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Camille's eyes fluttered open slightly, adjusting to the light coming from her window. She attempted to sit up, but was restricted by an arm laying loosely across her waist. She turned her head slightly to the left to see Jo's sleeping form next to her. Carefully, trying not to wake her blonde friend, Camille moved Jo's slender arm from her waist to her side, sitting up as memeories of the night before started to flood back into her brain. The night had been a tad depressing, to say the least, but Camille was glad that everything was finally out in the open to her closest friends. She honestly felt better than she'd ever felt in years, now that that they knew who she really was.
Everyone wanted to stay with Camille that night, so Kendall, James, Carlos and Logan had all rushed next door to 2J to grab a few things they would need for the night and the next day. Jo had stayed back, seeing as she already had a few things of hers in Camille's dressers from previous sleepovers. Once everyone was comfortabele in Camille's room, they watched movies, told jokes, and talked about their futures. They just hung out like normal teenagers, something they'd missed. There was no awkward tension between Logan and James, no arguing. It was all about being there for Camille...making sure she was happy.
Camille shifted and rolled off of her bed, almost tripping over Carlos and James in the process, who were asleep in their sleeping bags on her carpeted floor. She stretched and yawned before making her way to the bathroom to clean herself up, and wandered into the kitchen. She smiled softly at what she saw.
Logan was scraping the last of the eggs onto six plates, rearranging everything so that it was perfect. He placed the dishes carefully on the dining room table and had just loaded up the dishwasher before he noticed Camille's presence.
Logan grinned as he made his way over to the girl standing a few feet away from him. He pulled her into a hug.
"Hey," he whispered softly.
Camille returned Logan's warm gesture and smiled before they pulled away, Logan still holding on to her waist
"Did you sleep alright?" he asked. He knew she'd had a rough night before, and he wanted to make sure she was feeling better.
Camille nodded with a grin. "Yes, I slept fine. What about you?"
"I slept great," he paused for a second before continuing. "You were amazing last night," he says, bringing one of his hands up to cup her right cheek, stroking his thumb over it in a loving gesture.
Camille's pale cheeks turned a light color of pink and she giggled. "Which part?" she asks. "My depressing story or my performance at your birthday party?"
Logan chuckled and kissed her forehead. "Both," he responded.
Camille nodded again and once again avoided his loving gaze. Logan raised an eyebrow and tilted her chin up.
"Is there something wrong, Cam?" he asked as his eyes locked with hers. "And please don't lie to me this time."
Camille moved Logan's arms from around her waist and sighed. "I just...I feel like I ruined your birthday," she admitted, biting the side of her lip. Logan shoved his hands into his baggy pockets, attempting to focus on what his girlfr...Camille had to say, and not how adorable she looked. He shook his head.
"Camille, you didn't ruin my birthday. You wrote and sang an amazing song for me, and you trusted me enough to tell me something that you've kept in for so long. I couldn't have asked for more," he said with a grin.
"But still..."
"Camille," Logan said, a warning look in his eyes that told Camille that she wasn't going to win this arguement.
Camille sighed in defeat and nodded her head in understanding. She looked around. "Where's Kendall?"
"He went for a coffee run across the street," he stated. "I thought he was gonna go crazy when he found out that you didn't have any coffee in the house."
Camille laughed. "Yeah, my dad drinks it all pretty quickly."
"Where is your dad, anyways?" Logan asked curiously.
Camille walked over to the refridgerator and pulled out a bottle of cranberry juice before responding.
"He got this really huge promotion last week, which requires him to travel a lot. He should be back by Monday," she says, pulling out a glass from the cupboard.
Logan cocked his head to the side. "Are you okay with that?" he asked, worry laced in his tone. He didn't like the idea of Camille being in her apartment alone all of the time.
Camille turned to him and shrugged. "Sometimes it gets lonely, but when I think about all he's given up for me to live here in L.A. to be an actress, all I want is for him to be happy," she said.
Logan smiled. He loved how considerate she was.
Camille turned back to the counter and reached over to get the bottle of cranberry juice, but her elbow brushed the glass in front of it. In a matter of seconds, glass was splattered all over the kitchen floor.
Allarmed, Logan quickly but carefully moved over to a slightly wincing Camille. "Camille! Are you OK?" He regretted this question when he saw a red streak running down her leg. It was probably just a small cut, but it produced more blood than Logan was comfortable with. He lifted her off of her feet bridal style, much to her protests, and tip-toed around the glass the best he could before setting her gently on the couch and hurrying down the hallway. He came back in a matter of seconds with a small wet cloth in one hand, and a band-aid in the other.
Camille resisted the urge to giggle as Logan instantly went to work on her leg, cleaning up the streak of blood and dabbing at the small cut gently, worry still readable on his face.
"Logan I'm fine," Camille reassured him with an airy laugh as Logan placed the band-aid on her leg gently.
Logan didn't pay attention to her statement and instead bombarded her with questions. "Does it hurt? Do you have cuts anywhere else?" he asked, his eyes roaming over her body, in search for more injuries.
"No and no," she answered with a small smile. "You fixed me up. Thank you," she said genuinely, reaching over and giving his hand a small squeeze before standing up.
"Now, come on. Let's go wake up these sleepy heads...who are apparently immuned to the sound of glass breaking, before that delicious looking food over there gets too cold," Camille says, making her way down the hall. She stopped in her tracks when Logan suddenly appeared in front of her.
"W-wait," he said nervously, all the confidence he had mustered up quickly leaving his system. "Camille...Are...Are we...?"
Camille looked at him confusedly as Logan cursed himself for stumbling over his words. He sighed. Truth be told...he didn't know what to say. He didn't have the words for it. Instead, he let his emotions guide him as he placed his hand on the small of Camille's back and guided her to him, watching as her eyes fluttered shut when their faces got dangerously close. Logan took that as a good sign and gently placed a chaste kiss on Camille's soft lips. Camille leaned further into him, her hands placed lightly on Logan's chest as he steadied her.
Logan pulled away reluctantly and slowly opened his eyes to see if he'd made a fool of himself or not. His insecurities faded when Camille grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss, this time more passionate. Logan's arms wrapped around her wiast, pulling her as close to him as possible as their lips moved against each other's slowly.
Logan had manuevered them to the wall now, and had just began to trace Camille's bottom lip with his tongue when a loud, intentional cough interrupted them. Camille looked up first. Logan, however, kept staring at the girl in front of him, his mind still in a daze. Kendall's voice took him out of his trance, though.
"I'm back with the coffee," he said, an amused smirk on his face as James, Jo and Carlos stood in Camille's bedroom doorway, grinning like idiots.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know...this is a filler chapter, and the next one probably will be too...wait, no it won't. I changed my mind.
Anyways, I was having a fluff withdraw(: I just had to do it. I haven't written any Lomille fluff in a while, and that was kind of bugging me for some reason. Can you believe they broke up over a year ago? Oh how have I made it through the days...
Haha, but seriously, guys. This is the first chapter typed up on my new laptop, so I came up with this(: Hope y'all had an amazing holiday, and have a happy new year(: