Camille stormed down one of the dark streets of Hollywood quickly. There were tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision. She wasn't sure where she was or where she was going, all she knew was that she had to get as far away from that club as possible. She suddenly reached in her bag to call for a cab until she felt a hand on her wrist, spinning her around. She looked up to see Logan staring at her. The look on his face was mixed with worry, guilt, and now hurt when Camille ripped her hand away from his.
"Camille are you OK?" He asked her.
Camille blinked. Once. Twice. "Am I okay? I just got completely humiliated in there! I told you I didn't want to tell you about this right now. I said that this was really personal to me. I thought you would understand!" She exclaimed.
Logan sighed, trying to keep his voice down. "Cami, I understand the fact that your singing is really personal to you. I understand that you're upset about our stupid idea to get you to sing. What I don't understand is why you feel the need to close yourself off from me. Why can't you just trust me?"
"Logan I do trust you! Why are you always insisting that I don't?" Camille asked, crossing her arms in a defensive state. Logan raised his eyebrows at her.
"Hmm... Let's see..." Logan said as he rubbed his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "How about the fact that every time I even try to touch you, you act like I'm some creepy sex offender!"
Camille was silent, looking down at her shoes as Logan continued to rant.
"Or whenever I ask you if something's wrong, you feel the need to lie and keep secrets from me," he continued. A fresh wave of tears formed in Camille's eyes as she tried to speak.
Kendall, Carlos, James and Jo... Who weren't sure if the pair knew they were there... looked on worriedly. Although they were sure that this was Logan and Camille's first fight, they were afraid of what this was going to lead to.
"Oh, and this is a really good one," Logan told his girlfriend, sarcasm dripping in his words. "You never, ever tell me about your past, or anything for that matter, because I simply "Wouldn't understand."
Things were silent for a couple seconds before Camille pulled herself together to speak, not wanting to yell at Logan anymore.
"Sounds like there are some things you haven't told me either," Camille said softly. "I told you that I would talk to you about this when I was ready. Why are you so hung up on this?"
"Because I love you Camille!" Logan said, his voice raising a little as he looked into Camille's eyes. "I love you so much, and it kills me knowing that you don't trust me enough to even let me get to know you." He said, taking her left hand in his.
Camille looked down again, avoiding his gaze when he sighed.
"You see, Cam? This is what I'm talking about. Are you afraid of me? Do you think I won't still love you or..." He trailed off, expecting Camille to protest to every word he had just said. When she didn't, he sighed again.
"Camille, I don't know how much further our relationship will go if we can't get over this obstacle," he said softly as Camille suddenly lifted her head, not liking where Logan was going with this.
Tears rolled down Camille's face. "Logan..." she said, her voice cracking.
"Maybe we should...take a break." Logan said, hating the fact that he had caused Camille to cry, but he thought that this was best for them right now.
Camille wiped her eyes. "You mean break up."
"No, no. I've been waiting for so long to finally be with you, and I don't want to do this, but I think I should give you some time to decide if you want to take the next step in our relationship." He told her, trying to keep his own tears from falling.
Camille swallowed, not knowing what to say, even though she knew Logan was right. He always was, but what she couldn't get him to grasp was that she did trust him, but she could see how he would mis interpret everything.
The next thing everyone knew, Camille had turned around, walking back down the sidewalk as Jo followed behind her.
Logan ran a hand through his hair and turned to his three best friends.
Carlos looked at everyone sadly. "Does this mean we aren't going to get ice-cream?"
Now before you guys KILL me, let me just say that this isn't what I had planned to happen, but it fits with how I want this story to go. And from now on, I will try my best not to write anymore short chapters. Haha, I feel like I'm not good enough for all of you(: Well thanks so much for your support!
-And for all of you who haven't read my story "Cranberry Juice" please do. I'm really proud of that story(:
-Oh, and there's something I've been meaning to ask you guys: Can you say RCM CBT Global Net Sanyoid three times really fast without stopping? Random, but I had to ask(: