The Art of Moving On

So! Hello everyone! I'm still alive, surprisingly. It's probably been about, like, 2 years since I've last been on, maybe even longer. In that time span I think I've grown as a writer and I think I've grown as a person too! I wish I could have posted something up faster but I was busy and I was trying to come up with a good new story!

For starters, this will be a Logan/OC story! My heart was still stuck with Growing Pains and the ideas I had for spin-offs, so I decided to stick with my gut and try it out. I've just gotten into a BTR kick and have been listening to their music over and over again (because they're just that great) and that has also given me the inspiration to write for this! This story is taking place RIGHT AFTER Growing Pains. It's been a long while since I've written so hopefully this isn't too shabby. I'm sorry if it is, please just work with me! I'll try and get it in better shape if it is bad XD

Please, let me know what you think! Criticism is always welcome (just try and not crush me and my feelings lol). I worked hard on this so I'm hoping it shows!

Wish me luck, and I really, really hope you guys like this!

And yes, I will be making stories about James and Carlos in this "universe" of the story. They'll get their own spin-offs eventually!

And of course...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the lyrics and the TV series, Big Time Rush

"I gave everything I got not to lose you."

The tour had been three months long, and in those three months, Logan Mitchell hadn't expected much to change, but somehow—everything was different.

The young singer sat across from the one person he thought he knew so well, and it was in that moment he had realized just how little he knew of the young woman. He had spent almost three years with the aspiring actress, and he had believed he had known her the best—he had almost taken pride in the fact that he had gotten to weave through the mind that was Camille.

But he was wrong. So utterly and completely wrong.

Camille stared at Logan as the pair sat in the small restaurant, their table by the window being the only table being used; it was a rather cozy and hole-in-the-wall type of joint. The band member of Big Time Rush had just assumed that when the method actress had given up her spot in dinner with Jayne to have dinner with him it had been out of care. He had assumed that she had wanted to spend time with him and had wanted to catch up.

He thought she had wanted to be with him.

"Logan? Please say something." He didn't have anything to say. What could he say?

The pair had arrived at the small eatery and was immediately seated by the hostess. They sat and talked, Camille asking about the tour and wanting to know how their performances had gone. Logan was happy to tell the tale of the three month journey; it had been everything to him and more. It wasn't until after their food had arrived that the actress had slowly set her fork down and gave the singer a solemn sort of stare.

"Logie?" Camille said gently, catching the singer's attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously, the brunette frowning at him, losing her appetite completely.

"There's…There's something I need to tell you." Grimacing, Logan nodding; he had a feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear.

"…I'm seeing someone." And that was where Logan seemed to disconnect from the world.

She's seeing someone? For how long? Who? Where did she meet him? Why?

"Logan? Please say something."

"Wh—What's his name?" Logan managed to choke out, Camille trying to stay composed; she hated seeing her closest friend in such pain.

"His name is Jordan."

"Jordan," the future doctor repeated to himself, not meeting the actress' gaze. "And where did you meet him?"

"He moved into the Palm Woods a few weeks after you guys left for your tour."

"A few weeks?" She had moved on quickly.

Logan stared down at his food for a moment as he let everything carefully settle. Still, his stomach was upset and he was no longer hungry; no matter how long he took to try and understand the situation, he would never be "settled" with anything.

"…I'm sorry, Logan."

"…Can you just tell me this?" the singer began. "Was there a chance for us?" After all, he had put everything into their relationship, even when it was over. He would have moved mountains and parted the sea if he could have.

Camille's gaze softened as she smiled. Not saying anything, she stood to her feet and made her way to her companion. Leaning forward, the actress closed her eyes and gently placed her lips on Logan's forehead, the singer frowning at the feeling. As she pulled away, Camille sighed, placing her hand on Logan's.

"There always will be," she whispered before grabbing her purse and making her way to the exit.

Logan sat, still in shock. He blinked as he tried to process everything that had just happened. His lips shifted into a frown as he closed his eyes and sighed. He leaned back in his seat as he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, unsure of what to do next. He was numb and cold. He wasn't positive on how he was feeling—it was hard for him to tell.

After sitting and gathering his composure, the singer paid the check and left a tip, grumbling to himself about a wasted dinner. As he walked out of the small café, he quickly came to an abrupt halt, a couple walking down the sidewalk with their hands intertwined. He tried not to frown at the way their eyes gleamed and the way they seemed to be lost in each other's gaze; that was how all relationships were in the beginning.

Excusing himself to the couple, he forced a smile across his lips, his gaze catching on with the young girl's stare. Her gaze was soft as her amethyst eyes bore into his for just a split second before she turned back to her boyfriend. "Yeah, I move into the Palm Woods in a month or so."

Logan blinked as he turned and looked back at the couple, the pair walking in the opposite direction of him. He watched with slight curiosity as the two disappeared around the corner, leaving the brunet to himself.

I'm pretty sure she said Palm Woods, Logan said to himself before he shrugged it off, turning and making his way back to said hotel. Sighing, the lone young man shook his head before he looked up at the blue sky.

"Guess it's time to move on." But it was always easier said than done.