A/N: Okay, so you know those two future projects of mine that you all are voting on? Well, just to whet your appetite, I'll now reveal to you the titles of the two stories. The Logan/Camille Angst/Romance one is titled Til I Forget About You. The Carlos/Logan Horror/Humor one is titled My Best Friend Is a Vampire. Maybe that'll change the poll results. Maybe not. Last I checked, the Logan/Camille one was winning 18 votes to 9. Remember, only votes on the actual poll on my profile page will be counted. You have until I upload Chapter 50 of Big Time Disaster before I close the poll.

Disclaimer: I've been playing the Monopoly game at McDonald's, and I just got Boardwalk and Park Place. Now that I'm a millionaire, I can partially own Big Time Rush. *snickers* Yeah, I can't even say that with a straight face…

Big Time Disaster

The Cat's Out of the Bag

3rd Person Omniscient POV

Logan walked through The Palm Woods with his gaze never leaving the floor except to occasionally ensure that he wouldn't run into anything or anybody. In those fleeting moments, Logan was all too aware of the stares that he received. Everyone felt sorry for him. Everyone felt bad for him. They treated him differently. Logan didn't want anyone to treat him differently. He just wanted things to go back to the way they were before this whole mess started.

He didn't know how he did it, but somehow Logan managed to slip out of Apartment 2J without being seen. Kendall, James, Carlos, Mrs. Knight, and even Katie kept a vigilant watch on Logan. Frankly, Logan was surprised no one followed him into the bathroom when he went in there. Their constant surveillance would actually be touching if it wasn't so creepy.

Logan was feeling better. The pain meds certainly helped even though Logan was trying to wean himself off those. He knew how easily people could grow addicted to pain meds, and he didn't want to be just another statistic. Plus, they also had a tendency to make him drowsy, and he was tired of being so sleepy all the time. It was illogical that he would even be sleepy in the first place. Sleeping is practically the only thing he did for seven whole weeks. That should be enough sleep to get him by until the holiday season was in full swing.

Logan wasn't really even in pain anymore. There was only a dull pain in his chest, but nothing that was any cause for concern.

Logan was on his way to see Camille, when two of the three Jennifers came up to him. He noticed the blonde Jennifer was missing. Logan wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

"Hey Logan, it's good to have you back," Jennifer 1 commented.

Logan turned around and looked behind him and around him to see if anyone was around that the Jennifers could possibly be talking to. Surely they weren't talking to him. They never talked to him. Why would they start now?

"Are you talking to me?" Logan asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah. Do you see anyone else here named Logan?" Jennifer 3 replied.

Logan was at a loss about how to respond to this. The Jennifers talking to you wasn't something that most Palm Woods residents experienced on a daily basis…if ever at all.

"It's just you never talk to me. In fact, you usually give me a 'talk to the hand' gesture. So, what's with the change of heart?" Logan inquired.

"Why do you sound so surprised? We actually can be nice, you know," Jennifer 1 stated.

Logan didn't believe for one second that the Jennifers could actually be nice. They were self-serving girls who had an air of superiority about them. He didn't trust them for one second. He went to walk past them, but they wouldn't let him pass.

"Where are you going?" Jennifer 3 asked.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going to go see Camille," Logan answered.

"You two are still together even after…well, you know," Jennifer 1 remarked.

Logan stopped in his tracks and knitted his eyebrows in confusion. Was there something about Camille he should know about? If so, how did the Jennifers know?

"Even after what?" Logan asked.

The two Jennifers exchanged glances with one another. Then, Jennifer 3 put a hand on Logan's shoulder. He flinched from the contact.

"I'd hate to be the one to tell you this," Jennifer 1 started to say.

Somehow Logan doubted that the brunette Jennifer hated to tell him whatever she was about to tell him. His guess was that whatever she was about to tell him, she was dying to say.

"But Camille made a bet with us Jennifers," Jennifer 1 explained.

Logan consciously knew that he shouldn't buy anything the Jennifers were saying to him, but it still didn't stop him from wanting them to continue.

"A bet? What was the bet?" Logan inquired.

"Camille bet one thousand dollars that you would kiss her before you kissed one of us. Each of us Jennifers bet one thousand dollars that you would kiss one of us before you kiss Camille," Jennifer 1 answered.

Logan's shoulders and heart sank. He couldn't believe that Camille would make a bet like that. It was so insulting. He's only ever initiated a kiss with one girl once in his life—Camille. It's not like he's some sort of man-whore that goes around kissing all the girls he can. Yet somehow, that's pretty much exactly what the bet made him out to be.

He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took deep cleansing breaths.

"I don't believe you," Logan said with his eyes still closed.

"If you don't believe us, then go ask Camille," Jennifer 3 said.

Logan opened his eyes. Now he really wanted to go see Camille. Surely the Jennifers were lying. What would possess Camille to make a bet like that? She wouldn't do that to him. Logan was convinced that when he went to Camille and confronted her about this, she would say that the Jennifers were just making it up. Logan would believe her too. He would much rather believe Camille than the Jennifers any day of the week.

The two Jennifers paved a path for Logan to walk between them. Now they had no problem with him going to see Camille. Logan headed off in the direction of Camille's apartment.

When Logan was out of earshot, the two Jennifers fist bumped.

"They are so toast," Jennifer 3 commented.

XXXXX

Camille heard someone knocking on the front door to her apartment.

"I'm coming," she called out.

She unlocked the door before pulling it open. She was ecstatic to see who was awaiting her on the other side of the door.

"Logan!" she gushed, throwing her arms around him in a joyful hug.

However, when he didn't return the hug, she started to become concerned. A frown crossed her face. She ceased her embrace and stood in front of him.

"May I come in?" Logan asked.

It was hard for Camille to figure out what was troubling Logan. His facial features gave nothing away. Even his tone of voice was formal and polite. If it wasn't for him not returning her hug, she wouldn't even be under the impression that something was wrong.

"Yeah, of course," Camille replied, allowing Logan to come in, before shutting the door behind him.

Logan walked six steps, before stopping, and turning around to face Camille.

"Is there anything you want to tell me about?" Logan asked.

Camille honestly didn't have a clue what Logan was talking about. She picked up on a hint of irritation in his voice when he asked the last question. Maybe Camille was just imagining things.

"What are you talking about?" Camille replied.

"Secrets, Camille. Are you keeping any secrets from me?" Logan asked.

Camille started mentally freaking out. Her eyes started to brim with tears. She had wanted to avoid this subject so that it was like it never happened. How could Logan have found out about that though? The only two people who knew were her and James. Surely, James didn't tell Logan, did he?

"Okay! James and I almost kissed, but we didn't actually kiss!" Camille blurted out.

Camille's heart broke when she saw the hurt and betrayal in Logan's eyes. His jaw had dropped, and tears leaked out from the corners of his eyes. He was obviously surprised by this. So what other secret had he been talking about?

Camille closed the distance between her and Logan. She grabbed hold of his arm.

"Logan, I'm sorry," she said sincerely, tears streaming down her face.

"Don't touch me!" Logan exclaimed, shaking himself free from Camille's grip.

Logan felt so betrayed. One of his best friends and his girlfriend almost kissed. Who's to say that the next time, they won't just almost kiss? What, did that mean the two of them had feelings for each other? When did this happen? How did this happen? Logan couldn't help but feel like this was just like back in Minnesota—James always gets the girl.

Logan was so confused. Camille had told him that she loves him. He had almost told her that he loves her. Does he still love her? Is it even possible for him to love her anymore? Or has that ship already sailed?

Logan was so incredibly hurt. This hurt far worse than any of the beatings he had received at juvie. This hurt far worse than when Sid stabbed him. In fact, Logan rather Sid stab him ten times over than deal with the pain that this caused him. This was too much.

"Who stopped the kiss?" Logan demanded.

"What?" Camille replied.

"You said you and James almost kissed. Who stopped the kiss?"

Camille couldn't even bring herself to look Logan in the eyes anymore. That was all the answer Logan needed though. Tears cascaded down his face.

"You didn't even stop the kiss. James did. If he hadn't…" Logan couldn't even finish that sentence.

Camille wanted to do anything to take Logan's pain away. He was shaking from head to toe. Camille wasn't sure if it was out of anger, sadness, or a mixture of both. Logan hated confrontations, but this one was kind of forced on him.

Logan walked past Camille. She thought he was going to leave, but he stopped just before reaching the door. He turned around slowly so that he was looking straight at her. His eyes glistened with tears.

"You and I are done, Camille. It's not all bad for you though. You managed to make three thousand dollars out of it. I mean you did win the bet you made with the Jennifers," Logan commented.

Camille felt like such an idiot. That's the secret Logan had been talking about. If only she'd have known. Now, Logan knows about her and James almost kissing, which was by far worse. She couldn't believe this was happening. After everything she and Logan had been through, this couldn't be the end. She sank to her knees, tears coming out of her eyes in torrents.

"When I kissed you for the first time, it was the most amazing thing I had ever experienced. It was the first time I had ever initiated a kiss with a girl too because stupid me, I actually was under the impression that you were the one. It looks like the joke is on me," Logan remarked.

Camille reached her hand out to Logan.

"Logan…" she sobbed.

"Don't Camille! Just don't!" Logan yelled.

He turned so that his back was to Camille, opened the door, and walked out on her, slamming the door shut behind him.

XXXXX

Carlos had been combing The Palm Woods looking for Logan after he had gone missing. It wasn't just Carlos looking for him either. Kendall, James, Katie, Mrs. Knight, Jo, and Stephanie were looking for Logan too. So far, their search had come up empty.

"Logan, where are you?" Carlos asked out loud.

Why would Logan go off on his own like this? What was he thinking? Where was he going? Carlos had a really bad feeling that Logan was off doing something reckless. What if he had decided to confront Sid's dad on his own? He wouldn't do that, would he? Logan had told Carlos that they would take care of it together.

Then, by some miracle, Carlos spotted Logan heading towards the parking lot. From what Carlos could tell, Logan looked really upset. Why was Logan upset? What had upset him?

"Logan!" Carlos called out.

If Logan heard Carlos, he didn't acknowledge it; he just kept on walking. Carlos saw a taxi cab pull up. Carlos really started to panic then. Running faster than he knew his legs could carry him, Carlos not only caught up to him, but got in between Logan and the taxi cab.

"Logan, what's wrong?" Carlos asked.

"I'm ending this once and for all," Logan replied, his voice shaky.

Carlos saw that Logan was crying…a lot. He didn't know what Logan had meant by 'this.' He wasn't really sure if he even wanted to know.

"What are you talking about? You're not going to see Sid's dad, are you? I thought you said you and I would take care of that together?" Carlos remarked.

"I don't see what the big deal is. Sid's dad wants revenge. You and your dad want Sid's dad to be brought to justice. Everyone's getting what they want," Logan said.

"He could kill you!"

"Maybe that's what I want!"

Carlos gasped. In all the time he's known Logan, not once has Logan ever mentioned suicide. He wasn't suicidal. At least that's what Carlos used to think. He didn't know what happened that made Logan so upset, but whatever it was, it was bad—really bad.

Carlos was at a loss. He didn't know what to do or say. He's never dealt with something like this before. Tears started to roll down his cheeks. All he could think about was that his best friend just told him that he wants to die.

Somehow, Carlos managed to form words. "You don't mean that, Logan! Think about all the people who care about you. Kendall, me, James…"

"James doesn't care about me!" Logan retorted.

Carlos was confused. He wasn't aware Logan was fighting with anyone. When did this happen? What did James do?

"How could you say that? Of course James cares about you! He's one of your best friends!" Carlos exclaimed.

"Right. That's why James and Camille almost kissed. Some best friend," Logan remarked bitterly.

Carlos couldn't believe his ears. Did Logan really just say what Carlos thought Logan said?

"Out of my way, Carlos," Logan said.

"No! I'm not going to let you get yourself killed!" Carlos replied.

The sound of approaching footsteps could be heard. Someone was running towards Logan and Carlos. It was none other than Camille.

"Logan, wait! Don't go!" Camille called out.

Logan took off running. Carlos may be blocking one entrance into the taxi, but there were other entrances. Logan swung around wide in an attempt to run around the car. Carlos mirrored Logan's movements. However, he didn't count on Logan stopping on a dime, reversing direction, and faking him out. Now that he had lured Carlos away from the entrance he had been blocking, Logan had a clear shot. When Carlos realized what Logan was doing, it was too late. Logan had always been faster than him. Logan made it inside the taxi cab, quickly shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Take me to the juvenile detention center," Logan said to the taxi driver, before the taxi pulled away.

To Be Continued…