AN: I'm really horrible with deadlines, aren't I? Sorry about that. I do get the job done eventually though, so that's good... Right? Requested by BTRObsessiveGirl () (I'm not sure if the parentheses are a part of your username, but that's what you wrote so...)

Disclaimer: I hate these things. They're just here to remind us that we don't own who we write about.

He hadn't been mean or rude or cruel in anyway. In fact, as far as break-ups go, a girl couldn't ask for a sweeter or more gentle one. Looking back though, it may have made her feel better if he had yelled and screamed at her. She was used to drama. She could handle drama.

She couldn't handle the fact that neither of them were in love anymore. That they hadn't been for a while. He was right when he said that it wasn't fair to either of them. Or any potential dates they might have. He was right when he said that he had a crush on one of his friends.

Out of everything Logan said, only one thing was wrong. She did not, under any circumstances, have a crush on James Diamond.

They kissed once, and though she had to admit that he was a great kisser, she felt absolutely nothing when their lips touched. She felt as though she was kissing her brother. And that just felt wrong.
So that was why she was sitting in Palm Woods Park at night, dried tear tracks staining her cheeks. She had run out of tears a while ago and was now just staring at the stars, longing for a certain boy to come and sweep her off her feet.

Apparently someone was listening to her wishes because she felt a jacket being dropped over her shoulders and sensed someone sitting next to her on the bench. She didn't need to look to know that it was him.

"Logan told me what happened." Of course he did. The two were almost inseparable.

"Are you ok?" No.

"I've been better." Understatement of the century.

"But I'm starting to recover, I guess." Every second he was there was making her feel better.

"Is there anything I can do?" She looked at him. His eyes were concerned and warm. She knew what she needed and had a feeling that he needed it just as much.

She closed her eyes and he copied her actions as they both leaned forward.

Just then, more careful that she had ever been with a boy, Camille and Carlos kissed under the night skies.

AN: I know it's not really what you wanted, so I wrote a second part that's going up right after this one. I would have had this up sooner but Fanfiction decided it had a death wish and started acting up. It took me nearly twice as long than usual to get this up. Sorry it's so short. And sorry if there are any grammatical errors. Like I said, FanFiction was being difficult.

I was trying a bit of a different style of writing. I think it was mostly because this is sort of the style of a book we were reading in Language Arts class and that's where I started writing this. What do you think about it? I like it, though I might not use it again.

I was really pleased with this. I hope it's better than the last story I posted. That one didn't even get any reviews :(