AN: Yay, chapter two! I know the feeback hasn't been amazing, but I wanna write at least the parts I have planned out. So, ready or not, heeeeeeeere's Logie! Uh, and Camille! And, uh...Kendall, James, Carlos, Jo, and Stephanie...Oh, you get the picture!

I don't own Big Time Rush or anything associated with it. Or Mitch Hedburg, the comedian, who was the actual speaker of Kendall's little joke about his girlfriend to the reporter. Or Hey Monday or their songs.

And forgive me if I misspell Kelly's name.

Logan was walking through the lobby of the Palm Woods Apartments, worn ragged. Gustavo had just put him and the rest of the guys through seven hours of harmonies, and four straight hours of dancing. Sometimes, he wondered if he should've just stayed in Minnesota and prepared for medical school. But then, he thought, I wouldn't have met Camille. He smiled. Ah, Camille. Dear Camille Anderson. His sweet, slightly crazy girlfriend. They had been going out for almost three months and he couldn't be happier.

He spotted the aforementioned girl sitting in the lobby. He smiled and approached. "Hey beautiful." he greeted. The actress lifted her head, and Logan's smile was immediately wiped off his face. Camille's face was pale, except for her puffy red eyes. She was breathing in short, heavy pants and her cheeks were covered in old and new tear tracks.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked as he sank down into the chair beside his girlfriend.

Camille sniffled before speaking in a cracking voice, "M-My dad...H-He told me..."

"Wait, you aren't moving for real this time, right?" He asked. "I mean, you just landed that role in that movie. Uh...Love Letters From My Heart?"

"Letters For My Love, but close enough." Camille answered while shaking her head. "No, we're not moving. D-Dad just told me that he doesn't want me to s-see you anymore."

"What?" Logan cried.

"H-He thinks you'll hold me back." Camille went on.

"This is insane! I really like you, Camille!"

"I like you too Logan, but I don't want to disrespect my dad."

Logan pondered this problem. This was his forte, after all. After a time, he snapped his fingers. "I've got it! We date in secret."

"In secret?" Camille repeated.

"Yeah! Like, we act normal if there's the slightest chance your father could be around, but when he's not..."

"We do whatever we want. Oh Logie, you're a genius!" Camille exclaimed, flinging her arms around her boyfriend's neck.

"I'm aware of that." Logan remarked jokingly, while holding the brunette.

It'd been four and a half months since that day. The days were spent as normally as possible, peppered with loving moments and steamy make-out sessions inside locked supply closets. Camille's father never caught on.

But Logan was a little tired of the whole charade. Yeah, it was fun at first, sneaking around like that. But all he wanted was to walk around holding his girlfriend's hand without being judged.

"Hey Logie, let's hit it." Logan turned to see Kendall and Jo walking toward him.

"Where're we going?" Logan questioned.

"We've got an interview for Tiger Bop magazine. You didn't forget, didja?" James popped out of nowhere, adjusting his bandana and joining the group.

"Oh. R-Right." Logan said.

"Cool, so let's go!" Carlos exclaimed. He kissed his girlfriend Stephanie goodbye and Kendall did the same with Jo. And off the four boys went.

The interview was fairly standard. What's coming up on the next album, what are the plans for a tour, and all that jazz. It was the reporter that was bugging the crap out of Logan. Sandy Luna was blond-a bleached shade, Logan was certain- with big blue eyes, sunkissed tan skin and clad in a pink tank top and black capris. In short, your stereotypical California girl who seemed too much like her teeny bopper readers.

"Ok, so, a lot of ladies out there are wondering, and I just gotta ask." Sandy spoke, her Valley Girl accent grating to Logan's ears. "Are you guys, like, available?"

Uh oh, Logan panicked, what am I supposed to say? If he told the reporter the truth, then there was a chance Mr. Anderson would find out and do something drastic, like, file a restraining order against him, or something. If he lied and said he was single, not only would Camille kill or, worse, castrate him, he'd be attacked by fangirls everywhere he went!

"Kendall?" Sandy prompted.

"I don't have a girlfriend. Just a girl who'd get really mad if she heard me say that." Kendall snickered.

"Huh?" Sandy asked, cocking her head to the side.

Kendall shook his head in sad disbelief. "Yes, I have a girlfriend. Her name is Jo Hunter. We've been together for about a year now. She means the world to me."

"Awwww, that's so sweet!" Sandy cooed. "Nothing less then what me or my readers would expect from the sensitive leader of BTR!"

Kendall bowed his head modestly and told Sandy his thanks.

"How about you, James?" she asked.

James shot her his winning smile. "No, I'm still looking for that special girl." and he added that little answer with a wink. Logan rolled his eyes. Only James would willingly let the fangirls attack him.

"Oooooh check out the player here!" Sandy giggled. "What about you, Carlos? Anybody special?"

"Actually, yes. My girlfriend, Stephanie King. We've been together about eight months." Carlos answered with a goofy grin.

"Cute! What's she like?" Sandy prodded.

"Oh, she's amazing. She likes horror movies and swimming and rock climbing. She's perfect for me," Carlos responded happily.

"Awww, that's adorable! Our little helmet-head cutie's found a cutie of his own!" Carlos blushed at the comment.

"What about you, Logan? Any girl that you can call your own?"

Logan's mouth moved before his brain could catch up, as usual. "I do. I've, uh, been in a long distance relationship with my girlfriend back in Minnesota."

If Sandy saw the other boys' expressions of confusion, she didn't say anything. "Oh, that's so romantic! A love that thrives through distance! Can you tell us about her?"

Logan's brain caught up. Think Mitchell, think! Who's a girl you knew in Minnesota? And then she came to him. Her long, raven-hair. Her sparkling gray eyes. The way she pushed her glasses up periodically. Her laugh. Her smile. Her brain. How could he forget her?

"Well, she's smart. She likes reading more than anything. She's kind of quiet at first, but once you get to met her, she's super fun."

"She sounds perfect for you!" Sandy praised.

Logan couldn't help the grin that came to his face, despite the guilt and feelings of betrayal sinking into his stomach.

"Can you give us a name?" Sandy inquired.

And oddly enough, the guilt lifted as the name slipped through his lips. "Sammy Torres."

After explaining his choice of answer to the other guys when Sandy had left, the interview was all but forgotten. Until one week later, when the newest issue of Tiger Bop holding the interview was published.

The same magazine Camille slapped Logan with.

"Ow!" Logan cried, holding his stinging cheek.

"What is this, Logan Mitchell?" Camille cried melodramatically gesturing to the open magazine spread. Turning the magazine to face herself, she read, "" Logan is in a long distance relationship with his Minnesota sweetheart Sammy Torres. According to our brainy rocker, Sammy is a smart, quiet girl, who likes reading but is also a big ball of fun once you get to know her."" Camille looked back up at her boyfriend, eyes filled with fire and tears. "Who the hell is Sammy Torres?"

"Wuh...One of my best friends back in Lakeside." Logan admitted. Camille's eyes didn't dim their ire. "I'm serious! Back home it was me and the boys, Sammy and another girl named Maria. Who was totally in love with James!" He added hastily while holding his hands up in surrender, as Camille's eyes darkened at the mention of another other girl.

"Why didn't you say you were dating me?" Camille screeched.

Logan shushed her. "What part of 'secret' don't you get, Camille?" he asked. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want to spill the beans and I just kinda spoke the first thing that came to mind."

Camille's hardened features finally softened. "Really?"

Logan smiled. "Really."

Camilled laughed and wiped her eyes. "Well, I guess you'd better let this Sammy chick know before she reads the article, right?"

Logan's eyes widened. He didn't think that Sammy would read the interview... He bolted up to 2J and yanked open his laptop. Typing faster then he'd ever typed before, he sent an email to someone he wasn't sure would even bother reading it.

In Lakeside, Minnesota, Sammy Torres and Maria Oliver were trudging home after school. Maria had already skipped inside the Torres residence and up the stairs to Sammy's room before the black-haired girl had even gotten a water bottle from the fridge. She rubbed the bridge of her nose to stop her headache. The new contacts her mother had gotten her were really annoying, but the doctor told her she needed to keep them in for at least six to ten hours a day.

When Sammy had finally made it up to her bedroom, her best friend was lying upside-down on her bed, an issue of Tiger Bop in front of her face.

"Hey, looks like the guys have an interview in here." The redhead commented.

Sammy scoffed. "Let those fame-filled airheads spout their nonsense to someone else."

Maria flipped over so she was laying on her stomach. Her held her head in her hands as she stared at her friend sadly. "You don't mean that, Sam."

Sammy turned to fix Maria with a glare. Big Time Rush were a touchy subject for her. "Yes I do, Ria. Did our so-called 'best friends' ever bother to call us or email us- contact us in any way- since they moved? No, they did not! We gave them our hearts and they throw them away the second some dude tells them he can turn them into stars! And I, for one, am not gonna waste my time on jerks like that!" Sammy finished her tyraid and turned on her laptop.

Maria, with a dissatisfied pout, began to flip through her magazine again. Her pout grew to a smirk, then a smile, then a grin. She began to giggle. "Well, it looks like our dear little Hulk Logan was thinking of you." Maria remarked.

Sammy paused in opening her email inbox. She spun her chair around to face her bestie. "What?" she asked.

"Check it out for yourself." Maria instucted, handing the magazine to the other girl. Sammy skimmed the article, ignoring the responses of Kendall, James and Carlos until she got to the part Maria had pointed out.

Her eyes widened. ""Long distance relationship with Minnesota sweetheart Sammy Torres"?" she read, in shock. "Why the hell would he mention my name?" Maria shrugged. Something on Sammy's computer screen caught her eye.

"Sam, is Logan's email DrLoganator? A-At Hotmail dot com?" Maria questioned.

"It was, why?" Sammy asked, without looking up from the trashy mag.

"Cause you have an email from him."

Sammy's head snapped up to her screen. Yup, there it was. With a subject line of 'Help Me Sammy PLEASE!' no less. Sighing at her willingness to read anything from that boy, the gray-eyed girl opened the email.

""Dear Sammy." she began to read aloud of Maria's benefit. "I don't know if you or Maria (if you guys are still friends, that is) ever read Tiger Bop, but in an interview I accidentally said I was dating you. I just figured I owed you an explaination as to the whys of that. I'm currently dating a girl named Camille Anderson-"" Sammy was cut off.

"Camille Anderson?" Maria gasped. "She's the star of that new movie I've been looking forward to! Letters For My Love! She's playing opposite Tristan DuPree! Wait, I think there's a picture of her in here..." she trailed off. Snatching the magazine from her bookish bestie, Maria flipped to the appropriate page and showed Camille's picture to Sammy.

Sammy's face fell at the sight of the gorgeous brunette on the glossy page. So that's Logan's type...Wait. Why do I care? I'm supposed to be over him!" But she didn't try to disguise the saddness in her voice as she observed, "Wow. She's pretty."

"Ugh, so are you Sam! Now, finish the email!" Maria demanded.

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Sammy continued to read Logan's message. ""Unfortunately, her dad isn't my biggest fan and for the last five months, we've been keeping our relationship secret. Trying to hid our relationship, I blurted to a reporter that you and I were dating long distance. I know we haven't been keeping in contact much, but I'd just like to tell you I thought of your name because I've missed you. I'm sorry, again and hopefully we can talk soon. Logan."" She groaned and went back to her inbox.

"You aren't gonna respond?" Maria inquired.

"Not yet. I have no idea what to say." Sammy said quitely before opening her next email.

Dear Ms. Samantha Torres,

Mr. Arthur Griffin and Mr. Gustavo Roque have listened to the demo CD you sent in of yourself singing Hey Monday's Candles. They have come to the understanding that having a female artist would greatly boost the reputation of Roque Records. Attached to this email are three tickets for you and your parents/legal guardians to come to Los Angeles to finalize your recording contract. We hope to see you here soon.

Sincerely,

Kelly Wainwright

"Maria! I got it!" Sammy exclaimed.

"Got what?"

"The recording contract at Roque Records!" The girls spent a couple of minutes indulging in a victory dance.

"So, what are you gonna do with the extra ticket?" Maria asked once they both had calmed down.

"Take my best friend, what else?" Sammy asked as if it were obvious.

"Aw, I dunno, Sam. I mean, Hollywood isn't for artists." Maria stated, scratching at the floor with the toe of her shoe.

"Neither is Lakeside, Minnesota." Sammy pointed out with a laugh. "You are coming with me and that is final."

"Ooooh, demanding. I like that." Maria teased. Sammy punched her in the shoulder.

Without warning, Maria popped off the bed the two were previously sitting on. "Well then, what are we doing sitting here conversing? Get your mom on the phone and start packing, kid. You're gonna be famous!"

AN: Finnito! It is done! Next chapter, the guys and gals reunited! Anybody interested? Let me know with REVIEWS!