DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.

September 1st

"Logan! Logan, hey look this way!"

"Over here Logan! One shot!"

Logan groaned inwardly as he stepped out of his car in front of the restaurant. "Seriously, how do they know where to find me?" he asked. His beautiful girlfriend, exiting the car behind him, smiled and giggled.

"Logan, you tweeted 'taking my favorite girl to our favorite place tonight'…the paparazzi are smart enough to know that this is our favorite place. We always come here." Logan smiled and put an arm around Camille's shoulder as they stopped to take a few pics.

"Fair enough," he admitted, smiling at the photographers. "You know…soon they'll be yelling your name."

"Oh hush," she murmured as they waved bye to the paps and went inside. "The show hasn't even aired yet."

"But, according to everyone, it's going to be a spectacular hit, isn't it?" he teased as they were shown to their table as soon as they entered. "And you, one of the stars—"

"Stop right there," Camille shushed him, smiling. "I'm not the star, you know that."

"I said one of the stars. And your name is in the opening credits isn't it? That's a star. Plus, you're the mean girl. The villain. Everyone loves a good villain, isn't that what you've been saying for the past few weeks?" He grinned at her over his menu as she tried to suppress another smile.

"I don't want to jinx it," she admitted, sticking her tongue out at him and ducking behind her own menu. "This show has to go well." She folded the menu and placed her arms on the tabletop. "I love it, Logan!" she squealed quietly. "It's so much fun playing the mean girl. Does that sound bad?"

"No way," Logan grinned. "I know that it's fun being the bad boy—remember that time a couple years back when Griffin demanded that there be a bad boy in the group and we were all trying so hard to be it?"

"Ugh, and then 'Wayne-Wayne' showed up and tried to ruin everything," Camille added, putting air quotes around the name. "God, he is such a fake. I can't believe he's in that kid's group still."

They both laughed at that. "Camille…I'm so glad we're here," he said, staring at her.

"Where else would we be?" she asked, looking confused. "I mean…I guess we could have gone to that new restaurant across town, but isn't James there with his date tonight?"

"No, I mean…" Logan grabbed her hand. "I'm glad you're still here in LA and that we're still together and we can go on these dates and be happy."

Camille blushed and smiled down at the table. "I'm going to be honest," she said quietly. "I thought I was going home for sure. Even when I got all the callbacks, even when I got the part, I didn't really believe I would stay. I'm still half-expecting to wake up some morning with a message that the show is cancelled and my dad's waiting there with our suitcases to fly back to Connecticut."

"Don't worry like that," Logan told her. "The show is great. You're great. Your dad knows that. And besides, school's already started." He grinned slyly. "Your dad wouldn't want to plunk you down in a new school after the year's already started, would he?"

"I guess not," Camille chuckled back. "I'm glad we're here too."

Logan ran his thumb tenderly over the knuckles of the hand he was holding. "You did it, Camille," he said softly. "You made it."

Dumb ending, I know, but hey, I finished it! Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading :)

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