting all his stupid mistress' hair and feeding it to my cat, if I had one.
But I didn't. I stood there, listening to him tell me that he fell out of love with me, that I wasn't the one for him, and my heart was broken another time.
My apartment was a mess, in my reminiscing I must have gotten angry and started destroying things again. Good thing that my dad was out of town for the week…
"Calm down Camille, no reason to get excited." Steve said from my over turned couch. His image, even in my mind fueled my anger, and I threw a vase at him, only to have it crash into the wall behind him as his image disappeared.
"God Camille, you're such a drama queen." There it was again! The affectionate sounding voice coming from behind me, as Steve walked out of my bathroom, a smile on his gorgeous face.
I shrieked again grabbing my head, willing the images to leave me alone. I turned to find something the throw, but ended up tripping over the couch.
The last thing I remember before the world faded around me was Steve's affectionate laugh.
"You think she's dead? She did hit her head really hard." a voice was saying, bringing me back to the world of the living.
"Shut up Stephanie! I think she's coming around." Another voice said coming from my right.
I opened my eyes only to close them again as light assaulted my pupils. I blinked a few times as the images of my two best friends came into view above me.
"Hey sweetie, are you feeling okay?" Jo asked from my right. She held onto my hand with a worried and relieved smile.
"What kind of question is that Jo? We just found her knocked out cold, and she was out for like three hours. Of course she's not okay." Stephanie said from my left.
Yep my two best friends. Jo Taylor, a fellow actress on a popular T.V. series and the closest person to me. She was in a committed relationship with another friend of ours, and the one person I go to for guy advice.
Whereas Stephanie King, who was as good at relationships as I was, couldn't even woman up and tell the boy she'd been crushing on that she had feelings for him. She was a up and coming director, and a pretty decent one at that.
"What happened sweetie?" Jo asked ignoring Stephanie's comment, and looking around the aftermath of my wrath of a room.
"Nothing, just tripped over my couch." I tried to sit up but my side hurt, but not as much as my head and my heart.
"Yeah, we know that. But what we were talking about was what happened at the pool?" Stephanie said as she and Jo slowly helped me sit up against my pillow.
I sighed, fighting back tears. "He's really over me, that quickly."
"Oh sweetie, it's alright. You don't need him. There are plenty of other hotties out there for you." Stephanie said, pulling me into a hug.
"Yeah sweetie, I mean you don't need someone who'll cheat on you."
"But I really love him, and it hurts." I sobbed into Stephanie's shoulder, and Jo sat on the bed and turned me to look at her.
"Listen to me, I know it hurts now. But you can't live like this. I'm going to tell you something my mom tells me all the time. 'A woman in love loses her senses. A woman dumped loses her mind.'"
I was confused. "And just what is that supposed to mean?"
"It means; that right now you feel lost and angry, you just have to let it go and move on. Steve has."
Jo snorted I agreement, and I just felt more angry. "But it's not fair! I want him to feel what it's like to hurt."
Both Stephanie and Jo rolled their eyes. "Don't worry about that Cami, Ashley's a slut bag, she's been with like every actor, singer and director in Hollywood. Don't worry, he's going to be hurt." Jo said.
"But I want to me the one that hurts him!" see I'm going crazy, maybe Jo's mom's saying was true.
"Okay and what do you have in mind?" Both girls looked at me like I was crazy. Well I was!
"I'm going to try and win him back. And when he professes him deep un-dying love for me, I'm going to tell him no!"
"And just how do you plan on doing that? Ashley's got him wrapped around her finger."
I smiled at that.
"I have a plan." Was all I said as I jumped out of bed with more energy that I've had in weeks. I ran out of the room, but not before seeing Jo and Stephanie share an 'uh-oh' look.
