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Part Three: Names and a Big Time Party
"Logan, you need a name." Camille said after James and Carlos had quickly run back to 2J. Camille told them Logan's alibi as she held him back, and then gave them time to run. Luckily, since Camille was a few inches taller than Logan now, she could hold him back a bit.
Logan fixed his clothing as he went back to his coffee. "That would be a good idea."
"We need something that's close to 'Logan' so you still respond. Lolita?"
"No."
"Lora?"
"Nope."
"Lori?"
"Sucky."
"Loren?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Lorna?"
"No way."
Camille huffed. "Jeez, you're difficult!"
"All your names suck!"
"Lola. That's your name. Don't care if you like it."
"Fine! Lola is the least bad anyway!" He actually liked the name.
"Okay, Lola, the big Palm Woods Super Party is tonight. Kendall will be there. You make him notice you, you fall in love, ya'll live happily ever after. Got it? Good."
"I'm nervous…"
Camille thought he was so cute. "Lola" stood there in a short black denim skirt, so tight and it hugged his new curvy butt perfectly. The black and red striped shirt he wore emphasized those curves and the off the shoulder style accentuated her soft, strong shoulders.
Camille thought of Jo right then. She wondered how the blonde would look like in a similar outfit. All for Camille to look at…
Again, another story entirely.
"Camille? Are my boobs nice?"
"What?"
"Are they? I wouldn't know what's nice or not."
"Their fine Logan."
"Just fine?"
"You're such a girl."
"Thanks to you."
"I- I don't know how this waxing thing is gonna go. I hear it hurts. Like, really bad."
"Oh yeah, this one's gonna hurt. Especially since you're going Brazilian."
