A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! I really hate giving excuses for why I'm not reviewing as much as I should be becuase I feel like no one believes me. But I promise I'm really working on it, okay? Right now it's just because I'm busy writing... and there I go again, making excuses! *slaps self* Yeah, I'm just going to stop now.
"Alright, now it's your turn," James said, scooting closer to Logan. "First of all, you should probably figure out your feelings for Camille."
Logan gave him a funny look. "Come on, you know how indecisive I can be!"
"Okay, I'll help you. Are you still attracted to her?"
"Yes! I mean, no. Well, sometimes… Alright, yes!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is that she's not attracted to me. I mean, she kissed you while we were dating! And now she's got a stupid new boyfriend."
"Logan, she thinks the exact same thing about you! She still likes you, you just haven't noticed. She only moved on because you moved on first! Maybe if you stepped up for once and showed her that you still cared about her, you guys could get back together."
"Yeah, and how do I do that?"
James smiled evilly and pointed both hands at Logan. "You're gonna need a box of chocolates, a well-written script, and some really cool clothes." He ignored Logan's expression of horror as he rushed to go gather supplies.
"Say it again, but more assertively," James directed.
"I don't know about this," Logan said nervously.
"Just say it!"
"Hey, remember me? Yeah, the best time of your life? Well, I've come to win you back." He ignored Carlos's snickering and looked back at James hopefully.
"That's it!" James shrieked. "You've got it!"
"I don't know. I mean, this just isn't me."
"That's the point!" James exclaimed. "Well, no offense, but you're not exactly the most outgoing and daring person or the best charmer. But that's why I'm here to help you!" James looked at Logan with wide, sad eyes. "Please do this? For me?"
Logan fought to keep himself from giving in, but to no avail. "Alright, I'll do it? You happy?"
James cheered up instantly. "Great, now go put this on." He thrusted a leather jacket, a grape colored shirt, and a pair of super-skinny jeans into Logan's arms.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Logan muttered. He glared at Carlos. "You just wait."
When he walked back into the main room, he could barely feel his legs. "I'm not sure about these," he told James.
"You look great!" James reassured, ignoring both Logan's complaints and Carlos's bursts of laughter. "There is no way Camille can turn you down now! There are just a few more things..." He rushed to fix Logan's hair and clothes, making absolutely sure they were perfect.
"There," he said finally. "Now put these on and give her this." He handed Logan a pair of shades and a box of chocolates. "You can do it! Just follow my script!"
Logan groaned and started off towards Camille's apartment. But when he got there, no one was home. He decided to check the lobby next. On the ride down, he took one last look at the script James had written.
(Logan enters)
L: Hey, remember me? Yeah, the best time of your life? Well, I've come to win you back.
C: Oh, Logan! Of course I remember you! How could I possibly forget the love of my life?
L: What do you say you dump your boyfriend and get back with me?
C: Finally, you've come back for me! (Hugs) Yes, I'll take you back!
L: Hey, you know I got you some chocolates. I'll give them to you if you give me some sugar first.
(Camille grabs Logan and starts making out with him)
It was awful, unrealistic, and short. Maybe the lines worked for James, but there was no chance that they would work for him. Camille wasn't like the girls James hooked up with and Logan wasn't like James. Logan knew that Camille wouldn't fall for Logan again in an instant and he couldn't make her. What Logan really wanted to do was ditch the script and the clothes and go back up to the apartment. But he knew he couldn't do that. If there was one thing Logan had actually learned from James's relationship advice, it was that finding the right girl took action on his part as well as hers. If he wanted to get Camille back, he had to do something.
When he walked into the lobby, he found Camille sitting at a table crying into her smoothie. Suddenly, he forgot all of James's advice. He sprinted towards her like an Olympic runner. "Please tell me you're practicing for a role!" he exclaimed.
"Nope," she cried. "He-he broke up with me. Th-this afternoon."
"I'm sorry," Logan whispered, although inside, he was anything but. In fact, he was fighting to keep from cheering.
"He-he said it was because I was... too crazy," she explained through her tears, "the-the way I prepare for roles. But-but you don't think I'm crazy, do you?"
"Of course not. I think you're perfect," Logan reassured.
She pulled him into a hug. "Th-thank you. I knew I could count on you... even when everyone else is busy with dates!" She cried even louder.
Then, Logan got an idea and a burst of confidence. "I'll tell you what: how about we hang out tonight at the crib? You shouldn't have to be alone on Valentine's Day just because some jerk dumped you. It'll be fun."
"A-alright," she sniffled. "Nice outfit, by the way. Did James pick it out?"
"Yeah," Logan snorted. "I can barely feel my legs in this." Camille's sobs mixed with laughter. "It's not funny!"
Logan pulled a chair from the other side of the table so he could sit next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks for being here," she said. "You're the best."
"Yeah, sure." He put an arm around her and sighed, completely unaware of the sly smile appearing on Camille's face. That night was going to be fun...
A/N: This is a little short, but I'm happy with it and that's what matters. Reviews please? *sad James eyes*
