A/N: Okay, now I'm on a roll. I know what I want to do at least through Chapter 8, maybe even Chapter 9. So yeah, updates shouldn't be few and far in between. I just have to flesh everything out. For those of you who have stuck by my side, you have no idea how much that means to me. I know I may have lost some followers when I didn't update for over two weeks, but for those of you who remained loyal to me, I sincerely appreciate it. Getting review alerts never fails to brighten up my day.

Disclaimer: Do I even really need to write anything here? You should know by now that I own nothing. Besides, who even reads this part? I bet I could write complete rubbish here, and no one will know…

Big Time Disaster

Father Knows Best

Camille's father's POV

So Camille was still mad at me. I didn't understand it at all. It's not like I did anything wrong. She refused to talk to me. She refused to sit down and eat a meal with me. She refused to even be in the same room as me. The only time I got to enjoy her company was when she had to go to an audition, which lately has been very rarely. Her heart just doesn't seem to be in it anymore. I bet I know why too. Logan.

I was so infuriated by this whole situation that I wanted to pull my hair out. I had done my best to keep the two of them apart. I had done my best to get Camille to move on and forget about him. It was all in vain though. They were like one of those couples that even when they weren't together, they were together. Logan was like a little annoying cockroach. Try as I may, I couldn't squash him. He kept coming back. It was driving me crazy.

I would be lying if I said that Camille giving me the cold shoulder didn't hurt. It did. It hurt a lot. She had always been daddy's little girl. Now, for the first time, I could tell a rift was forming between the two of us. I felt her slipping away. I knew I was losing her…to him.

I don't know. Maybe a part of me was jealous of Logan. Camille did seem to care more about him than she did me. I guess that would explain why I resented Logan. She was growing closer to him, but at my expense. He was the reason she was slipping away from me.

My reasons for coming between the two of them weren't entirely selfish though. I really was trying to protect her from him. Nothing in the world mattered more to me than keeping her from getting hurt. He was a part of a boy band for crying out loud. He was bound to hurt her. What if he got famous and left Camille behind, or worse fell in love with someone else? Camille would be devastated. Or what if his Hollywood dream was crushed? He'd go back to Minnesota, and leave Camille behind. Once again, Camille would be devastated. So no matter what, this wasn't going to be a fairy tale ending for the two of them.

"Dad, we need to talk," Camille said.

I was actually surprised she spoke to me. Those were the first words she had said to me in days now. As elated as that made me feel, I had a sneaking suspicion that this talk would only lead to the two of us fighting with one another again. A feeling of dread came over me.

"You need to butt out of my personal life," she stated.

How dare she talk to me like that! I raised her better than this! I taught her good values! Things like respecting your elders and minding your tongue.

"Excuse me?" I replied, upset.

"I'm sixteen years old!"

"Exactly! You're still a kid! You might think you know what you want, but you don't know! You're too young to really know! Plus, I will do whatever I please. As long as you are living under my roof, you play by my rules. I'm the adult here. You have to listen to what I say!"

I couldn't stand fighting with Camille. I knew I was facing an uphill battle. I helped raise Camille. I knew that once she set her mind on something, she wouldn't stop until she got or did what she wanted. She had always been like that. She had always been stubborn. I was the same way. Maybe she got it from me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Camille asked.

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I responded.

"You're a real piece of work, Dad!"

See? There she goes again blaming me. It's not my fault she's in this mess. If anyone is to blame, it's Logan. He's the one who has been acting all hot and cold around her. He's the reason she's been crying. He's the root of all her troubles. Typical Camille. Always overreacting. Teenagers…

"Why do you hate Logan so much?" she inquired.

"I think a better question would be why don't I hate Logan so much. That question has fewer answers," I commented.

"I hate you so much right now!"

"You'll get over it."

She would too. She was passionate about anything and everything she did. However, she couldn't maintain that level of passion all the time. In time, she'd forgive me. It might not be right now. It might not be within an hour. It might not even be today. It might not even be this week. She would forgive me though eventually. I took comfort in that.

She looked torn. A part of her looked like she wanted to stay and continue to give me a piece of her mind. The rest of her was so furious with me that she couldn't even bear to be in the same room as me, much less look at me or talk to me anymore.

"Look honey, I am your father. I know what's best for you," I said.

"No you don't! You just think you do, but you're wrong!" she retorted.

"Camille, sweetie, I know how this story ends. I've seen it time and time again with you. Logan's not the first guy you've had a crush on. There have been plenty before him. It's always the same story. You are crazy about him, but unfortunately, he's not as crazy about you. When you realize it, you spiral out of control. You become depressed. One time you were depressed for an entire month! I'm not going to let that happen again. Not on my watch!"

"You're wrong! Logan's different! With those other guys, it was an unrequited love. They didn't like me back. Logan does! Look at all he's done for me. He was the first guy to ask me out. He was the first guy to take me to a school dance. He even shot a horrible music video just so I could stay here at The Palm Woods. What other guy would do that? If that doesn't show he cares about me, if that doesn't show that he likes me, then I don't know what does."

I didn't understand what Camille was trying to accomplish by telling me those things. Was she trying to sway me? If so, she was failing miserably.

"He cares about you. He likes you. For now. Those are the operative words. Sooner or later, you'll scare him off just like you have all those other guys," I said. I immediately wanted to take those words back as soon as they left my mouth.

"How could you say that? So, I'm the one to blame?" Camille replied.

"That's not what I meant!"

"It sure sounded like it to me!"

I grabbed her shoulder as she turned around to leave the room. She flinched from the contact. Then, she proceeded to roughly shove me backwards.

"Don't touch me! Don't talk to me!" Camille exclaimed hysterically.

"Sweetie—"

"Don't 'Sweetie' me! You are no longer my best friend! You are no longer my dad! You are nothing to me!"

I stood there and watched as Camille walked out the front door, slamming the door shut behind her. This was bad. This was really bad. I couldn't stomach the thought that this time, I might have lost my daughter for good. I had a pretty good idea where Camille was going—or rather who she was going to go see. Logan.

I pulled out my cell phone. Desperate times called for desperate measures. What I had in mind would probably make Camille hate me even more. According to her though, I was nothing to her, so you can't get much worse than that. I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain.

I was a man of connections. I had acquaintances from practically all walks of life. Even here in Los Angeles I had connections. There were former classmates here. There were former friends here. There were people who owed me favors here—favors I was ready to cash in on.

As it turned out, I happened to have a lawyer friend who owed me such a favor. I called him up to have some paperwork drawn. Once this particular document was signed, sealed, and delivered, Camille would have no choice but to leave Logan alone once and for all.

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3rd Person Omniscient POV

Camille went to Apartment 2J to see Logan. When she knocked on the door, she was hoping one of three people would answer—Mrs. Knight, Carlos, or Logan. When the door opened, it was none of those people. It was Kendall.

"Can I see Logan?" I asked.

"No," Kendall replied as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Look, I know you're mad at me—"

"You bet I'm mad at you!"

"If you'd just let me explain—"

"Save your breath!"

Camille wasn't blind. Camille wasn't oblivious. She was fully aware that the bond Kendall shared with Logan rivaled the bond that she shared with Logan. She knew that Kendall was fiercely protective of Logan. Camille realized that she'd have a far better chance had James answered the door.

"Well, I'm not leaving until I talk to Logan," Camille said, folding her arms over her chest.

"Well, then I guess you won't be leaving. Have fun waiting outside the door," Kendall remarked before slamming the door shut in her face.

Camille knew that Kendall was mad at her. Unbeknownst to her though, Kendall had been trying to persuade Logan to forget about her and move on. All the while her father had been in her ear about ending things with Logan, Kendall had been in Logan's ear about ending things with Camille.

She pulled out her cell phone. She dialed the number she had memorized by heart.

"Camille?" Logan answered.

"Logan! How are you? I heard about your ankle. I've been wanting to see you. I'm right outside your front door now, but Kendall won't let me in," Camille stated.

"I've been wanting to see you too."

Both teenagers were like star crossed lovers. Both of their hearts swelled with a great sense of hope upon hearing that they both had been wanting to see each other. No matter what or who tried to get in their way, Camille and Logan were bound and determined to work things out.

"Hold on, okay? Kendall!" Logan shouted.

Afterwards, Logan must've put his hand over the phone because Camille couldn't make out what was going on between Kendall and Logan. All she heard on the other end was silence.

"Why won't you let Camille in?" Logan asked.

"She's not welcome here," Kendall replied.

"Maybe not by you, but I would like to see her."

Carlos entered the bedroom that the four boys shared with one another.

"What's going on? I heard yelling," Carlos said.

"Camille stopped by. She's actually waiting outside the door as we speak. Carlos, talk some sense into Logan. Tell him it's a mistake letting her in," Kendall instructed.

"Why would I do that? I think he should talk to Camille," Carlos replied.

Kendall's eyes widened in horror. Even Logan was surprised by Carlos's response.

"Are you crazy? Did you hit you head when you weren't wearing your helmet or something?" Kendall commented.

"No. He likes Camille. She likes him. They both want to work things out. Who am I to come between that?" Carlos asked.

Kendall was completely beside himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was bad enough that Logan wasn't willing to give up on Camille. Now Carlos was siding with her too? What on Earth was going on?

"Have you forgotten all that she's done to Logan, Carlos? She broke up with him. She kissed another guy. He was thinking about her when he sprained his ankle. Now I don't know about you, but I am not going to just sit back and watch as she hurts him again!" Kendall exclaimed.

"There are two sides to every story, Kendall! Have you even given Camille a chance to explain her side of the story?" Carlos asked.

Kendall averted his gaze, breaking the eye contact he had with Carlos. That was all the answer Carlos needed though.

Meanwhile, outside the door to Apartment 2J, a man in a suit walked up to the door, and knocked. Camille had never seen this guy before in her life, yet she had a bad feeling about him.

Kendall left Carlos and Logan to go answer the door.

"Camille, I told you that you can't see—" Kendall started to say before he saw that it wasn't Camille on the other side of the door. It was some guy in a suit. "Logan."

Kendall noticed that the stranger had an envelope in his hand.

"Logan Mitchell?" the guy in a suit asked.

"No," Kendall replied. "Hey, Logan? There's some guy at the door asking for you!"

Logan hobbled over to the front door on his crutches. Neither Logan nor Kendall quite knew what to think about this strange development.

"Logan Mitchell?" the stranger said to Logan.

"Yeah," Logan answered meekly.

The stranger pressed the envelope against Logan's chest. He had little choice but to take the envelope from the guy in the suit.

"You've been served," the stranger said, before turning around and leaving.

Carlos had wasted little time joining Kendall and Logan at the front door. He had heard everything. The three best friends stood there stunned. Logan eyed the envelope in his shaking hand. Even Camille was curious. She stood in the doorway of the still open door.

"What is that?" Camille asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't know," Logan replied. "I'm afraid to find out."

Three pairs of eyes were trained on Logan. He mustered up his courage, and opened up the envelope. He unfolded the piece of paper inside, and skimmed it. He let out a gasp.

"Well?" Kendall prodded.

"It's a restraining order. I'm not supposed to come within fifty feet of Camille," Logan answered.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Ha! Bet you didn't see that coming. Or maybe you did. I don't know. Anyways, oddly enough, I'm really enjoying writing Camille's father. I just have no idea why. He's so mean. Let me know what you think.