Author's Note:
Once upon a time, I promised myself that I wouldn't write fanfiction for anything other than anime and video games because doing anything "real" (if you catch my drift) would be super weird.
But then I realized that that was a really dumb way of thinking and that I was free to write whatever I want.
SO! Enjoy this Big Time Rush fic I was inspired to write after watching the episode Big Time Decision.
"Okay! This is gonna be great!" Logan exclaimed as he attached another electrode to Kendall's face. He flicked a switch on his monitor, sending a minor shock to his blond friend. Kendall's violent flinch went completely unnoticed.
To be frank, Logan was excited to try this. Yeah, he said he didn't want to do this and that it was a last resort, but really he's been wanting to try his love science on Kendall since they all found out Jo returned. If he couldn't sort out his feelings by himself, it was easier to let the numbers decide for him.
Numbers never lie. Numbers are absolute. Logan likes numbers.
And numbers were going to help Kendall choose between Lucy or Jo.
Behind him, Camille sat on the orange couch, reading the numbers pumping out from Logan's EKG, when she suddenly asked, "Wait, this isn't how you picked me, is it?"
Logan froze, eyes wide. The look Kendall gave him didn't help.
Quick, deny!
"Whaaaaat?" Logan's voice rose several octaves as he turned to his girlfriend, "Pssh, no, of course not!"
Camille smiled, satisfied with that answer. However, looking back at Kendall, Logan nodded his head and mouthed "Yes, I did."
Like he could ever forget that day. It had changed him completely.
It was weeks before Big Time Rush's "All Around the World Tour" and a couple days after Kendall and Camille's spectacular display of figure skating prowess—or rather, lack thereof (could it even be called skill when it just looked downright painful?).
Logan was more confused than ever on how he felt about Camille. How could he react so...violently when he heard about Kendall and Camille keeping a secret from him? He chased Kendall, one of his best friends, with an ax guitar!
But it's okay. That can be justified with Logan trying to maintain the Don't Date Your Best Friend's Ex-Girlfriend Code. Even though it wasn't really about his ex. But that's not really his fault.
And was the ax guitar really necessary?
Of course it was!
Wait, no it wasn't. Nothing justifies trying to murder your friend with an ax!
Except maybe Camille.
Logan smacked his forehead, "No she doesn't!"
"Logan?"
The raven-haired boy gave himself whiplash turning around. Mrs. Knight and Katie were watching Logan from the kitchen counter as he sat on the couch supposedly reading a book.
"You okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Knight stared at him, bemused.
"Just peachy," he huffed, closing his book. He stopped paying attention to what he was reading ages ago.
"Right…" Katie said, unconvinced.
"Where are the other boys?" Mrs. Knight interrupted before Katie could make a remark.
"The park, I think," Logan rubbed his brow where he smacked himself. "Carlos and James said something about football and Kendall walked out with them."
"Alright. Well, Katie and I are going to run some errands." The two made their way to the front door, "We'll be back with dinner. Want anything specific?"
"Nope, go crazy."
"Got it. See you later." Then, they were out the door.
Logan, now alone on the couch with his thoughts, sighed heavily.
As much as he wanted to go back to reading, his mind was full of Camille Camille Camille Camille Camille Camille Camille.
Camille. Ca-mille. Kah-meal. Camel. Chamomile. Camille.
It was useless to resist.
What was she doing right now? Was she rehearsing for another part? Slapping some other poor soul that crossed paths with her? Maybe she was getting ready for an audition right now. Probably deciding what costume to wear that would let her get into character. She was always so meticulous about her costume and makeup. Maybe she was wearing her infamous red lipstick that she would kiss Logan with and get all over his face—
"Ahhhhh!" He was doing it again! He grabbed his previously discarded book and started hitting his head with it (not too hard).
Why. Couldn't. She. Get. Out. Of. His. Head?!
She was like a virus and he, a fragile child that caught her. She infected his brain and there was no cure for her. He was helpless, a victim, patient zero of the Camille Apocalypse.
She made him do crazy things! Like when he chased Kendall with the ax guitar. Or when he almost punched James and had a spitball duel with him for their kiss. Or when she robbed the Palm Woods as Mela Stark.
Technically, that last one was mostly on her, but he'll take some of the blame for it since he pushed her to stay in character.
Ugh. She just…! She was so…
Irritating!
Logan couldn't go a day without thinking about her. She was everywhere in his mind, messing with his brain and practically taking control. She made him lose control! She made him crazy! And for a man of science and reason, it was not a pleasant experience.
All the numbers and data and facts and analyses that he knew so well and relied on so much were practically thrown—shoved—out the window—out of a balcony.
Logan pouted as he slumped forward, his book left in his lap. He didn't like the way Camille made him feel. He felt so confused but his mind had never been clearer. He loved talking to her but the thought of interacting with her again always made his insides turn. He was so scared of her but he always felt calm in her presence. It was all so frustrating. There had to be a reasonable explanation for the way he was feeling.
He solemnly looked down at the book he attempted to read: Inner Machinations of the Brain. It discussed the different parts of the brain, how they functioned, where they were, and even talked about the nervous system.
Suddenly, a light bulb went off in the genius's own brain. There was a way he could logic his feelings out. The brain responded to everything. He could measure his heart rate, monitor the activity in his brain, and observe his perspiration levels to determine how he really felt about Camille.
It was fool-proof. It was genius. It was…
"Love Science!"
Logan whooped as he attached more electrodes to his arms. Good thing he wore a short-sleeve. Too bad he had to take off his lab coat, though. He really liked his lab coat.
He took a deep breath and flipped a switch. A shock was sent from the electrodes into his body and he winced.
He checked his watch. 3:34 pm. Camille should be practicing lines by the pool. She never had a set time for it, but, according to his calculations, this was the average time that Camille would be there. Yet another thing that irritates him about her. But right now, he appreciates it. Otherwise, he would have to track her down and drag all of this stuff outside, and he doesn't think there are enough outlets outside for it.
Alright, ok. This'll be easy. He just had to look at Camille, calculate all the data that would come in and then determine how he felt on a simple scale of 1-10.
How does he calculate all of it? It's difficult to explain but it involved an interesting process of converting heartbeats per minute into pounds of sweats divided by the activity in his limbic system.
First off! The control group. He would look at a few other girls first for comparison.
Plopping back on the orange couch, Logan peered out the window overlooking the Palm Woods pool. He zeroed in on a tan girl with long straight hair reading a magazine.
The machines around him started reacting loudly. Logan grabbed his clipboard and retrieved all the data in the blink of an eye. Within a few seconds, he had his results.
"5… Not bad, not good either," he nodded to himself. He looked back outside.
He focused on another girl who emerged from the pool in a blue and white swimsuit. Cute, but she waved to another guy across the pool. Probably a couple.
"Huh, a 3." As someone who was cheated on, he didn't feel comfortable looking at someone who was clearly in a relationship. Her low rating was nothing personal.
At least he knows he won't cheat on his girlfriend.
As he looked at a few more girls (none of them scoring over 6, he might have to shorten his scale), he wondered how his friends would react to being hooked up to his machines.
James, being a massive flirt and the self-proclaimed ladies' man of their group, might have all the girls score above 8. Well, actually, he can be pretty decisive when it comes to girls. His input might be something worth documenting for future purposes. He might even do it willingly. A whole afternoon of just looking at girls and rating them? A more perfect day couldn't have been planned for James Diamond.
Kendall would be more uncomfortable doing this, but he would cave in if Logan pleaded. He might be more biased though since he still has Jo in the back of his mind. He might even start to cry if he's kept there for too long. Although, he has been getting along well with Lucy lately…
Carlos would be the outlier here. Having never had a girlfriend or gone on more than a couple dates, he would find every girl attractive and give them all 10s. Thinking about it now, that would be really sweet and so very Carlos. He deserves a nice girlfriend.
Now, for the moment of truth. How he reacted would determine everything for Logan. He was kind of nervous. But he needed to calm down because his machines were still reading him and they were going off and it was ruining his data.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Okay, now look.
She sat in one of the cabanas, scripts sitting on the little table between her and one of her friends (quickly calculating, a 3 rounding up). She was really into the topic due to the fact that she was gesturing with her hands a lot.
Logan smiled to himself. Camille was always so animated, especially when she was happy or excited. The way her dark eyes would light up reminded him of how the night sky would light up with the stars. And the way her smile would transform her entire face made him want to smile back. Her hands, always smooth even when slapping him, moved around wildly. He sometimes found himself watching her hands instead of her eyes when she talked. She was captivating to watch.
Her friend said something back that caused Camille to laugh. Logan released a breath he didn't know he was holding and leaned into his hand. She covered her mouth with the tips of her left fingers while her other hand held her wrist, like she wanted to hide her smile but she also didn't. He wondered about the psychology behind that action.
Loud beeping tore Logan from his musings. He checked the machines. Data was flying towards him at lightning speed. He scrambled around for his clipboard he placed down at some point. He scribbled numbers and equations, legible to him now but when he looks back at them a week later, they'll be indecipherable.
But even then, he still wouldn't believe the score Camille got.
Was that even possible?
Well, technically, it was possible but he doesn't think it should be. But his math was correct. He double, triple, quadruple, quintuple checked. He compared it to the other girls he had looked at. He had done everything right.
Numbers never lied. Numbers were absolute.
Logan slowly gazed back towards the window, back at Camille, back at the person the numbers said he was in love with.
He was in love with her.
Logan Mitchell was in love with Camille Roberts.
And now, he was freaking out.
What should he do? Should he go down there and confess his love? No, no, no, that was too risky. Should he wait for her to come to him? That was even more risky and it was entirely possible that she would never approach him. Should he just sit here and wait and let everything that they've come to build as friends and as a couple fizzle out and disappear?
As Logan sat there, watching his heart laugh with someone else, he realized that he didn't want what they have, regardless of how confusing it was, to disappear. He just…
He wanted to be right next to her.
It was time, he decided. He was ready for more than an on-again off-again relationship. He was ready for a full-on relationship.
He just needed a catalyst to set things in motion...
Then, Camille looked up and spotted Logan. She blinked, surprised.
Logan yelped and threw himself backwards, rolling onto the floor. All of his machines were screeching at him.
He stayed sprawled out on the floor, trying to get his breathing under control. Going to talk to her was definitely out of the question now.
"Hey Loges, whatcha doin'?"
The genius member of BTR screamed again. Kendall, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, startled back.
"Are you okay?" Kendall questioned, getting worried for his friend. He must've returned from the park and Logan didn't notice.
"It's nothing!" Logan shot up.
"That doesn't really answer my question."
"You know what, I'm feeling kinda tired right now," he spoke quickly, throwing away his papers and ripping off the electrodes, "so I think I'm gonna go lie down. Okay? Okay, see ya buddy!" And he left Kendall in a confused cloud of dust.
Weeks later, when Big Time Rush was preparing to leave for their tour, Logan promised himself that when they returned he would try again with Camille. After every long trip, Camille always greeted him with a 'welcome home tackle'. It was the perfect opportunity to tell her how he truly felt and restart their relationship. Plus, it gave him the relationship advantage of being the pursuee and not the pursuer.
It was love science.
Okay, in the end, they both ended up tackling each other, but they were still happily together. They had a few bumps and bruises after the tour but it was nothing they couldn't handle. Honestly, Logan was proud of himself. Love science truly was fool-proof.
Until Kendall was spotted.
"What do I do?!"
"You run, man! Run!"
Maybe not entirely fool-proof.
Kendall zoomed out of the apartment, taking electrodes and the brain scanner all with him. Logan hopped over the remaining wires to look outside the window. Jo and Lucy had both stormed off, leaving Camille by the pool dejected. She saw Logan and shrugged apologetically.
Ah, don't look at me like that. It's not your fault, he thought to himself.
He paused for a moment. Being at this window, looking at Camille with all of his machines next to him, it brought him back to that day. All the frustration and confusion and sweat he experienced that day, just from looking at a single girl. He could kind of guess what Kendall was experiencing right now. He came to two conclusions:
One, it was possible to be in love with two different people at the same time (requires further study).
Two, he was so lucky to have only Camille Roberts.
Author's Note:
So, what number do you guys think Camille got? :3
Now, the typical answer would be a 10, but that's pretty basic. I seriously thought about what I should make it: 10? More than 10? A really long number that just seems irrational? Numbers do go on forever...
In the end, I decided to not give one and let your imaginations run wild with it. Though, if you were to ask me, I'd say Camille got pi.
Cuz, you know, pi is an irrational number that just goes on forever and never repeats and it could sorta be equated to Logan and Camille's relationship and how it'll never end and always be spontaneous and never-ending and how it's all based on feeling and irrational and yet it works out so well and makes perfect sense like numbers do. I don't know how Logan would come to pi though so...
I'm a nerdy romantic.
Also, you know how we tend to write something because of one simple scene that we want to immortalize on paper or on a digital screen?
Yeah...
For me, I loved the image of Logan just sitting on that bright orange couch, hooked up to all his machines and staring out a window at Camille. He would look so ridiculous in his lab coat and the weird brain scanner thingy on his head and all the wires attached to him. But then he's got a kinda dreamy look on his face as his machines go wild and it just. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THAT OK?!
Thank you for reading. Reviews are nice. But don't like, feel pressured to.
Ok, goodbye.