Virgos do not like to talk about their problems because they hate to appear weak or vulnerable.

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"Ouch!" Logan yelped as he was jabbed in the thigh with a pin. Riley barely glanced up at him, removing the pin that was sitting between her lips, jabbing it into the stuffed, red '11' billiards ball strapped to her wrist. "Would you be careful?"

"Would you stop moving?" Riley asked, sitting back on her heels, shaking her head. "This'd go a lot faster if you stopped wiggling around, mate. I don't have to do this you know." She reached towards the footstool that sat near her, grabbing the partially eaten Ring Pop that was sitting on a plate, and stuck it in her mouth.

"I know, I know," Logan said with a heavy sigh, "and I appreciate you coming in to help." He glanced around the half straightened, half cluttered costume closet of Rocque Records as Riley went back to finishing altering his clothes. "I really do."

"Wouldn't bring the Ring Pop if you didn't," Riley replied, hooking the candy to her finger before continuing what she was doing. "So, what's with the—for a lack of better words—big time rush on altercations?" She stood up, pulling the tape measure that hung around her neck. "Gustavo practically broke the speaker on my phone commanding me to come down here."

"We've got an important meeting with Griffin coming up," Logan explained, spreading his arms out to the sides, slowly spinning in a circle as Riley indicated. "The press is going to be there and everything; we're announcing our third album and our summer tour."

"Ah, which explains all the boxes of clothes from James," Riley replied, nodding her head towards the stack of boxes in the corner. "New tour, new look, new James." She sighed, stepping back. "You're looking fine, mate."

"Thanks, Landy, I really appreciate this," Logan said as he dropped his arms to his sides. Logan's smile quickly turned into a look of pain as she pulled is hand back, having just jabbed his palm. "Ouch."

"Ooh, must've left a pin in there," Riley said, making a face. "But, while we're on the topic of new looks—"

"I'm not cutting my hair," Logan said with a heavy sigh as Riley stepped forward to pull the pin out of the fabric. "I don't get what everyone's complaining about."

"Your hair is as crunchy as Patrick's," Riley replied, deadpan as she stuck the pin into the billiards ball. "I'm happy you don't use as much gel, but I've gotta admit, it looked better when you first got here, not too short, not too long. You looked cute."

"And now?" Logan asked, stepping off the stool, motioning for her to hand him his jeans. He then moved to stand behind a rack of clothes as he changed.

"You're buff," Riley replied. Logan could practically hear the smirk in her voice. "But, I'd take the time to define your muscles a little more."

Logan pretended to cry, sniffing loudly, as he zipped up his pants, buttoned them and then stepped back out from behind the clothes as she started to pack up. "Are you saying I'm fat?" he asked in a mock high-pitched voice.

"I'm saying lift some weights to show some cuts, that's all," Riley replied, putting her hands up defensively. "You've gained muscle mass from everything, which is great, it's just been kinda sitting in your adorable face." She said the last part in kind of a baby voice, reaching out her hands to pinch his cheeks.

"Stop," Logan said with a small laugh, pushing her hands away. "You better not let Camille hear you say that."

"What? My calling you adorable? You are, Logie-Bear," Riley said, waving her hand in the air, "you all are." She paused and looked over at Logan. "Don't tell James I said that." Logan grinned, miming the 'zip your lip' motion. "I know she's kinda…protective of you, but she gets our friendship. Besides, she'd tell me if it was bothering her."

"Yeah," Logan replied with a nod, "you're right."

Camille had gotten better with how protective of Logan she was after a while. When she first met him, she would pretty much warn every girl that got ten feet near him, that she was interested and that she should back off. Logan thought it was odd at first, as he couldn't quite understand why Camille liked him, but once he returned her feelings did he just see that she wasn't afraid to show her emotions towards him at all. He chalked it up to how many acting classes she's taken over the years; it was hard to have her not take risks, both acting wise and in real life.

They did have their ups and downs, breaking up and getting back together a few times (one of the main reasons being that James and Camille kissed, something that really hurt Logan, despite it not being either of their intentions), but they knew they worked well together. And whenever they did break up, Logan was just anxious for the day for them to get back together. He missed being apart from her, but he knew that in some cases they just needed some time to cool off from each other.

While he was gone on his "All Over the World" tour he talked to Camille a few times, keeping their friendship growing, and he found that he wanted to get back together with her as soon as they got back. But, was worried when she didn't tackle him the minute she saw him. It was something she always did; showing her excitement of having him back. When he learned that she was just trying not to be too forward that time around, did he realize how much he cared for her.

"You're such a worry wart," Riley said with a shake of her head. "Anyway—" She and Logan jumped as the door to the costume closet was practically kicked open and Patrick and Noah made their way inside, with Lizzie and Katie following behind. "G'day, sheilas."

"Hey, Riles," Lizzie greeted her with a small wave, hiking her purse up her shoulder as Katie moved to give her a hug. "We're ready to go."

"Go?" Riley repeated.

"You said you'd take us ice skating, remember?" Katie asked, brushing her hair from her face.

"Was that today?" Riley asked before slapping herself in the forehead. "I completely forgot. Rhubes and I said we'd go with Ronan and Matt to check out some bands down in Orange County, today." Matt was one of the main reasons as to the Jacksons being discovered in America. He was an old friend of Ronan's and his job at Blazing Phoenix Records was to go around searching for possible new clients.

"And to think all we've done for you," Patrick said, slowly shaking his head from side to side, crossing his arms over his chest. "You couldn't sacrifice one day to cart us around."

"I decided not to kill you all these years, I think that's sacrifice enough," Riley deadpanned, looking annoyed as Patrick laid his arm on top of her head. She and Rhuben both hated it when their younger brothers grew taller than them.

"It's no big deal, Pat," Noah said, with a shake of his head, brushing his long hair out of his face. "They always cart us around. We're the ones without our licenses." He gave Riley a patient smile. "We can take the bus."

"I knew there was a reason I liked you more," Riley replied, giving Noah a grin. He gave her a brief grin as Patrick rolled his eyes. "Not as much as Sydney, though." It was Noah's turn to roll his eyes.

"If we're going to go, then let's get going," Katie said impatiently, planting her hands on her hips. "I want to have some skating time before the hockey bozos take over."

"Say 'hi' to your brother for me," Riley said with a smirk, causing the four teens to laugh.

"I'll take them Riles," Logan offered, slipping his feet into his shoes. He stomped hard on the ground, twice, forcing his feet in without untying the laces. Riley silently raised her eyebrows. "It's no problem. In fact, I'm sure Camille would like to go ice skating, too."

"No offense, but—"

Lizzie slapped her hand over Patrick's mouth, stopping him from finishing his sentence. "We really appreciate it, Logan," she said, batting her eyelashes in Logan's direction as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Noah frowned, looking unsure.

"It's no problem at all," Logan repeated, quickly typing out a text.

Logan: You + Me = ice skating and hot chocolate?

He didn't have to wait long for a response.

Camille: I'll bring the blanket ;)

Logan: Taking, Pat/No and Co. Riles is headed to the OC.

Camille: Sure, no problem. See you in a few.

"Yeah, she's fine with it," Logan announced, grabbing his car keys to the Big Time Rush mobile and his wallet. "Don't worry about a thing, Landy. I'll bring them back, too. We're just going to have to get Camille from the Palm Woods before we go."

"Thanks, Logie," Riley replied, running her fingers through her hair. "I owe you one."

"I'll remember that," Logan said and Riley laughed a little bit.

"You sure it's not a problem?" Riley pressed.

"Yes," Logan said, turning back to face her as the four friends made their way out of the room. "Why are you so worried?"

"You know me, Logie, I worry about everything," Riley replied with a shake of her head, a grim look on her face. It then suddenly switched to a grin. "I just don't want to put out the birthday boy, that's all." She quickly caught the look on his face. "Don't make a big deal about it, Logan. We just think you deserve to have all the attention on you. We'll talk about it, later. I promise. Ok?"

"Ok," Logan replied with a sigh. "I'll see you later."

"See ya," Riley replied, looking distracted as she looked around for her stuff. "Oh! And Gustavo wanted me to tell you that you have morning rehearsal tomorrow."

Logan briefly closed his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. He pulled up Camille's number on his phone, lifting it to his ear as he trailed behind the four friends. He loved being out in California, but there were times when he just wanted to drop everything and relax and just be Logan, not Logan Mitchell from Big Time Rush.

"Well, it's about time," Katie said with a heavy sigh as they pulled up into the parking lot of the ice rink. She was the first one out of the car. "I think a snail passed us on the way over here."

"A grandmother in a walker," Patrick added, slamming the car door shut behind him. He then crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the red car. "One without wheels."

"Just ignore them," Noah said to Logan and Camille, giving his friend an apologetic smile. "Thanks for driving us."

"We'll get out of your hair," Lizzie added, looping her arms through Patrick and Noah's before dragging them off towards the building. They made their way inside, instantly noticing the difference in temperature as they went to get their skates. "You could've been nicer."

"He was driving kinda slow," Noah commented, bent over his shoes, quickly unknotting the shoelaces before pulling his feet out. He sat up, tossing his hair out of his head. "Better than Riles, I guess, who drives too fast."

"I've got a need for speed, baby," Patrick grinned, clapping his hands together, "on the road and on the ice."

"Oh, please," Katie said rolling her eyes as she got to her feet, being the first one done putting on her skates. "That's only if you can keep standing." Patrick's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't say anything as he pulled out his lip rings.

"Hold these for me?" he asked, holding them out to Lizzie. Noah quickly did the same thing with his piercings.

"Sure," Lizzie replied, taking the rings in one hand. With the other, she dug through her purse, found a plastic Ziploc bag, and put the lip rings inside, zipping it shut. "Good thing I had an extra one of these." She then laced up her skates and got to her feet, wobbling slightly.

"I'll be done in a minute," Noah said, continuing to tie his laces. "Pat, Katie, why don't you go without us?"

"It's ok, we'll wait," Katie replied, waving at Logan and Camille who were already out on the ice, holding hands as they skated. She then moved to sit down beside Noah.

"Good reason to," Lizzie said with a grin, "someone's totally got the hots for you, Kates."

"Huh?" Katie asked, looking over at Lizzie. Lizzie nodded her head to the other side of the storage area.

"Look over there," she replied. Patrick and Noah followed her direction, Katie shortly after. "That hot guy is seriously checking you out!" Sure enough, some guy was looking in their direction. His hazel eyes stayed for a moment before he gave a shy smile, waving.

"He could be looking at you," Katie said, turning her gaze from him getting to her feet. She reached out for Patrick's arm. "Come on, I want to get some skating in before they bring out the zamboni." She started to waddle away, and stopped when he didn't move after her.

"He's coming over..." he said, glancing over at her, looking amused. "I think that he wants to talk to you."

"Come on, let's go!" Katie said, giving his arm a hard tug, nearly knocking him off balance. "Look, Noah's done." She dragged Patrick over to the opening of the ice rink and stepped gingerly on the ice, skating forward a little bit to give her friends room to join her.

"You handled that well," Patrick commented as he instantly grabbed onto the wall of the rink, making a squeaky noise in the back of his throat as he nearly lost his balance.

"Shut up," Katie groaned, her cheeks turning pink due to a mixture of embarrassment and the cold temperature. "I'm just not as outgoing or confident about myself as you are, ok?" She blushed harder at the statement. Katie hated talking about her feelings almost as much as the Jacksons did.

"It's a good thing you hang out with me, then," Lizzie said with a smile, putting her arm around Katie's shoulders. "I'll have you out of your shell in no time."

"Let's not all forget the one she's got a crush on," Patrick said with a grin as he straightened himself up. He put his arms out to the sides, making sure he kept his balance, before standing up straight.

"In your dreams, Pat," Katie said with a laugh, shaking her head. "You know I don't buy your egotistic crap."

"Blame James for that one," Noah muttered, sliding his hands into his jeans pockets.

Which was true; James had practically sculpted Patrick into being his "mini me" caring so much about his hair and his good looks. Patrick used that to as a way to joke around a lot, but he did take it some-what seriously.

Lizzie looked over at him, noticing that he was staring off at a spot outside of the rink. "You ok?"

"Mhm," Noah said with a nod, turning back to look at her, his cheeks tinged a pale pink. "That guy's still looking over here." He gave a brief smile. "Figured if I stared back, he'd get creeped out." He gave a shrug, scratching the back of his neck. The action knocked him off balance and he windmilled his arms to keep himself standing up. "Whoop!" His three friends winced as he fell hard onto his side, smacking the ice with his hip.

"You ok, Buddy?" Patrick asked squatting down next to his brother.

Hearing the sound of blades scraping against ice, he looked towards the entrance and saw the same boy from before stepping out onto the ice. He merely looked in their direction before easily gliding past. He then spun around, skating backwards, giving them a warm smile before turning, skating off. Patrick frowned, turning to look over at Katie, who suddenly seemed flustered.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Noah said moving to sit down on the ice before offering his hands to be pulled to his feet. "Maybe I should just watch. You know I hate the cold."

"Nonsense!" Lizzie said with a shake of her head as she helped pull him to his feet. "You'll get the hang of it and by the time you're actually moving, you won't feel the cold." She cringed as she watched Noah take another fall onto the ice, this time bringing Patrick down with him.

"Trust me," Noah said with a sigh, as he slowly stood up again, brushing off the seat of his pants which were now damp, "I'll feel the cold alright."

"Well, not everyone's a natural," Katie said, shaking her head. "I've just had years of practice back home on the pond."

"And we're meant to be on warm, moving, water," Patrick pointed out, jerking his thumb over at his brother before jabbing himself in the chest. He let out a heavy sigh. "This was a bad idea. Let's just get some hot chocolate and play in the arcade." He slowly made his way back to the entrance. "I'm paying."

"Well aren't you a gentleman?" Lizzie commented with a small laugh as they made their way off the ice.

"For once in his life," Katie added, causing the two girls to start laughing.

"Shut up," Patrick all but snapped, rolling his eyes.

Katie and Lizzie exchanges glances, looking over at Noah for an explanation, but he stayed silent, giving a brief shrug of his shoulders before motioning for the two girls to go ahead of him. He glanced back over his shoulder at the ice, trying to spot Logan and Camille to tell him where they were going. But, instead, he caught the eye of the boy from before. He turned his head and followed his friends off the rink.

"Don't worry about him," Noah muttered as they all wobbled their way over to their storage lockers, "we're all just a little on edge lately." The two girls gave him curious looks. "If it's one thing Robert never failed to do, it was to celebrate our birthdays with us; good or bad. We're just a little worried he's going to come around or something. Bring up memories, y'know?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "We don't want any of the guys to worry. That's why Riles and Rhubes wanted separate parties this year; just in case." He slid his hands into his pockets. "Ronan says he'll make sure their birthday is great. He's been really good at keeping our minds off of stuff like that, lately." He then gave the girls an awkward smile, and before either of them could say anything else, he hurried off to join his brother.

A/N: Again, just in case anyone is confused, the virgo "quotes" at the top kind of give a summary as to what happens in the chapter (like I did with song quotes), not necessarily because Logan, Rhuben, or Riley will be in it. And as I said before, you'll be seeing things from everybody in this fic as they have their own little subplots, but the Camille/Logan/Rhuben one is the main plot.

Hope you guys liked this chapter.

-Rhubes