Allie and Logan played Scattergories for a while. Carlos came in and joined them for a bit but soon became bored and went to sit by the pool. After a few rounds Allie decided to get to the root of the problem.
"So have you thought any more about getting Camille back? The candle-lit dinner?" she asked carefully.
Logan sighed. "I don't know, Allie. Every time I think about it…I just have this feeling that it won't work."
"Why?" asked Allie, surprised.
"I don't know…it's just a feeling…"
"Well, we won't know if it'll work until we try. But when should we do it? We could probably do it tonight," Allie suggested.
"I don't know…"
"Don't you want Camille back?" Allie asked, suddenly accusing, taking on a new tactic, "Because I don't think you really do." Even Allie was surprised at herself for adding that last sentence.
"Of course I do," said Logan, surprised. He then got a determined look on his face. "We'll do it tonight."
Sadly, it didn't happen 'tonight.' And it didn't happen for a long time, for instead, somebody had decided to start a rumor about Allie and Logan, which, of course, Camille heard.
Allie and Logan had finished one last round of Scattergories and then had planned. James could be the waiter, Kendall and Jo could get Camille to come to the pool, Carlos could distract Bitters (and Kendall could help/make sure that Carlos didn't get into too much trouble) because nobody was allowed at Palm Woods pool after dark (and since Bitters had never had a girlfriend he wouldn't be very sympathetic to their cause), and Allie could help make the food. And the best part was that since the tiny balcony of apartment 2J overlooked the pool, Allie would have a front row seat to watch everything happen (and of course she didn't tell this to Logan). So everything was planned. Now they just had to convince everybody to help out…
Allie decided to work on James first. She went to the pool, where you could almost always find James, tanning. But before she could reach James none other than Camille appeared in front of her.
"How dare you?" she screamed, clearly serious and not acting, "How dare you talk romantic dinners with my boyfriend! How dare you spend the whole day with him playing Scattergories!"
Allie looked at Camille for a split second, stunned. Camille was freaking out over Scattergories?
"For your information, the romantic dinner we were talking about was for you. And I've been playing Scattergories with Logan ever since we were 5. I mean, seriously. It's a board game. And to tell you the truth, I don't think you deserve Logan," Allie said in a burst of anger. Then she suddenly realized what she had said. She looked around.
Everybody around the pool was looking at them. Logan was standing out on the little balcony, his hands gripping the railing as if for dear life, his knuckles white. His face had a surprised yet angry look on it, as if saying how could you? Nobody said anything.
Allie suddenly ran inside, straight up to her room. How could she have done such a thing? Now Logan had no chance with Camille. She had ruined everything. If only she hadn't come. If only…
These thoughts flashed through Allie's head as she hurriedly threw her clothing into her suitcase. She took her duffel bag and threw all of her painting materials into it, her vision blurred by tears. She had to leave. If she stayed here, all she would do was make it worse. And she wouldn't be able to stand the boys being mad at her. She just had to get away.
Allie looked at the clock. 6 o'clock pm. Perfect. This was when almost everybody ate dinner; the lobby would be nearly empty. Allie crept out of her room as quietly as possible. She taped a note to the door of her room, for the guys. She then went to the elevator, relieved to find that nobody was in it. Now if she could only get down to the lobby without anybody else getting on…perfect. Allie walked over to the counter and rung the bell. Bitters came out of the back with a plate of spaghetti.
"What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed tone, for this girl had just interrupted his dinner.
"I'm checking out," she said.
"Check out time is between 4 pm and 6 pm. It is currently," Bitters consulted a clock, "6:15."
"But can you please make an exception?" Allie pleaded.
"Oh all right," said Bitters. The faster he got this over with the faster he could get to his pasta.
It took about 7 minutes to check out and Allie was ready to go back to Minnesota. But first…
James had been stunned by what he'd seen. Allie almost never lost her temper, but when she did…
James looked up at their balcony, noticing Logan for the first time. Aw, man… Logan had had to see all of that? The look on his face…he was shocked. James supposed that he needed to talk to his cousin, but that would have to wait. It was dinner time.
James went into their apartment. Carlos and Kendall had either seen or heard about what had happened by the pool. They ate in a stunned silence.
When they were finished, James said, "I guess I should go talk to her…"
Kendall, Carlos, and Logan nodded.
James was about to knock on the door to apartment 2K when he saw a piece of paper hanging there. He detached it from the door and read it. He felt the color drain from his face and ran back to his apartment.
"Allie's left!" he said, a bit panicked, bursting through the door to apartment 2J.
"What?" said the rest of Big Time Rush simultaneously.
"Look!" James showed them the note.
Dear Big Time Rush,
I've decided to go back to Minnesota. I haven't been doing anything good here, and I'll just mess more things up. You're probably glad I'm gone anyway. I just want to visit one last place, but after that you'll never see or hear from me again. By this time tomorrow I will be back home where I belong.
Allie
The boys read it. Then they read it again.
"She…left?" asked Carlos.
"But…we don't think that…" said Kendall.
Logan said nothing. In fact, he hadn't said anything since…well, you know.
"We have to find her," said Carlos suddenly, grabbing his helmet.
"I know where she went," said James quietly.
Allie sat up high on the beach, looking at the final colors of the sunset as the sun disappeared over the horizon. She sighed. She had always wanted to come to Hollywood Beach, to paint the sunset. They said that the sunsets were unbelievable here. But Allie had gotten there just in time to see the very end of the sunset. Oh, well, she didn't deserve to see sunsets anyway. Allie sighed again and looked down at the beach. From the top of it to about halfway down it was covered in rocks. Then there was the lifeguard's chair, obscuring the view. And then sand, then water…Allie wished that she could have seen the beach in the day time.
Allie began gathering her things. Suddenly, she heard her name.
"Allie!"
Her head whipped around. James? Kendall? Carlos? Logan? What were they doing here?
"James? Guys, why are you here?"
"Why are you here?" asked James.
Allie sighed. "I'm sorry. I just had to come here. I just wanted to see it, to say that I've been here. But I was about to go anyway. You'll never have to see me again and I'll never be there to mess up your lives." Tears filled her eyes.
"Allie," began James gently, "We don't want you to leave. We-we love having you here. At least I do." The rest of BTR nodded in agreement, even Logan.
"Really?" asked Allie, hopefully.
"Really. Now come on, let's get back to the Palm Woods."
Allie suddenly looked down at her feet. "I can't," she said quietly.
"Why not?" asked Kendall.
"I've just been messing up your lives ever since I got here. It-it's just better for all of you if I go back to Minnesota." Allie bit her lip to keep from crying.
"But Allie, we don't care if you mess up our lives. We're just glad you're here and we want you to stay," said Carlos.
If they had been paying attention, they would have seen that dark clouds were gathering in the sky and the temperature had dropped. The wind was beginning to blow. A storm was coming.
Allie opened her mouth to speak, but before any sound could come out, a huge gust of wind blew straight at her, and, her luggage acting like a sail or a parachute, she fell.
Head over heels, heels over head…Allie didn't know which way was up. A sharp pain in her arm…stupid rocks. Allie felt one last thing: an even sharper pain in her head. And then everything went black.
The boys had just been watching all of this before their eyes, forgetting to move. But as soon as Allie hit her head on the lifeguard chair, the boys began to shout.
"Allie!" yelled James. They all ran to her as fast as they could.
Logan immediately went into doctor mode and motioned for the others to move back a few steps. He tried to wake her up.
"Allie? Allie, can you hear me?" he said softly, shaking her a little. Nothing. There was a cut on her head. Logan became aware of a growing red spot on the left sleeve of her jean jacket. He gently pulled back the sleeve and felt a bit sick to his stomach. There was a huge gash on her forearm, about six inches long, and pretty deep. It was covered in sand and shells and seaweed…who knew what else. The gash was already beginning become a mottled mess of green, yellow, and red.
"Kendall," said Logan grimly, "Call an ambulance."
