Hello all you wonderful people! Chapter two, TADA! Thanks to all those who reviewed Chapter one. Made me alot more confident with this chapter. This one took me FOREVER to write. I'm horrible with adding other characters to the mix. XD

And I've come to the realization that I should probably start putting a disclaimer up. Not that there's really any need. Just makes me feel like it's official now. :) So...

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Big Time Rush. ...There. How was that?

"Well, that couldn't have gone better," Camille thought.

She was standing in front of her floor length mirror, surveying her handiwork, which had taken the better part of two and a half hours.

She was dressed in a metallic-looking silver tunic top and black leggings, with three-inch heels to match, her hair straightened so that it looked like a shiny waterfall as it cascaded down her back. She thought she looked good.

"I mean, not that I don't ALWAYS look good," she thought, giving her hair a flip. She just wasn't accustomed to spending this much time on her appearance.

But it was definitely worth every minute. "Oh yeah. I look GOOD," she said happily, practicing a few smiles. Behind her, she saw the pot of water lilies she always kept on her dresser. She combed her fingers through her hair slowly. But still... she didn't feel quite... done. Frowning a bit, her eyes drifted back to the flowers.

She reached over, took a lily from the pot, and threaded it artistically onto her wrist with a stray piece of white ribbon.

"There. Perfect," she said.

Seeing the lily made her reminisce, thinking of that first wonderful day. The whole feeling, of being loved so much, of knowing she finally had his heart, his unconditional love. It had been... well, let's just say she had transferred her preference of favorite flower from hibiscus to water lily with absolutely no problem whatsoever. She beamed at the memory.

Blowing her reflection a little kiss, and realizing how vain that was but not caring one bit, she grabbed her purse and walked out of her apartment.

She strode down the hall, quivering slightly with the impact of the butterflies slamming against her stomach lining. She could feel that smoothie she had earlier going on a roller-coaster ride. Why was she being like this? This was Logan. He couldn't care less if she had worn a potato sack, with no make-up, and unbrushed hair. She would still look beautiful. And I quote.

She could have laughed at the wonderfulness of it all. All the sheer joy that Logan brought into her life. It made her feel so darn lucky. She wished everyone could feel like this.

She didn't even realize the long walk down the hall had been accomplished until she heard the elevator ding open. She smiled. Just a little bit more, and she would be walking away holding Logan's hand. The thought sped up her steps a bit.

James was leaning nonchalantly up against the wall of the elevator, a slight frown on his face. He was holding one of those blatantly obvious dude fashion magazines in his hands, muttering something about hypo-allergenic man spray.

He didn't look up as Camille stepped in, and said cheerily, "Hey James. Whats up?"

She heard him drop the magazine.

"Uh... duh... um, uh..." he stammered, as he bent down to pick it up, his eyes not leaving her face. He groped around for a bit, then rose even slower, finally coming to a rather slumped position.

His mouth slightly agape, his face was turning a delicate shade of pink. That was weird. She had never seen... was he blushing? No, no it was probably just sunburn. He could never remember to put on sunscreen. Remembering quickly that she actually had his sunblock stick, from when Logan had used it earlier and left it in her apartment, she dug around in her purse. Pulling it out with a satisfied "Ah," she held it out to him.

She was expecting something like "What IS that?" or "LOGAN!" Nothing.

"James..." she said slowly, waving the stick in front of his face. With a jolt, he broke eye contact. He sucked in a big breath, and didn't let it out. Camille looked at him concernedly. What on earth was he doing? Some new kind of breathing exercise to keep his singing voice pretty?

He finally let out a large sigh, and, still not looking at her, started to (nervously?) tap his foot. Alright. Enough.

She let out a shriek and pointed behind him. "LIZARD!" she screamed.

"Where?" James yelled, spinning around desperately, knocking Camille flat against the wall.

"Oof," she protested, as his eyes scanned the wall behind him. Seeing nothing, he turned around to face her.

"Um, where's the lizard?" he said in an injured tone. Camille looked at him calmly.

"It flew away," she said, flapping her hands a little for emphasis.

"What the... are you high?" James sputtered, turning a more vibrant shade of red.

"I don't believe so," she said turning towards the door. They stood there for awhile. She decided to ask him a little question.

"So..." she said, giving her hair another flip. "How do I look?" taking her most dramatic model pose.

James didn't say anything. Just stared at her. Camille felt rather deflated.

"I don't... you don't think I look pretty?" she said, sniffing a little, for dramatic effect. She started to bury her face in her hands to feign crying.

"No!" James said loudly, grabbing her hand. Camille looked down expecting to see a tarantula or something crawling up her arm. Nope, just the water-lily. So... why?

After a slight pause, she became quite aware that James was STILL holding her hand tightly. She looked at him, and then at her hand. But he didn't let go.

"No, no you look fine. You just look kinda..." he released her, and stepped back quite a ways. "Kinda what?" she thought. "I dare you. Just say I look ugly or dumb. You'll be feelin' the pain."

"Kinda beautiful."

Well. That was unexpected.

Camille was sure the surprise she was feeling showed quite clearly on her face. But he seemed to decide to not take notice of it, keeping his gaze locked on the stainless steel of the elevator doors.

The only Camille could manage was "oh". Well, what else would YOU say if infinitely gorgeous, fashion conscious, obsessively appearance oriented James called YOU beautiful?

Finally realizing the significance of a pretty boy calling her pretty, she said a little louder, and much more quickly, "For real? Do you think so? I mean I think I kinda overdid it on the makeup and my hair was kinda frizzy today and I didn't have anyone to ask for help because Jo - "

"No," He interrupted her babbling with a firm air. "No. You look absolutely amazing," he said in a rather hoarse voice, smiling broadly at her.

Camille sighed softly. Well, that had done much to restore any of the confidence lost by all the weirdness.

She smiled a little crookedly back at him. "Thank you, James. Really. I'm so crazy nervous right now...", she said running her fingers through her hair.

James seemed distracted for a moment, his eyes a little roving over her frame. But he managed to get out, "Why?" He cleared his throat. "Where are you- uh - where you going?"

"Out with Logan," she said, trying in vain to quiet the butterflies in her tummy. They had been together for it seemed so long now, but this was their first official date.

Obviously James didn't know that.

Because he laughed. Just laughed. After he recovered himself a bit, he said, "Good one. You and Logan. Out together. Tonight." He chuckled to himself a bit more.

"Yeah..." she said slowly. Was he ok? He was acting weird. It wasn't like Logan wouldn't have told him by now. Why should them going out be SO hilarious?

The elevator opened on ground floor, and Camille stepped out into the lobby. She turned around to see James looking at her with an incredulous look on his face.

"You're serious? You and Logan? On a... on a DATE?" he said, with a kind of repulsed awe, as if not realizing the significance of the word until now.

"Yes, James, a date. You know. Boy asks girl, girl says yes, boy and girl go out, TOGETHER?" she said slow and simple. Maybe he was feeling a little Neanderthal-ish today. He just frowned at her, as if he didn't quite understand. Yup. He definitely breathed in too much hairspray this morning.

She heard Logan call her from across the lobby, and turned around to see him in jeans and a collar, smiling at her. She suddenly felt very overdressed. But the feeling went away quite as quickly as it had come. She felt the characteristic magnetic quality he carried with him, as her body bent uncontrollably in his direction. She took a few steps, then remembered James, who was still standing there. She thought a goodbye was in order. To finalize the freaky conversation.

"Well, I'll see ya later James. Stay sane." Was that asking too much? Probably.

She walked away, slipping her hand into Logan's, keeping her eyes straight ahead, not really wanting to look back. She saw Logan out of the corner of her eye give James a halfhearted little wave, than fell into step with her as they headed towards the doors. Halfhearted. That definitely was NOT something the BTR boys encountered very often. Especially between each other. Camille frowned, for what seemed the billionth time that evening.

But more than frowny or upset, Camille was confused. About James. He really hadn't known, had he? But Logan had told him, so why would he act the way he did? Unless, Logan HADN'T told him? No, no he would've. Why wouldn't he have? Camille dismissed Jame's behavior as an unlikely happening. He just forgot, that's all. Pretty big thing to forget about. But then again, this was James, the one who forgot sunscreen in ninety degree weather. It would probably be easy to forget, for him anyway.

Still...

She just couldn't get past that look James had given her. Frowning disbelief. It had heightened when he saw Logan standing there, waiting for her. Almost haunting. Almost like he was hurt.

She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away. She felt rather warm...

Just then, Logan tightened his hold on her, and squeezed her hand gently. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Logan and Camille. No words required. He knew something was really bothering her, and he probably could sense her mind going 200 miles per hour. It was his way of telling her it would be ok. That he would always be there for her. She smiled at him. "How lucky am I?" she thought to herself. Logan smiled back in response, and they walked out of the lobby.

But behind them, James hadn't let go of that frown.

Yay! Well, that's that! Hope it was alright.

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