Quick review response to my anon! Q- Thanks! Your powers of deduction are impressive; I'm glad you pick up on the little bits of foreshadowing. And I'm glad you feel that way about James/Michelle—I've always wanted them to be conflicting to read about. We know it's wrong, they know it's wrong, but it just feels right for them to be together. It's a dilemma. And Lomille…I've been putting them through the ringer in this story, poor babies. So much emotional distress. But it's just so fun to write

As for the rest of you… You guys are not gonna like me after this chapter… Leave me your hate in a review?

Chapter 21: Which to Bury; Us or the Hatchet?

And even though I'm angry, I can still say,
I know my heart will break the day
When you peel out and drive away.
I can't believe this happened.

And all this time I never thought
That all we had would be all for naught

"You haven't called me in three days and that's seriously the first thing out of your mouth?...I'm not dodging your question, I'm legitimately shocked. How could you ask me that?... You're supposed to trust me, that's what you're supposed to do!...Oh my God, no! Of course not, it was just lunch!... You knew he was my friend, I don't understand why you're so upset… You're being ridiculous. There's nothing going on… Of course I promise… Okay… It's fine…Yes… So, how are y—oh. Okay… No, I understand…Bye."

Camille threw her phone down on the bed, wiping away the angry tears that pricked at her eyes. She hadn't heard from her boyfriend in days, and now when he finally decided to call her, it was to accuse her of cheating on him. She'd told him about her history with Logan—he knew there was nothing going on between them anymore. Since he'd moved out of the Palm Woods, they barely even spoke to each other! And then, as soon as she'd convinced JT she was innocent, he suddenly had to go. Awesome.

The knock on the apartment door pulled her out of her frustrated musings. This was ironic. JT would call to accuse her of being too close with Logan only mere moments before Logan actually showed up at her apartment.

"Hey," she said brightly, putting her acting skills to work when she answered the door.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Logan looked concerned. "You look like you've been crying."

"It's nothing," she lied. "I got turned down for a part."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she said. "Who knew it would still suck so much, right? You'd think I'd be used to it by now. Are you ready to go?"

"Sure," Logan said, frowning at her back while she looked around for her purse. He hadn't missed the way she didn't make eye contact with him.

Guitar Dude had auditioned to be part of a backup band for a new singer who was playing a small show near the Palm Woods, so the pair had decided to go check it out in support of their friend. Guitar Dude was right at home in the band of mellow surfer-type guys, and the crowd swayed lazily with the laid back music. It was fun, but it was making Logan sleepy. He'd had another late night trying to finish an essay for AP History. He yawned and closed his eyes, and Camille poked him in the side.

"You're sleep-standing," she giggled. "Let's get some coffee."

"Good idea," Logan said, blinking rapidly a few times. It was still fairly early, but the sun had already gone down because of how late in the year it was.

They walked back to the Palm Woods in comfortable silence, but Logan noticed that Camille still had that kind of faraway, sad look on her face that hadn't completely faded since she'd first opened the door to him.

"Can I ask you something?" she questioned out of the blue.

Logan nodded.

"Hannah really doesn't mind you hanging out with me?"

"Nah. She's busy with swim team these days," Logan replied. "She knows we're friends. Why?"

"I sort of got in a fight with JT earlier. Right before you came over, actually," she admitted. "That's the real reason I'd been crying. He… he saw the pictures from when we had lunch the other day, and he called me to ask if I'd been cheating on him."

"What? Really?"

"I don't know if it's just the stress from his role, or because the distance thing is getting to him, but he's never just, not trusted me before. I think," she hesitated before plunging ahead with the rest of her sentence. "I think I told him too much about you. He knows about our past or whatever, and I think he thinks I compare him to you."

She kicked a pebble that was in her path as they walked up to the front entrance of the Palm Woods. She didn't add that, however ashamed of it she was, she sometimes did compare her boyfriend to Logan.

Logan held the door open for her, following her inside to walk her up to her apartment, processing what she'd said.

"It doesn't freak her out that we do things alone?" Camille asked after a moment.

"I mean…she's not, like, ecstatic about it," Logan said truthfully. "But she trusts me, I guess. She knows she doesn't have anything to worry about."

Logan shoved his hands into his jean pockets, seeing a tinge of blush on Camille's cheeks as her eyes met his. Camille dropped her keys and she and Logan bent to get them at the same time, so that his hand covered hers. They stood up slowly, facing each other, Logan's hand still holding onto Camille's.

"I should go—"

Before he could stop himself, Logan tugged on her hand, pulling her in closer to him. He leaned in and kissed her, before she could say anything else, catching her off guard. Catching himself off guard, if he was honest. She kissed him back briefly, gripping his shoulder tightly before coming to her senses and pushing Logan away.

"No," she said, her eyes wide. She touched her fingertips to her mouth, shaking her head back and forth. "No, no, no, we can't."

"I—I'm sorry," he said quickly.

Camille fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the apartment door. "I have to—"

"I didn't mean to—"

"I know! It's okay. It's fine. You better go." She went inside and shut the door in his face, leaving him to stand in the brightly lit hallway with his heart racing, wondering what he'd just done.

When he got back home, Logan burst into the game room, where the other three boys were bickering over what channel to watch. They all froze when they saw him, matching looks of concern on their faces.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Carlos said. "Are you okay?"

"No!" Logan yelped, his voice panicky. "I did a bad thing! This is so not good, what was I thinking? I wasn't thinking at all! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He paced the room nervously.

"Logan, chill," Kendall said, shaking Logan by the shoulders. "What happened? What did you do?"

"I kissed Camille!" Logan blurted.

Carlos and James both gasped from the couch.

"What?"

"No way!"

"How did it happen?" Kendall asked.

"I don't know! We were just talking and I just did it! What am I going to do? What am I gonna tell Hannah?"

"Maybe… you don't need to tell her," James said.

"What? I have to tell her!" Logan exclaimed. "I can't just not tell her!"

"Think about it," James reasoned. "Do you want to break up with her?"

"Well, no. I don't know! I didn't mean for it to happen! I didn't think about doing it until I did it!"

"And if you tell Hannah you kissed Camille, what do you think is gonna happen? She's gonna be hurt that she trusted you to hang out with your ex-girlfriend, and you went behind her back and kissed another girl. It won't matter that it was an accident."

"I don't know, James. I don't think lying is the best way to go here," Carlos said uncomfortably.

"All I'm saying is, you shouldn't tell her if it's just out of guilt, unless you're looking for a way out of the relationship. If the kiss really didn't mean anything, all you're gonna do is ruin a good thing. You'd only be telling her to make yourself feel better."

"Maybe you're right…" Logan said slowly. "It was a stupid mistake, right? There's no reason to hurt Hannah over it. I mean, it'll never happen again…"

"Did Camille say anything?" Carlos wanted to know.

Logan shook his head. "She just said 'no' a bunch of times and slammed the door in my face."

"Do you think she'll tell her boyfriend?" Kendall asked.

"I have no idea," Logan said. "When I got there she had just gotten off the phone with JT, and I could tell she'd been crying. Later on she told me that he had seen the pictures of us hanging out and accused her of cheating on him."

The boys all glanced around awkwardly, no one wanting to point out that apparently JT had had just cause to be jealous.

At school the next day, Logan did his best to act natural, but he could tell Hannah thought he was behaving strangely.

"Hey," she said, tugging on his wrist just before they entered the cafeteria. "Are you okay? You've been jumpy today."

Logan forced himself to breathe normally and meet her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine," he told her. "Just tense. I'm, uh, worried about my group project for History." He hated how easily the lie came to him. Though, it was partially true—he did have a group project. That just wasn't what was making him so nervous.

"Isn't Kendall in that class with you?"

"Yeah, but he's not in my group."

"Oh," Hannah said with a slight frown. "Are you sure that's all that's bugging you?"

"Yep," he replied, smiling down at her. "You know me. Over achieving nerd."

His act worked. She took his hand as they walked up to their usual table. He didn't feel very relieved about it.

Logan lay in bed that afternoon, paging through a book he was supposed to be reading for English. His brain was refusing to take in anything he was reading, and he realized he'd gone over the same paragraph five times without absorbing any information. Frustrated, he threw the book down on the floor, punching a number on his speed dial and holding the phone to his ear before he even realized what he was doing.

Camille picked up on the sixth ring, the one right before it would have gone to voicemail.

"Hello?" Her voice sounded flat, emotionless. Logan wished he could see her facial expression.

"Oh. Uh. Hi," Logan said awkwardly. He had no idea why he was calling her.

"Hi…"

"Um…How are you?" he asked.

"Fine," she said.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night," Logan apologized. "I just…wasn't thinking. It was stupid, and it won't happen again."

"Okay."

"Okay? Is that all you're gonna say?"

"What else do you want me to say?" Camille said after a short pause.

"I don't know. Tell me what you're thinking! Are you mad at me? Are you going to tell JT?"

"I already did."

"What? You did? What did he say? What did you say? How did he take it?" Logan sat up quickly, surprised, the questions tumbling from his mouth one after the other.

Camille didn't say anything, but he thought he heard her sniffle a little bit.

"Camille?"

"He—he broke up with me."

Logan didn't know what to say. "I…" He started. But there was no way to finish. There was nothing he could do or say to make it right, and he knew it. "I'm really sorry," he said again. "This is my fault, he shouldn't have blamed you for it."

"It's my fault too," Camille said quietly. "I should have known better than to put myself into that situation."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we shouldn't be alone together, Logan. We can't seem to control ourselves around each other. It's just not a good idea. Not with everything that's happened between us, and especially not while you have a girlfriend."

"So, what? You don't want to hang out anymore?"

"I don't think so. Not until you figure out what you really want."

"I want us to be friends!"

"Logan, are you serious right now? Or are you really just that naïve? You and I can't be friends. It's never going to work out. All we do is end up hurting each other. I don't want that anymore."

"Camille—"

"I gotta go, Logan."

The line went dead without another word from either of them, and Logan stared down at his phone in disbelief at what had just happened. He felt like he'd just been broken up with. He aimed a frustrated kick at his nightstand and wondered why things could never just work out the way he planned them to. He was supposed to apologize to her for the kiss, and she was supposed to agree that it wouldn't happen again, and they could go back to being friends.

Well, she had agreed on that. It wouldn't happen again, that was for sure. But where did they stand now? He refused to believe that Camille honestly didn't want to be his friend anymore. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. The guilt weighed on him, filling his chest with an uneasy pressure. That was two relationships he'd inadvertently screwed up for her because he couldn't keep himself in check. But he wasn't doing it on purpose! Despite all the drama, all he ever wanted was for them to figure out a way to be friends with each other.

Now it seemed they never would.

Make your decision, don't you dare think twice
Go with your instincts along with some bad advice
This didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all
You blame me, but some of this is still your fault

Thursday night was the final dress rehearsal for Romeo and Juliet. The set looked awesome, all the props and costumes were great, everyone knew their lines, and the tech crew knew all their cues for lighting and scene changes. It had taken weeks and weeks of preparation, but everything had come together, and everyone was really excited about opening night.

Normally after rehearsal, James would have left with Michelle and gone to her place before heading home, but on that particular night, it happened to be Michelle and Nathan's anniversary. Michelle was more subdued than usual, refusing to acknowledge James' attempts to engage her, claiming that she was just tense because of the play.

"Come on," James scoffed. "You know the whole thing backwards. What's the matter?"

She didn't answer, merely continuing to clean the stage makeup off her face without looking up at James, who had already changed back into his regular clothes. There were a lot of people still hanging around the actors' studio, putting away costumes and props and taking last minute pictures together, so no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't just lean down and kiss the top of her head and ask her what was really wrong, or stroke the side of her face until she smiled softly and took hold of his hand. Instead, he leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, looking disinterested in their conversation. To anyone passing by, they would have looked like they were chatting about the weather.

"I have to go home and get ready for my date with Nathan," she told him. James hated the look of pity he saw in her eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow."

She wanted to kiss him goodbye, or hold his hand as they walked to the car together, but it was impossible with so many people still around. Michelle stood up and gathered her things, flashed him a smile he could tell was fake (her real smiles were reserved for when they were alone), and headed out the door without a glance back. James forced himself no to react as he watched her go.

Michelle didn't call or text him that night, and James tried not to think about how it was probably because she was still with Nathan. Thinking about her being with him made him feel slightly sick. He didn't want to imagine Nate kissing her or touching her the way he himself did, but he couldn't stop himself. It was their anniversary, after all. Nate probably had some ridiculously fancy and romantic evening planned, and then he'd take Michelle back to his place and… James wrenched himself from those musings and decided to go run on the treadmill in Gustavo's indoor gym. Maybe exercise would distract him.

The next day at school, James didn't have a chance to talk to Michelle all day. By the time he arrived to their Drama class, Mrs. Franks had already pulled her aside for some last minute notes and direction for the play, which opened that night. She and Nate didn't show up to lunch, and then the long line in the boys' bathroom made him late for English (a class he and Michelle shared with Logan and Anya), where they had already been assigned partners to peer-edit essays and so were working in silence when he entered the room.

After school, they both had to get straight to the Drama department to put on their costumes and get into makeup in preparation for opening night. When he was dressed and ready to go, he went into the actors' studio and found Anya helping Michelle do her makeup, applying more eyeliner and blush to Michelle's face so she wouldn't get washed out by the lights. From across the room, the two girls seemed to be having a serious conversation, as Michelle was shaking her head and Anya had a look of concern mixed with sympathy on her face.

"Hey," he said, walking up to the pair of girls. Anya excused herself so the two could talk alone. The room was empty for now, but James wasn't foolish enough to try anything with Michelle at school again, not since Anya had walked in on them that day. They'd both realized it was far too easy to get caught up and not pay attention to their surroundings.

"Are you alright?" he asked, seeing the look on her face. He tried to read her expression, but he couldn't tell what she was thinking. All he knew was that whatever that look was, it filled him with dread.

"We need to talk," she said finally. "But not now. Not here."

"What's wrong?"

"Please," she begged. "Not now."

"Michelle, just tell me what's going on. You're scaring me."

"Damn it, James, just let it go for once! I don't want to do this here." She brought her left hand up to her face to brush some hair away from her eyes.

"What is that?" James asked, catching her wrist harshly. His eyes were locked onto her hand and she tried to pull it from his grasp, but he refused to let go.

On her fourth finger rested a beautiful silver diamond ring. It wasn't huge or gaudy, but James could tell that it must have been more expensive than he could even imagine. James stared down at it, blinking rapidly, thinking that maybe if he blinked hard enough, the ring would suddenly not be there the next time he opened his eyes.

"James—"

"So, I take it your date went well last night," he said, unable to hide the bitterness in his voice.

"Please don't be like that," she whispered.

"Like what?" he asked with mock ignorance. "Am I supposed to be happy for you? Should I be congratulating you on your engagement? Have you already decided on the big day? Picked your bridesmaids dresses?"

"Don't," Michelle said again. "It's not an engagement ring. Not really."

"Then what is it, really?"

"It's just a gift, James!"

"A gift that you're wearing on your wedding ring finger."

Michelle looked away. "You have no right to be mad at me," she murmured. "You knew this was coming. From the very beginning, I told you what it was like with me and Nathan."

"So what's it like with you and Nathan now? Tell me what that ring really means to you," James demanded.

"It's a just a… promise ring."

"A promise ring," he repeated. "How is that really different from an engagement ring? I'm dying to know."

"Don't act so surprised," Michelle spat, growing angry at his tone. "I've never hidden anything from you! Not about my family, or about my boyfriend, or about my future. You pursued me, remember? You kissed me! You were the one who wouldn't leave me alone when you knew I was with Nate!"

"Oh, please!" James said, raising his voice right back at her. "You wanted this just as much as I did, and don't try to deny it. It's not my fault you don't have the balls to stand up to your father and break up with your boyfriend!"

"James, where did you see this going? Did you think one day I'd wake up and just be okay with my parents hating me? Were you thinking I'd change my mind about staying with Nathan? You and I were never going to last, it's what I've been trying to make you understand the whole time! Why do you think I told you to keep your emotions out of it?"

"My emotions? What about your emotions?" James asked. "How good a job did you do of keeping them out if it?"

Michelle just gazed at him. "Better than you," she said softly, her voice eerily steady.

She might as well have slapped him for all his expression said. After everything they'd been through, everything they'd told each other, she was really going to act like he meant nothing to her?

"You—you're lying," James said, not letting his voice crack. "I know you are. You can't honestly expect me to believe you don't have feelings for me."

She didn't deny it. But she didn't cave in, either. She'd been too weak where James was concerned. She let him get close to her, she let herself fall for him too, and now they were both paying for it. She had to end it once and for all, before she ruined him beyond repair. As much as she wanted his pain not to be her fault, she knew it was. She couldn't break his heart by leaving him, but she could get him to leave her. She could make him hate her.

"I don't know what else you want me to say. You knew what the deal was: find a way to be okay with it, or walk away now. I gave you plenty of opportunities to back out; you should have taken them if you didn't like what was happening," Michelle said harshly, wondering whether it would hurt more if he took her bait or if he saw through her act.

James wanted to be okay with it. He'd been telling himself for so long that it didn't matter, that as long as he got to be with her, he could pretend Nathan wasn't in the picture. He'd focused so much on fooling the both of them into thinking that what they were doing was okay that he hadn't let himself think about what would happen when it suddenly wasn't okay. He'd been in denial too long. And now there was a ring on her finger, and it would always just be another reminder that she didn't belong to him, that she never had and never would. He wouldn't be able to take seeing it on her every time they were together, mocking him.

"No," he said finally. "You don't get to make me feel like it's all me that's keeping us together. You say you still love him, and yet you're with me. You can't have it both ways anymore. Eventually you have to make a choice."

Michelle snorted maliciously, hating herself for it. "Have you not learned anything the whole time we've been together? You don't want me to make that choice, James," she said coldly. "It'll be him."

"Then I guess that's it, isn't it?" He asked, laughing bitterly. "I'm done trying to convince you... I'm done with you."

People were starting to trickle into the room. It was almost time for pre-show vocal warm-ups. No one seemed to notice the pair staring each other down in the corner.

Michelle didn't say anything as he turned his back on her. She didn't trust herself. If she opened her mouth, she'd take it all back.

He'd taken three steps when he looked back over his shoulder. She was still standing in the same spot, her face expressionless, her arms crossed over her chest. "I guess you're a better actress than I realized," he said. "You're really not who I thought you were."

ROMEO: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

MERCUTIO: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o' both your houses! … Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm!

ROMEO: I thought all for the best!

MERCUTIO: Help me into some house, Benvolio, or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.

The boys watched as James lay 'bleeding' on the stage, stabbed to death in a dramatic and highly entertaining sword fight. They definitely did not remember Romeo and Juliet being this exciting when they read it freshman year.

James was a natural—you'd think he'd been doing this his whole life. But then again, Kendall reflected, James was always the one who loved performing. It didn't matter in what capacity. He did find it kind of funny though, that James had to lie there, pretending to be dead, while the rest of the scene played out around him. Kendall wondered how hard it was to be so still. If it were him, he'd have wanted to open his eyes and watch what was going on. But James did no such thing. He lay there motionless until his body was dragged off stage, playing the role of the murdered friend perfectly.

When the final curtain was drawn, the audience burst into applause, cheering loudly as the cast reappeared for their bows. Carlos whistled loudly at James, causing the people in their immediate vicinity to chuckle. As the theater began to empty out, the guys all waited outside for James to come out so they could congratulate him on a great opening night.

It was lucky that James was so tall, because the crowd wasn't thinning out at all, as parents and friends of the cast waited for their loved ones to come out. Kendall, Logan, and Carlos made a beeline for James, weaving expertly through the mass of people.

He smiled when he saw them, but something about the way the smile didn't quite reach his eyes made Carlos wonder if something was up. He kept his mouth shut, though, not wanting to call attention to it if it had. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Michelle standing with Nathan and Derek. Nathan had brought her flowers. Carlos made eye contact with her for the briefest of seconds, and her smile faltered until she turned her body so that he could no longer see her face.

"Nice job, buddy," he said brightly, clapping James on the back. "That was a sick death scene."

"Very cool," Kendall agreed.

"Thanks. I'm just glad Tim finally learned all the choreography."

"Do you want us to wait for you?" Logan asked. "Or are you hanging out with cast tonight, or what?"

"One of the seniors is throwing a party for the cast and crew, but I'm not really up for it. Dying takes a lot out of you," he joked, trying not to seem awkward. "Do you mind waiting?"

"No big," Kendall said. "Go get your stuff."

James had to pass Michelle to get back inside, and the two did not even look at each other as he went by.

Back at home, the boys raided the kitchen for food and headed upstairs, preparing for an all-night Call of Duty session, making a mess of the game room as for first time in quite a while, they had a chance to hang out, just the four of them. James put on a great show of acting like nothing was wrong, and none of the other boys seemed to find his behavior out of the ordinary. He teased Logan like always, competed with Carlos over who could eat the most junk food, and got into an argument with Kendall over what game they would play next.

Finally, sometime between 2 and 3 AM, James had had enough. The guys had distracted him for awhile (which he appreciated, even if they didn't know they were doing it), but he was tired and he wanted to be alone. He went up to his room, putting on some clothes to sleep in, trying and failing not to think about Michelle. He'd gone from angry to upset to bitter to morose over the course of the evening, and now, he was just numb. He wondered if he had done the right thing by walking away from her. It was hard for him to believe that she could be so callous towards him, but in the end she was right. She had never given him false hope that things would change; he was the one who always told her it would all work out somehow.

There was a light knock on his door that he didn't bother to answer. His light was on; whoever it was would just come on in. Privacy was practically nonexistent with those boys. Sure enough, Carlos walked in casually and went over to sit in James' desk chair.

"Something you need?" James asked, when Carlos merely continued to sit there, spinning the chair in circles.

"What's up with you?" Carlos wanted to know. "You've been weird tonight."

"Michelle and I ended it," James replied, deciding not to take the trouble to deny something was bothering him.

Carlos nearly fell out of the chair, but James couldn't tell whether it was from shock or dizziness. "What? Why? What happened? Are you okay?"

"Nate gave her a ring," he said simply. "I couldn't do it anymore."

"So… that's it?"

"I guess so. I think… I think I tricked myself into believing she'd break up with Nate for me, and I just flipped when I saw the ring. Even with the whole thing with her parents, I didn't want to believe that she'd pick him over me. But I guess I just realized it wasn't enough having to share her anymore."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"I don't know," James answered honestly. "It's my fault anyway. I should have backed off after what happened at the photo-shoot. But I didn't and now here we are."

"It's not all your fault," Carlos tried to console him. "You made choices, and so did she."

Meanwhile, Kendall was helping Logan try to clear away some of the mess they had left in the game room.

Logan plopped down on the couch when the room looked sanitary again, yawning widely. "Finally. Now I can text Camille goodnight and get some sleep."

Kendall raised an eyebrow and looked up. "Camille?"

"Huh? What about her?"

"You said you had to text Camille goodnight."

"What?" Logan asked, looking confused. "No I didn't."

"Yes you did, Loges."

"Really? That's so weird," Logan frowned. "I meant Hannah. I have to text Hannah goodnight."

"What's got you thinking about Camille?" Kendall asked, yawning himself now.

"I don't know," Logan said, looking perplexed. "It was an accident. She's not even speaking to me right now."

"Are things okay between you and Hannah?"

"I'm…not sure," Logan replied slowly. "We were doing great a couple of weeks ago but now… Ever since I kissed Camille, I've been wondering if I'm doing the right thing."

"You mean by staying with her?"

"Yeah."

"So… you want to get back together with Camille?"

Logan sighed. "I'm tired of this back and forth crap. Hannah's really great, but Camille is too. I just wish I could figure out what to do about this."

"Well… think about this. Would you still be having doubts about Hannah if Camille weren't single again?" Kendall reasoned. "You always want what you can't have, Loges, and when you get it, you don't know what to do with it."

Kendall's right, Logan thought. If he broke up with Hannah, and things didn't work out with Camille again, he would have screwed up any chance he had at finding a successful relationship. He and Camille both had to stop letting each other come between their relationships, or they'd never be happy, and they'd never be able to be friends again.

"I just wish that I could accept that Camille and I aren't gonna work out and stop hoping for things to change, because all it's doing is messing with my head."

"I dunno," Kendall said quietly. "You always have to have hope."

Ahh! I know this chapter was sad but I actually reeeeeally like how it came out. Anyway, as for what I have outlined for the rest of the story… it looks like two more chapters and an epilogue. I'm freaking out. I don't want it to end! I have absolutely fallen in love with these characters and their stories and I'm going to be so sad when it's done.

Please leave me your thoughts and comments! And thanks once again for whoever's been sending me anonymous questions on Tumblr, they make me laugh and I enjoy answering them. Keep 'em coming.