Plot: Its summer at the Palm Woods and that means there are new residents checking in, and one of those people happen to be Camille. When Logan sees Camille for the first time he'd never expect to fall in love with her, but he did, and she fell for him too. Much to there dismay, Logan is having to leave the Palm Woods, for a whole year, touring around the USA. To keep in touch with each other they decide to write letters. Troubles invade along the way and their love is put on hold. One cannot bear it anymore; can the other? Based off the book and movie "Dear John"


Dear Logan


It was a sunny summer Saturday in Los Angeles, California. It was that time of year when Palm Woods would be piling in new young residents seeking for fame and to be heard from the rest of the world.

Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan as know as Big Time Rush, were relaxing by the famous Palm Woods pool. Kendall was talking with his girlfriend for two years, Jo Taylor. You could totally tell they were deeply head over in love with each other. James, the pretty boy, was working on his tan. Carlos was just snoozing in the chair, and I, Logan, was watching all the people swimming and playing in the pool having a good time. I was also taking long glances into the lobby seeing all the new people entering the apartments, but one person caught me eyes.

She was checking into the place at the front desk. She had long curly dark brown hair that flowed down from her head like a waterfall. She was also wearing a green sun dress that went down to her knees with a small white knitted vest. I studied her carefully and with an open mind.

"Hey what are you looking at?" James asked lowering his sunglasses from his eyes.

I turned my attention away from the unknown girl and faced James. "Nothing…just doing some people watching. " I told him. I glanced at the girl for a second and then back to James.

"Yeah, sure looks like nothing." He joked looking over where I was looking. "You should go talk to her." James told me noticing the girl at the front desk. I sighed deeply and thought twice about what he said.

I sat there for about five minutes thinking if I should or shouldn't. I noticed she was done checking in. Mr. Bitters handed her, her key card, she was about to leave. She squatted down to pick up her bags. There was a lot and it seemed like she was having trouble.

"I'll be right back." I told the guys. I shot up, fixed my shirt and casually walked over to her to ask if she would like any help.

I got closer and closer and I it felt like my stomach was doing flips. I don't know why I was nervous but apparently I was. I finally stood in front of her. "Hey?" I said, but it came out like a question instead. I was smiling like an idiot, but I was trying to keep cool.

"Hi." She smiled sweetly looking up from her suitcase she was trying to pick up.

"Here let me help you out." I said noticing her troubles. I bent down to pick up the big pink suitcase off the floor and slinging it over my shoulders like it was a feather.

"No, I don't want to be a bother." She stated trying to take the suitcase from me.

"No please. I want to, please." I said warmly. She smiled back and whispered okay.

She turned around from me and started walking to the elevators. She pressed the up bottom and the two doors slid open and let us inside. We walked in and she hit the 'floor 2' bottom and stood back waiting patiently for the elevators to reach her floor. We were both silenced not talking to each other. I looked down at the floor and shifted my position. I glanced at her secretly and observed her carefully.

The doors dinged and opened to let us out. I let her walk in front of me to lead the way to her new apartment. We walked about two yards and came across her place. The front door read '2C'. She slid her key card in and opened the door with ease.

The room opened up to the living room. I kind of looked like ours, but it was a different color. She sat her bags down on to the floor and I did the same with her suit case. She sighed of relief and put her hands on her hips.

"Thank you so much." She said looking up to me. "I'm Camille Canova." She said sticking her hand out for me to grab and shake.

"Logan Mitchell." I said taking her hand in mine and shaking it up and down slowly. "So where are you from?" I asked her trying to start a conversation.

"A small town in Connecticut, yeah it's back in the in the country area where there is lots of land." Camille mentioned.

"Cool." I said.

"Yeah, I came out here alone to start my acting career." She told me. "What do you do?" She asked me sitting down on a bar stool next to the kitchen corner.

"I'm in a band. Perhaps you heard of us, Big Time Rush." I informed her smiling.

"I don't recall that name." She said squinting her eyes thinking about it. I stopped smiling and stuffed my hands deep inside my pocket playing around with some lose change I had in there. I licked my lips and started around the room. There was an awkward moment of silence between us again. Then something hit me.

"Hey do you want to come with me tonight. Me and the guys are having a barbecue down by the pool around eight-ish." I asked. "I would super be fun." I looked at her. She was licking her teeth thinking about the offer I gave her. "You don't have to. Its okay-"

"No, no." She interrupted me. "I'll go." She smiled. Her smile was gorgeous and loving, and her soft pink lips commented her shiny white teeth. While her perfect hair frames her face like a priceless painting.

"Cool." I said. I started to walk towards the front door. "I guess I will see you tonight." I said. She nodded and stood up from the stool and walked to her suitcases. "Bye." I smiled.

"See you later." Camille said, and I left her place, and headed back down to the pool to tell the guys about the extra guest that will be coming to the barbecue.

To Be Continued...


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