A/N: Hey! Okay, so it's clearly not the weekend (again!) and I'm so sorry. I've been so busy, oh my God, but I'm here now! Sorry!

*~*~Anywho~*~*

Camille pushed open the heavy metal door to the ice rink, the cold air rushing over her skin and giving her goosebumps. The sound of skates scraping against the ice echoed through the large arena, and she stepped quietly into the dome. There were a few rows of seats, shabby wooden boards around the edges of the rink, and a set of stairs that led right down to the ice. She slowly walked down the steps, carefully placing each high-heeled foot onto the sticky cement.

Kendall's figure, clad in yellow and maroon, zipped around the ice. Camille had always thought of skating as something that stick thin girls in sparkly leotards did, leaping in the air and spinning like ice ballerinas. Watching now, she saw the precision and grace that he used, weaving his stick back and forth and taking sharp turns. It wasn't elegant and beautiful like the ice skaters were, but it sure as hell was equally impressive. She knew that when there were other guys on the ice, there were constant fights and checks, but all alone like this, Kendall looked really good. Even from her position up amongst the stands, Camille could tell that was where he was truly happy.

In that moment, she stopped. She considered turning back, leaving Kendall alone and in peace. She'd been sent here to make sure Kendall wasn't getting into any trouble, and clearly, he was fine. Wasn't she the one who had hurt him anyways? She'd rejected him, refused to choose him over Logan, and hidden him, like she was ashamed of him. She'd even lied to him, or at least not told him the truth, and made him go back to his old ways when times were at their worst. Obviously, Kendall was better off without her.

"Camille?"

Camille jumped, startled, and looked down towards where the voice was coming from. Kendall was standing at the base of the stairs, holding the face mask of his hockey helmet up.

"Um... hi," Camille said awkwardly, shifting her weight. She wondered how long he'd seen her standing there.

"H-h-hey," Kendall stuttered, "What are you doing here? I mean, not that it's bad that your here, it's not like I don't want you to be here, but I wasn't waiting for you to be here or anything I just-"

"James sent me," she said quietly.

"He sent you?" Kendall replied, raising an eyebrow, "Why?"

"He wanted me to make sure you wouldn't smoke," Camille said quietly, "so your addiction doesn't come back. He's... busy."

"Busy?"

"The way James is always busy," Camille told him, gulping and half-smiling, "You know, with a girl."

"Ahh," Kendall said. He paused, staring at the shiny ice and resting his hand on his hockey stick. The silence filled the air, the large dome seeming tiny and cramped.

"Wait," Kendall said, putting a hand in the air, "How did you know I smoke- used to smoke. Did James tell you?"

"Why do you think Logan saw James sneaking around with me?" Camille whispered. She slowly started to descend the steps again, taking them carefully and keeping her eyes locked on Kendall's. "I was there last night," she said quietly, "I went to get you with James. Kendall-" she put a hand over her face, taking a deep breath, "he was so... worried. Not himself at all. It was so surreal."

"What do you mean?" Kendall asked her, watching as she got to the bottom of the stairs. Camille stood in front of him, looking up into his bright green eyes. Kendall just stood where he was, looking at her. If this were another time, another day, another girl, he would've kissed her, right then and there.

It wasn't, however. It was his life. Kendall just stood there, looking at Camille with a blank expression. His face was flat, emotionless, and a little depressing.

"He was really... quiet," Camille finally said, "And he was scared. I mean, he was acting almost like he was pissed, and giving me the silent treatment. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was mad at me." she shook her head, her big brown eyes filled with pain, "But he was just scared, Kendall. He was worried about you."

Camille thought of James that night, how he'd been so intent on going to get Kendall. He was so clearly scared, but he kept his cool. He kept quiet. Maybe it was because if he didn't, he'd freak out, but either way he had, driving through the night, silent and dark. He'd kept his eyes fixed right on the road, even though no one could see a damn thing. With no idea where they were going, and fearing the worst, he'd kept driving. He was on a rescue mission, and it just had to be completed.

"Heroic," Camille finally said, "That's how he was."

Kendall nodded slowly, the look in his eyes distant. He didn't know what to say, do, or feel. Here he was, talking to the girl who drove him to rock bottom, having just made out with his best friend, scaring everyone he knew, and turning friends against eachother.

He needed some space. He needed to clear his head.

"You should go," Kendall said quietly, "I need some space. I- I can't do-"

"I get it," Camille whispered quietly. With that, she turned on her heel and started back up the steps. Kendall watched her curly hair bounce lightly as she walked away.

The door shut, leaving the rink dreadfully empty and vast.

Kendall sighed, gliding across the rink. He stopped at the wall, glancing back at the door. Maybe "space" wasn't such a good thing after all.

~*~*~Oops*~*~

James ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and running a hand through his smooth hair. He was really, really tired. He'd woken Kendall up, made excuses for him, gotten punched and accused by Logan, made out with Kendall, sent Camille on a small mission, and had sex with the new girl to cover up his cover up. It was just plain exhausting, and now, it was about to get worse.

He turned a small paper clip in his fingers, glancing down at the doorknob to Logan and Carlos's room. Sure enough, the key slit was turned horizontally, showing that it was locked. Sometimes Logan was so smart, but sometimes he was really, really dumb. James slipped the flattened end of his paper clip into the lock, twisting and pushing it until the lock clicked open.

"What the-" Logan said, jumping from his bed with a start. He wiped his red, puffy eyes, trying to make it look like it wasn't painfully obvious that he'd been crying.

"Logan, you know these locks are shit. If you really didn't want to talk to me, you would've left entirely," James said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed a chair from a nearby desk, pulling it infront of the door. Swinging one leg over the small frame of the chair, James sat down, legs straddled around the back of the chair and arms resting on the top.

"What do you want?" Logan asked quietly, "You already got my girlfriend, what more do you need?"

"I-" James paused. This wasn't going to be as easy as it had been last time. Now, he was a repeated offender. His sentence would be worse.

"Is there really something between you and Camille?" Logan asked, taking James by surprise. The pale boy ran his hands over his face, shaking his head slowly.

"I can't believe I'm even saying this," Logan said slowly, "but this has happened twice, that I know of. Maybe there's something there. Was I just getting in the way? I'd hate to be the reason you can't be happy." His eyes looked pained as he stared at James, who sat, mouth gaping.

"Listen, Logan," James said carefully, thinking of Kendall, slumped in an alley. What he needed was to hear those words spoken to him. It would help him a Hell of a lot.

"I," he continued, gulping. He wasn't even sure what to say, so he just spoke. "I'm really glad you see that way. That you're that chill. You're a really good guy, you know that?" he paused, rubbing his hands together and looking up at the ceiling. "That being said," James added, "Yeah, Camille does mean something to me. I just- I don't think we'd work out. And I really don't want to hurt you even more."

Logan couldn't help but smile a little, glancing sideways at James. A corner of his mouth raised, his signature crooked smile playing across his face. James got up off his chair and sat down next to the smaller guy, wrapping his arms around him. Logan returned the hug, feeling completely comfortable resting his face in the crook of James's shoulder.

"Thanks, James," Logan mumbled, "I'm sorry for punching you."

"I'm sorry for lying to you," James replied, biting his lip. He hadn't specified about what.

*~*~Yup~~*~*

A/N: So, yeah. That happened. Review and tell me what you thought! Sorry for this being so delayed and short and stuff.