Okay, so when I wrote Poolside Slumber, I intended for it to be a one-shot. But if you've read my Quogan fic "I Hate You More", you probably know that I have trouble letting things go. Someday I'll be one of those mothers who follows her kindergardener to school. Anyways, after I published Poolside Slumber as a one shot, I wrote some more and decided to turn my one-shot into a three-shot. So this is chapter two of my three-shot. I hope you enjoy, and I hope to have the final chapter up soon.
Poolside Slumber
Chapter Two: The Talk
It must have been around noon when Camille awoke, because she could feel the hot California sun beating down on her neck from directly above. She normally didn't expect to feel the sun above her when she woke up, as her room in her Palm Woods apartment obviously had walls and a ceiling. But it was what she felt below her that really took her by surprise. Where her pillow normally would be, Camille felt a soft cotton shirt and a broad shoulder connected to the protective arm that was wrapped around her. As her dreams began to flee from her mind, they made room for the events of the night before to come flooding back. She remembered a party. She remembered a lounge chair. She remembered losing her key and being locked out of her apartment. She remembered Logan. That's when the pieces snapped together. Camille opened her eyes and looked into those of the one who lay beside her on the lounge chair.
"Good morning," Logan greeted her.
She tried to say "Good morning" back, but only managed to mouth the words to him. It always took her throat a bit longer to wake up than the rest of her body.
"Sleep well?" Logan asked.
"Surprisingly well," Camille responded, her voice returning to her. "How long have you been awake?"
"About half an hour."
"And you've just been laying here watching me sleep?"
A look of concern flickered through Logan's deep brown eyes. "Is that weird?"
Camille laughed. "Not at all."
"We've been getting some weird looks from some of the Palm Woods residents," he informed her.
Camille laid her head back down on Logan's shoulder. "I don't mind if you don't."
Logan responded by closing his eyes and wrapping his arms tighter around her. The past three months in LA had been one stroke of good luck after another, and this was the icing on his sweet, delicious cake. Three months ago he was in Minnesota, freezing his tale off in the snow. And now here he was in California, lounging by the poolside with his…
What was Camille to him? Was she his girlfriend? They'd talked for hours the previous night before drifting off to sleep, but no mention of a relationship had ever come up. Was it too soon to bring it up now?
Camille felt like she was in heaven as she breathed in the scent of Logan's shirt. Aftershave and chlorine. She'd woken up from dreams like this before, and it always took her a few minutes to realize that none of it was real. That they were merely sleep-induced hallucinations. But this had to be the first time that Camille had woken up into a good dream.
"Hey Camille?" Logan said after a few moments of laying together in silence.
"Yeah?"
"Would you say that you and I are…?"
"Logan Mitchell!" interrupted a different female voice.
Logan's eyes snapped open and met those of the woman calling his name.
"H-hi Mrs. Knight," he stammered, as Kendall's mom approached them.
Camille slowly sat up on the lounge chair, blood rushing to her cheeks.
Mrs. Knight looked anything but pleased. "Did you stay out here all night?" she demanded.
Quickly calculating in his head how much trouble he was about to be in, Logan decided that the best thing to do here would be to lie. "No."
"Don't lie to me," Mrs. Knight said, crossing her arms.
"But I wasn't… Well I sort of… This isn't really…"
"It's not what it looks like," Camille said quickly.
"What she said," Logan mumbled.
"Logan, you can't do things like this," Mrs. Knight said, her voice changing from angry to caring. "You know you're like a son to me, and I worry about you."
Camille stood up, stepping back awkwardly. "I should go."
"Camille, wait!" Logan cried, as she began to walk away. "I didn't get to ask you if…"
But the pretty brunette was gone.
Logan sighed and held his wrists out to Kendall's mom. "Slap those cuffs on, Mrs. Knight."
xoxoxo
"This one's great," James said, holding a square snap shot in front of Carlos's face. "Look at Logan's smile. Priceless."
"The sly devil," Carlos commented. "How do you suppose they…"
"There it is!" Katie Knight interrupted, marching into the boys' room and snatching the old Polaroid camera from the table that the two boys were sitting beside. She picked up a picture from the large stack on the table and examined it. "You stole my camera so that you could take pictures of Logan cuddling with the crazy method actress by the pool?"
James handed the picture in his hand to Katie. "Look at this and tell me it wasn't worth it. Tell me you wouldn't want to capture this moment forever so that you could cherish it for years to come."
"Opportunities like that come once in a lifetime," Carlos agreed.
Katie rolled her eyes and set the photos down. "Whatever. How was the party last night?"
The boys' mouths dropped open.
"How did you…?" James began.
"Carlos texted my mom inviting her to Big Time Rush's 'social gathering'," Katie explained. "Lucky for you guys, she was driving, so I intercepted the message."
James looked at Carlos and shook his head. "Al Contacts…" he muttered, rolling his eyes.
"It's an easy mistake to make," Carlos defended himself.
"What's an easy mistake to make?" Kendall asked, walking into the room with Jo. Both teenagers carried a stack of VHS tapes.
"What are those?" Carlos asked, ignoring Kendall's question.
Jo grinned, dumping her stack of tapes on James's bed. "Kendall and I just replaced last night's security tapes with copies of Wednesday night's tapes. Kendall got third floor and up. I took first and second floor and the Palm Woods pool area."
"There's incriminating footage on these tapes that, thanks to us, Bitters will never see," Kendall said proudly.
"Good thinking," James said, picking up a tape from his bed labeled "pool". "Our crazy awesome party will remain a secret forever."
"Guys, what are those?" Jo asked, picking up a snap shot of Logan and Camille by the pool.
"I thought we agreed to leave them alone," Kendall said.
"Never mind those pictures," Carlos replied, snatching the VHS tape from James's hands. "We've got some home videos to watch."
xoxoxo
"I swear, Mrs. Knight, we were just sleeping."
"I believe you," Kendall's mom told Logan, as the two arrived at their apartment. "And I'm not trying to punish you."
"In that case, can I go talk to Camille? Because I need to ask her if…"
"No."
"But I…"
"Logan, have a seat," Mrs. Knight said, leading the teenager to the couch. "I think you and I need to have a serious talk."
"What kind of talk?" Logan asked, sitting down obediently.
"Well, about girls and…your feelings."
Logan's throat went dry. "You don't mean the talk."
"You're sixteen," Mrs. Knight replied. "And you need to hear it."
"But do I need to hear it right now?" Logan asked, horrified. "From my best friend's mom?"
"Well, seeing as you mom isn't here right now…"
"But we already had this talk," Logan interrupted. "My mom and I. When I was like twelve. Really, Mrs. K, you don't need to…"
"Logan, just hear me out."
Logan tried to shrink into the orange couch cushions. What started out as the greatest morning of his life was quickly becoming a nightmare.
xoxoxo
"I don't get it," Katie said, as she and the four teenagers sat around the small TV in the boys' room watching footage of the party clean up fly by in fast-forward. "I thought you wanted to watch your party. Why are you fast forwarding?"
"We're skipping to the good stuff," Carlos replied, hitting play on the remote.
Katie watched the screen in confusion. "You wanted to skip to the clean up?"
"Not the clean up," James replied. "After the clean up. See, Camille fell asleep while we were cleaning up…"
"Then when we finished cleaning up," Jo continued, "Kendall, Carlos, James and I went to bed…"
"But Logan told us to go on ahead," Kendall said. "Because he wanted to wake Camille and make sure she got to her room safely."
"Shh!" Carlos hushed Kendall, pointing to the TV screen. "He's waking her up!"
The five of them leaned in, as the tiny Logan approached the tiny sleeping Camille and began to shake her gently.
"Nothing's happening," Katie commented, as the two tiny figures on the screen sat beside the pool talking. "Guys, this isn't intriguing…wait. Is he…? He's picking her up."
"And he's carrying her away," Jo said with a grin.
"He's gonna drop her," James predicted. "Logan's a weakling. Watch him drop her on the concrete."
"Oh, man," Carlos said, loving every minute of the stolen security tape. "This is better than the movies."
xoxoxo
"Hey Mom!" Camille shouted, walking into her apartment.
"Hey Hon!" her mom shouted back from the kitchen. "Where have you been all morning?"
"I got locked out last night, so I spent the night with…a friend."
"Did you have a good time?"
Camille smiled to herself. "Amazing."
Camille's mother stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"Uh, yeah. I had a good time. Have you seen my phone?"
"Coffee table," her mom replied, before disappearing back into the kitchen.
Camille plopped herself down on the couch and picked up her cell phone. "Four missed calls," she said to herself. "All from Jo."
She listened to four frantic-sounding voicemails from Jo before texting her friend: "Just got back to my apt. Im fine."
A second later, Jo replied: "I know. And I expect full details of your after party party."
Camille tossed her phone aside. She wasn't sure how much Jo knew about her amazing night, or how she knew anything about it at all. She'd meet up with her later and fill in the gaps, but at the moment she wasn't in the mood to dish. She needed time to soak everything in. It was like a dream. A wonderful dream that she wasn't waking up from.
xoxoxo
"Are we done?" Logan asked, his voice muffled by the orange pillow he was using to hide his face.
"Yes, Logan," Mrs. Knight replied. "That's all I needed to say."
"Oh, good," Logan said, tossing the pillow aside. "You're a great parental substitute, Mrs. Knight, but I could have gone my entire life not hearing some of the things you just told me."
"You needed to hear those things."
Logan jumped to his feet, thankful that it was all over. "Can I go talk to Camille now?"
"No."
"But I thought…"
"I want you to stay in this apartment for a while."
Logan looked confused. "Am I…grounded?" This was odd for him. Logan wasn't one to get into trouble, but he had been grounded several times in his life. However, he had never been grounded by someone else's mother before.
"Not grounded," Mrs. Knight replied. "I just want you to stay in this apartment for the next couple of days, aside from recording sessions of course. And no video games."
"Mrs. Knight, you know what 'grounded' means, right?"
"Just go to your room, Logan."
Logan trudged glumly to the room he shared with his friends, thinking to himself that he should have known. When he'd woken up by the Palm Woods pool, Camille's curly brown locks falling over his neck, he should have known that it was all too good to last.
So that was chapter two. I had a lot of fun writing it, so I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much. Please review, even if you hated it. Chapter three will be up whenever I finish writing it. Love you all! --Bubbles