Hey Everyone. So this is my first Lomille fan fiction on but I have wrote one on wattpad which I'm planning on uploading onto here.

I hope you like it.

WARNING: Do not read is you are sensitive to sensitive topics (if that made any sense at all.)

This story may seem a little "Out there" but bear with me.

Sorry for any mistakes - this is not proof read before publishing.

BTW: Logan and Camille are already together at the start of this story and I know Camille is from Connecticut in the series but I wanted her to be from Texas so I could write easier about her home. (I know nothing about Connecticut.)

Sorry if I use British words instead of American (I'm British btw)

Please review, even if you hate it.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Big time rush otherwise they would be singing in my bedroom at this very moment (which they are not) :'(

Friday 26th June 2012

Logan and his band mates stood knocking on white door leading to Katie's room. Logan was worried sick about his non-biological little sister, so worried that if she didn't open the door soon he would knock it down. None of them knew what had happened, it all happened so quickly. One minute Carlos was trying to kill James for pulling out a +4 card in their heated game of Uno, next minute Katie runs in crying and shuts herself into her room.

The boys shared a deep sigh and looked to each other for an idea. Mamma Knight was currently back in Minnesota since her mother was ill, leaving Big time rush in charge of themselves and their little sister for the next two weeks, they had no idea how to handle Katie's crying - it wasn't in the contract - all they were supposed to do was keep her fed and out of trouble in exchange for toys. "Maybe we should call mamma Knight, she will know what to do." Carlos suggested to the other boys "She always knows what to do."

"We can't!" The all responded together. Kendall carried on "She'll worry and she has enough to worry about already with nana being ill." He explained to the helmet wearer.

"Then how will we get her out and talking?" James asked, just as worried about the small brunette as Logan was.

"Logan?" Carlos suggested, knowing the smart one of the group would have at least the hint of an idea.

Logan thought for a moment "Maybe we need to get her the next best thing to a mum." His band mates looked at him to go on, not quite understanding his plan "Well the next best thing to a mum would be a big sister. And Katie thinks of Camille as a sister." He then explained.

"Well what are you waiting for?" James shouted. "Call that on-again off-again girlfriend of yours and get her to come help us!" Logan did as he was told and they waited for Camille to join them, she let herself in to find the guys engrossed in a hockey game.

"I'm here." She called "What's the matter?" Logan had kept it very basic on the phone, he only said that they needed her help and fast. Camille wasn't stupid and she knew her boyfriend well, she could tell just by his voice how worried he was.

They got up from their seat of the couch and started to walk towards Camille, only to stop dead in their tracks when they saw her outfit. She had a tight red dress on that was fairly short but not enough to label her as a slut, especially since the sleeves were 3/4 length, the whole dress was covered in red floral lace and it clung to her body in just the right places. Her hair was it's normal natural curl that was signature for Camille and like normal, her make up was basic and natural looking. She was bare legged but had high grey boots on which made the dress look a little more casual, still far too sophisticated for no occasion. "What?" She asked innocently. "Do I have something in my teeth?" She went to the mirror to check her teeth only to find nothing there, when she turned back to the boys that had gained composure and were semi-animated again.

"You look ... amazing." Logan complimented "What's the occasion?"

"My dad is coming to visit." She told them simply, that was enough information for them. The day Camille turned eighteen, her accountant father left her to live alone in Hollywood. He missed Camille's mother and their other children, not to mention his old job back in Texas. He visited every month or so to check on Camille, sometimes bringing his wife and children who all missed Camille so much, and every time he did, Camille always dressed up. He trusted Camille to live on her own in the two bed apartment. Her best friend, Jo, had moved in to share the apartment -and the rent- with her shortly after coming home from New Zealand and getting back together with her ex-boyfriend Kendall. Logan often stayed over in Camille and Jo's apartment, since him and Camille didn't get any privacy in 2J where Logan shared a room with his best friends, in fact he stayed over so often that he had some clothes hanging up in Camille's wardrobe and his own draw - not that Camille minded.

"So what was it you wanted?" She asked the gawking guys as they continued to give her the elevator eyes.

"Katie's upset." Carlos told her. "She ran in crying and now she won't open the door."

James finished off what Carlos was about to say "We think it might be better for a girl to talk to her."

Camille walked past the boys and to Katie's bedroom door, she knocked lightly and pressed her ear to the door, she could hear muffled sobs from the other side. poor Katie. she thought it must be bad. She knocked again. "Katie Sweetie. It's Camille. Can I come in?" She heard Katie move and footsteps walking towards the door, she took a step back.

"Are you alone?" Katie mumbled quietly.

"Yes Sweetie." Camille ushered the guys away just in time for Katie to open the door. She looked terrible with small mascara smudges under her eyes and pink lip gloss smeared over the sleeve of her over sized sweatshirt, James had given it to her when he realised he had grown out of it and that Katie liked it.

"Come in." the fragile looking girl mumbled, she walked away from the door and sat cross legged on her bed, Camille walked into the purple room, shutting the door behind her and perched next to Katie on the mattress. The room used to be shared by both Mamma Knight and Katie until they realised Katie was growing up and needed some space, so they put up a wall in the middle of the room and an extra door to make two smaller rooms. Both painted a light shade of purple.

"What's wrong bonbon?" Camille couldn't help but call her cute nicknames, it was in her DNA, she had different pet names for everyone, just like her Mamma did, back in Texas. Katie was always something 'sweet' related.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Katie answered, blowing her nose.

"Come on Cherry Pie. You can tell me anything. No judgements and totally confidential." This reassured Katie and she wondered whether she should open up to Camille, if there was anyone she would tell, it would be Camille, there was no one else she thought would understand and she knew her 'brothers' would judge.

"It's Kyle." She said meekly, Kyle was Katie's boyfriend of six months, although at their age it was more of a close friendship with the occasional passionate-less goodbye kiss, nothing like the roller-coaster passionate and heated romance Camille and Logan shared. The guys hated Kyle, for no reason other than he was into Katie and lets face it, they were very over-protective with her.

"What about Kyle?" Camille pestered, Katie broke down into more sobs and Camille pulled her close to hug her. "You can tell me anything sugar pop." Camille then said, using yet another sweet related nickname she had given Katie.

"He made me do some things I didn't want to do. Then he dumped me because I didn't do them good enough." she broke down into major tears in Camille's arms.

"Okay Jellybean, tell me everything."

Please review. And if you know any sweet names that Camille could call Katie then please tell me them and I will give credit to any that I use.

I will update soon if you actually want to continue reading.

There will be more Lomille next chapter I promise.