Camille and Logan were seated next to each other on Camille's soft, fuzzy couch in the living room of her quaint apartment. They were far enough away from each other...in case they entered dangerous territory...but at the same time, they were close enough so that the distance between them wouldn't be questionable. Their eyes were glued to the television in front of them, occasionally sneaking quick glances in the other's direction.

Again, there was a different mood in the room. Before, they had been playful, happy and flirty. Now, as they waited for the brownies they had just made together finish baking, they were extremely distant from each other. Now that they knew their feelings would be confessed to one another, they were afraid of what might come of it. After all, they'd never actually talked to each other...at least about the aspects of their relationship, and after their sudden physical interactions, it made everything seem more difficult.

Logan cleared his throat. "So...um...how's Lucy?" he asked, finally allowing his eyes to look fully in Camille's direction.

Camille jolted in slight surprise. This was the first time Logan had engaged in conversation with her ever since she suggested that they watched TV ten minutes before, and in between that time, he had gotten three glasses of water, and went to the restroom a handful of times. It was almost as if he wanted any kind of an excuse to be away from her as possible, and that hurt her a little. The one thing she had learned in the past ten minutes was that it didn't exactly feel good hanging out with someone who didn't even want to be around you.

"Hm, I don't know Logan. Why don't you go and ask her? You obviously don't want to be here," she replied lowly, looking down at her hands.

If it wasn't for Logan absentmindedly watching Camille's every move, waiting nervously for her response, he probably wouldn't have heard what she had just said. But he did. He wasn't sure if she had meant for him to hear that or not. Either way, Logan couldn't help but feel like he was hurting her. He had noticed little changes in Camille's personality for the past week or so. She'd cried the week before. Actually broke down in front of him and cried. Not too long ago she had been on the verge of tears, and now she looked so small next to him. To make matters even worse...it was all his fault.

"Cami..."

"You know if you didn't want to come, why didn't you just say so?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as her eyes met his.

Right, Camille. Because it would have been SO easy to say no to you while you were practically begging me with your big brown eyes and pouty lips...

Logan stopped himself before his thoughts could take over him and ran a hand through his hair. "I...I'm sorry," he finally said, wishing he had something better to say to her.

"It's just...I scared myself last week, and I didn't know the best way to deal with how I felt. I thought that if I just stayed away from you for a while, then I would feel better, but I didn't mean to hurt you in the process," Logan apologized with caring eyes.

Even though the slight glare was still there, Camille's eyes softened.

"And do you feel better?" she asked expectantly.

He shook his head with a slight chuckle. "No. No not at all."

"You could have just talked to me about it. I scared myself, too. I guess...I just got so caught up in my emotions that I didn't know how to deal with it all," Camille admitted. "And when I came over to your apartment that night...it was either going to be so that I could tell you that I wanted to be with you...or so that I could tell you that I was tired of your crap and wanted to break off...whatever it was that was going on between us."

Logan swallowed. "And which one was it?" he asked.

"See that's the problem. I don't know which one it was," she said, looking slightly frustrated. "I just wish that we could be in the same room without running away from each other or kissing each other every chance we get. I wish...I wish we could just be friends. Real friends. Not the version of friends that you and I have created over the past few weeks or so. We've gotten really close lately, and I don't want to mess up what we have because we couldn't have any self control," Camille finished, a couple of tears beginning to prick through the corners of her eyes. Tears. Tears that made Logan think that Camille wasn't telling him something.

"Is...is that really what you want?" Logan asked. He wasn't entirely sure if he agreed with what Camille had just told him. He was completely and utterly conflicted.

Camille bit the side of her lip, something that Logan had noted as something she did when she was nervous. He adored that about her.

"I-y-yes," she stuttered out. "You're going on a world tour soon...and...and my movie starts production in a few weeks...and I just don't think it would be a good idea to have things so complicated between us right now."

Logan slowly felt his heart sink lower and lower by the second. She had said exactly what he was afraid she would say. She didn't want him. She wanted to be friends. She wanted to move on.

"You're right," Logan says. He put on a small smile. "Maybe...maybe we should try and be friends for a while."

Camille's tears finally rolled down her delicate cheeks as she scooted closer to Logan so that she could engulf him into a warm embrace. Logan sighed and squeezed back, burying his nose into her silky curls. This hug felt...different. Something about it made him never want to let go of her. It almost felt like they were...breaking up.

Logan felt Camille pull away from their embrace slightly and looked down to meet her eyes. He wanted to ask her why she was crying. He wanted to make her feel better. And as she looked up at him with those tear stained cheeks, he slowly felt himself wanting to kiss her.

As if she was reading his mind, warning flashed across Camille's eyes. It was a settle action, but it was enough for Logan to understand that she was serious about wanting to be friends. She had meant what she said.

"So...what do we do now?" Logan asked when they finally pulled away.

Camille glanced over at the clock and grinned. "The brownies should be just about done. Let's start there."


"How was your date Logan?" Carlos asked as his taller friend sat down in between him and Kendall on their couch.

Logan simply shrugged.

Kendall frowned. "Hey what's wrong, buddy? You always look like the happiest man alive after you visit Camille," he said.

"Did you bring the brownies?" Carlos asked eagerly, cringing under the annoyed look Kendall sent in his direction.

Logan reached for the plastic bag next to him and tossed it to Carlos, who immediately tore into the package. Once his mouth was full of food, he turned his attention to Logan.

"So what's going on?"

Logan hesitated. He didn't know how he could explain this to them without it sounding like it didn't make any sense.

"Camille says that she wants to be friends," he finally told them.

Kendall cocked his head to the side. "Weren't you guys already friends?" he asked.

"I don't know," Logan said thoughtfully, staring into space. "Apparently we weren't, as far as Camille is concerned. The more I think about it, the more I start to realize that maybe she's right. We were in this confusing in between thing for so long that we never really took the time to even try being friends."

"If you agree with her, then why are you so down about it?" Carlos asked.

Logan ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not sure why."

"Well you have to have some kind of idea of how you feel, otherwise you wouldn't have walked in here looking like someone kicked your puppy," Kendall said.

Logan sighed. "Guys, I'm just not ready to talk about this right now, okay? I'm fine. Camille and I just had a nice friendly talk over a friendly batch of brownies...and you know what? I had a really good time," Logan said, the tone of his voice sounding as if he was trying to convince himself of something.

Kendall put his hands in the air. "If you're okay with settling for a 'good time' instead of going after what you really want, I can't stop you," he says, Carlos nodding his head in agreement.

"You don't think Camille and I can be friends?" Logan asked.

Kendall and Carlos exchanged glances before bursting out into laughter, as if that was the most ridiculous thing in the world...which it kind of was.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Okay, dumb question...Where's James?" he asked, looking around the apartment.

"In his room grinning like an idiot," Kendall replied after his laughter had subsided. "Oh, and Kelly called. We have been invited to a Teen Vogue Young Hollywood Party tomorrow night," he added.

"Sweet," Logan said with a smile. It would be nice to just go out and have fun for a change. Maybe it would get his mind off of...things.

Kendall stood up from his spot on the couch and stretched. "Come on, we have to get to dance rehearsal soon, and getting James out of his 'lovey dovey' state of mind is going to take enough time as it is," he said.

Carlos and Logan looked at each other. "He's right," they agreed before following Kendall down the hall to James' room.


A/N: Hey you guys. I'm really sorry that I took so long to update this. I was dying to, believe me. Anywho, I've gotten to be really doubtful about this story for some reason...this chapter in particular. It just seems...worse than my other three. Either that, or I'm just having one of those doubty author days... This story just seems like my best work and I've been feeling really self conscious about it.

But regardless of any of that, I really appreciate all of the amazing reviews you guys keeping giving me. They help me out more than you know.

-There will be more of Logan's conflicting thoughts in the next chapter. I have a lot of fun writing him(:

-Oh, and can we all just take a moment to appreciate how AMAZING Big Time Rush is doing on their tour? I've watched a few videos... and they're just awesome. I wish I could see them live, though...

-Okay, I'm rambling, and for some reason all of my authors notes get ridiculously long...but I just love talking to you all. Bye for now!