"What do I do?"
James had run upstairs freaking out. Half of his closet was already on the floor, and he was still going at it.
"You know, you could always cancel," said Camille.
Logan had followed right after, and Camille followed Logan. Logan was laying down on James's bed while Camille sat on Carlos's.
James turned around.
"Are you mad?"
Logan and James both turned to her. Logan had a questioning look on his face, but James looked like he was about to draw a gun.
"What?" Camille asked. "This looks like it's causing James a lot of stress, and stress can make your hair fall out! Especially with the amount of hair products be puts in his hair! Plus, people with thin hair are more likely to go bald."
"Bald?"
James screamed and ran to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. Logan turned his head toward Camille.
"Really?" he asked.
"What? It's true!"
Logan sighed and got up from James' bed. He walked over to the door of the bathroom and knocked.
"Go away! Must salvage hair!"
Camille walked up behind Logan and hugged him.
"I'm sorry. I guess I don't know when to keep my mouth shut, but I honestly thought he was too stressed."
"It's okay. You just don't know James like I do. Never mention hair loss in front of him unless it is that of his enemies."
"Silly me."
Logan sighed and held on to his girlfriend. He didn't know how he was going to get James out of this mess. What else could go wrong?
That was when Carlos burst through the door.
"I had sex!"