Authors Note: YESH! I AM THE FIRST FANFICTION AUTHOR TO WRITE ABOUT LUCY STONE! Yeah, so I saw the new Big Time Rush and couldn't help but notice how Lucy seemed to act around Kendall. And me, being a fanfiction author, couldn't help but get some very nice ideas from it…so here's the story that I started writing a half an hour after the show ended. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I couldn't remember the name of Camille's character, so I just made up some name that I thought would sound cool if you said it in a Russian accent ;) I'll change it once i find out the real name, or one of you guys can tell me in a review!

"Another beautiful day in L.A." Kendall sprawled out on the lounge chair beside me, shades on, putting his arms behind his head.

"Another rockin' day in L.A." I replied, smirking and popping on my own shades, pushing back the strands of black and red hair out of my face. I closed my eyes and heard-amidst the usual background noise of the teenage cacophony that was the famous Palm Woods-the members of Big Time Rush (plus Camille, but I had already figured out that she, like me, had always been one of the guys) shuffle into chairs and loungers around us.

"It's so great to be friends with you." James said.

"Yeah, being in the friend zone with Lucy Stone is awesome." Carlos chirped in, and I smiled deviously. Though I couldn't take all the credit for tricking James and Carlos-they should be awarded, I mean, seriously, they were INCREDIBLY gullible-plotting is just one of my things.

"I guess plotting is just one of your things." Camille laughed.

Cha. Yeah.

"Speaking of plotting," Kendall began, and I opened my eyes and looked at him as he turned to grin at Camille and Logan, "I can't believe you guys actually pulled it off."

"Yeah, well, technically Marta Star pulled it off." Camille's voice suddenly got cold-VERY cold. As if she never wanted to talk about her awesome ploy ever again. I wondered why…maybe I could have a little girl-to-girl chat with her later. I knew she would need some, since she was the only girl in the little group.

There was a short, awkward silence before some gangly guy with long hair and enormous shades invited us to some pool volleyball, which Camille and I politely declined. We talked and laughed about nothing in particular, watching the boys splash around in the pool. I couldn't help but silently analyze each boy (like anyone would do, meeting someone for the first time), from his movements to his hair to his facial expressions to his abs (hey, you can't blame a girl for looking).

And I couldn't help the fact that my eyes rested particularly long on a certain head of blonde hair.

But then again, I had always been a sucker for blonde hair.

Somehow Camille and I had managed to escape back to my apartment without the boys…though, I had to admit, the room was actually pretty comfortable with only two people. Plus she graciously offered to help me clean up the mess that we had made earlier.

"So….what's the deal with your scheme?" I asked a little cautiously, trying to pick up all the little pieces of popcorn on the floor (I hadn't had the time nor the money to invest in a vacuum yet).

There was a pause before Camille answered "What do you mean?" Though it was as plain as the Manspray in James's hair that her voice had changed tone.

"Why don't you want to talk about it?" I asked, sitting on the couch, giving up on the popcorn. Camille was fiddling with the lamp that she had turned right side up. When she hesitated, I prodded more. "C'mon, I know that it might be personal, but I haven't had a girl friend in a long time, and I really want one. You can only get close to someone by sharing secrets." I added in a sing-song voice, hoping that I wasn't being too rude…but not caring enough not to ask.

She sighed, smiling a little, and sat down beside me on the couch. "It's a little complicated."

I smiled back, to show that I was listening.

"Well, I actually did the robbery, and the 'arrest', while I was being Marta Star, secret agent, this character for this new movie that I'm in."

"You were…. being Marta Star?" I questioned slowly.

She grinned widely. "I can get really into my parts."

I forced a grin back. "And I'm sure that makes you an even better actress…but please go on." I really didn't need to get THAT close to Camille this soon.

"Anyway, Logan was all over me while I was playing that role…but he obviously didn't care about me at all when I was just normal Camille."

"Right. Normal Camille." I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"Sorry, I coughed…tickle in the throat. So you think Logan took advantage of you?"

"Yeah, pretty much." She flung herself back so she was in a resting position on the couch. "I mean, I like Logan SO MUCH…but if he doesn't care about me…I can't just settle for an 'okay' relationship. That would be wrong. Right?"

"Right." I stated firmly. Honestly, I was very VERY glad that Logan had no interest in me whatsoever. Not that I wanted a guy to trample all over me (not that he ever could), Logan was nerdy and had no backbone. Though some girls find that cute, I find it….well, JUST cute. Not hot or sexy or rockin'. I tried it once, hated it, never going back. "You should always be completely happy in a relationship. That's why most of mine ended within a week." I laughed.

"Oh, so you get around?" Camille teased.

"No, I'm just picky. Still waiting for my rocker boy to show up." At least, I think I still am.

"Alright, your turn to share something personal."

I frowned. "That wasn't part of the deal."

"But the only way to get closer to someone is to share secrets. C'mon, I need a good girl chat with a girl friend."

My frown morphed into a slick smile. "Using my words against me. I knew I liked you." I looked down, my expression turning serious. "Uhm, let's see…my last relationship seems like a good place to start. Well, basically I dated this blonde douche bag most of my senior year, then he left me in the last month of high school for some whore named Nicole. I took the chance to get away and moved here."

When I looked back at Camille, her face bore sympathy, but not pity. Which was good. I HATED when people pitied me. I was not so weak as to accept pity. "Good for you." She stated, patting my knee. "And now you get to meet all the douge bags here in L.A. Should be fun."

I laughed, thinking again how I knew I liked Camille.