So, I decided to try my hand at something a little different. And I honestly just think this couple is adorable, although Logan and Camille and Kendall and Jo are pretty cute together on the show, too. But I revel in twisting story plots like this and forcing two unsuspecting characters into the throes of love. *snickers* I hope you readers can picture them together to some extent and enjoy the story. Feel free to let me know what you think or give me some advice! It's always appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters. No duh. And the title of the story was totally taken from Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet," if you didn't know that. You can't beat the classics.


Chapter I: Camille's Realizations

"But, Derek! My love for you can't be satisfied by mere trifles such as these!" I gesture broadly with my hand as I walk down the hallway, my script clenched in the other. You can never practice your acting too often, you know. And right now I'm on my way to an audition, so last minute touch-ups on my acting definitely wouldn't hurt.

Blind to my surroundings, I enter the elevator, murmuring lines to myself as I feel the floor slowly begin to sink. This is where not paying attention is really not a good thing because as soon as I step off of the elevator I know I'm not in the lobby. In fact, I really don't know what floor I'm on. I push the down arrow button irritably. This is just great. I can't be late to another audition. My career's already hanging as it is.

After a few impatient seconds of waiting, I decide that the stairs would be much faster. I sprint down the hallway, slamming open the exit door, y ballet flats clattering loudly on the metal stairs as I rush down. I angrily come to the conclusion that I'm much higher up than I anticipated. What, did I like only go down a floor? I would do something like that at a time like this. I'm panting and sweaty, and I feel absolutely disgusting after who knows how long, but I push on. I must at least be getting close. I'm hurrying again at the encouraging thought, and I'm scrabbling down the steps so fast that I almost don't notice him curled up in a corner of the stairs, his arms wrapped around his knees and his blonde hair concealing his face. But no matter the rush, really who could miss something like that? I halt, wondering why in the world he's out on the stairwell. "Kendall?"
He looks up and I withhold a gasp. He looks utterly miserable. He's not crying, but he has this lost look in his irises, and he looks paler than usual. He's slumped over, crushed, and his breaths are a little ragged. "Oh, hi Camille," he lifts his head from his arms and offers a weak grin, which I can tell is totally forced.

"What are you doing out here? You okay?" I'm overcome with the desire to hug him, but that might be awkward.

"I've been better," he shrugs.

"What's up?" Okay, I really don't have time for this, but a part of me just won't let me leave him like this. And I think that part of me is beginning to think that he's utterly adorable. Sometimes. Wait, what?

He studies me for a moment, and I shift weight from one foot to the other awkwardly because it sort of feels like those sea-green eyes are piercing through my skin as he looks at me, if that's not too weird of an analogy. He sighs, surrendering, "Jo broke up with me."

"What?" I shriek. I instantly clap a hand over my mouth as he examines me curiously. "It's just…she didn't tell me."

Jo Taylor's my best friend, so this is kind of shocking, in my defense. Why wouldn't she tell me about something so important? And I'm somewhat doubting her mental stability right now, because Kendall looks completely broken. How could she do that to him?

Okay, so now I'm confused, probably late, sorry for whom I've now decided is a really cute boy, and a little ticked at my best friend. All these emotions had better boost my acting skills. Kendall exhales slowly, letting his eyes drift shut, "It only just happened today. I'm sure you'll hear about it from her later."

I kneel down beside him and rub his shoulder comfortingly. I have no idea what I'm doing; my body has just kind of taken control, refusing to acknowledge my more logical thoughts like, "I really need to go now!" and "This is your best friend's ex-boyfriend! Stop touching him!" and such.

"Hey, I'm sure things will work out for the best. Jo's my best friend, and I know she genuinely cared about you. Just don't let this get you down; you don't deserve to be all upset," I smile.

He gives me a tired grin, and I can tell he's somewhat comforted, "Thanks, Camille. You're too sweet."

"Hey, no problem," I pat his shoulder one more time as I stand back up, "I really should be going now, because I have an audition. But like I said, I know things will work out. Just give it some time."

"I will. Good luck," he calls after me as I scurry down the rest of the stairs. I'm not even aware of me breezing through the lobby. I'm not even aware of leaping into my car and twisting the key hurriedly in the ignition. In fact, the only thing I'm aware of at the moment are those gorgeous sea-green eyes and that charming, crooked smile. "Oh, Camille," I murmur to myself, "What am I going to do with you?"


The whole drive to the audition is beyond frustrating. Every single traffic light is cruelly casting a red shadow on my car each time I reach one. Maybe I'm just not meant to be at the audition, because it surely seems that way. With nothing better to do, I relive the day's more perplexing events. So, I guess you could say that I have a crush on Kendall now. Does this mean I've liked him all along? I don't think so. I mean, I really did like Logan when we dated. But then we broke up because we thought it'd be for the best. We're both just so busy anyways, we figured it'd work out for everyone if he had more time to focus on his music and I had more time to concentrate on theatre. Logan's still one of my best friends, and I wouldn't trade that friendship for anything in the world.

And I had never even considered Kendall as an option before, mostly because, well, he never was. He was always with Jo, practically for as long as I've known him. But now…he isn't. Gosh, that's just so weird to think about! I'm talking to Jo as soon as I get back to the Palm Woods. Because at the moment, I see no reason in the world that could make anyone want to break up with Kendall.

Alright, this crush is getting a little out of hand. But, he's just so…perfect. So I'm starting to obsess, but I've determined that that's the most accurate word to describe him. He has the most adorable dimples ever, and those eyes are just mesmerizing, really. He's such a sweetheart; I don't think I've ever seen him not act like a perfect gentleman. I love the way his hair curls around his face sometimes. I love the melodious way his laugh sounds. Okay, I think I just love him. But I don't want to jump to conclusions here, and like me and Logan decided, I really don't need any distractions right now. But there's no denying that Kendall Knight is gorgeous.

I gulp. "Alright, enough about Kendall, Camille!" I whisper fiercely to myself, "You're on your way to your next big break and you've got to focus!"

I miss the audition, which I guess I should've expected. I don't know how I'll tell my dad later, but in the meantime, I just replay that grin Kendall gave me in my mind and I don't feel nearly as bad. I think I'm infatuated.