Camille watched this year's prom king in amazement. She was sure that nobody would have expected that Logan Mitchell would become king. And she would have given anything to be his queen. Instead, she was here with a boy she didn't love. A boy who was nice and awesome and therefore didn't deserve to be taken advantage of. This night was supposed to be something special for Steve, but instead Camille had been partly to blame for the fact that this night had ended in confusion and chaos for him. And he let her know that, because during the drive back to the Palm Woods in his car he was very quiet and thoughtful. When they finally pulled into the parking lot and Camille was about to get out, Steve said, "Camille, we need to talk . . ."

Camille sat on a stone wall by the parking lot and reflected on the last few minutes. She was glad it was Steve who realized there was no point in them. This saved her from possibly hurting him. She wasn't sad, but she still felt sorry for Steve. He was kind and sincere and Camille really hoped that he would soon find a girl who actually loved him. Camille lifted her head and gazed at the stars in the dark night sky when a voice behind her made her turn.

"Milady?"

Logan stood in front of her and smiled. Camille got up off the wall and curtsied. "Your Highness."

"Where is your companion?"

Camille hesitated, not sure how to answer him. "He . . . he's headed for new shores." She wasn't sure, but she thought she read something like relief on his face. But then he apparently realized that himself and quickly corrected his expression into a very bad mask of pity. "I'm sorry to hear that, Camille."

"Thanks for your sympathy, Logan. But I'm fine. Really."

"Well then . . . would the lady like it if I escorted her home to her chambers?" Logan asked solemnly. Camille couldn't help but laugh. This whole king / prince / knight attitude really suited Logan. She grinned. "The lady would be delighted to have this royal escort."

When they got to Camille's apartment, Logan said softly, "I'm really sorry about tonight, Camille. I'm sure you must have imagined your prom differently."

'Yes, I pictured it with you, with you as my date, with you as my king,' Camille thought by herself and replied, "It's okay, Logan. I should know by now that things always go differently than planned when you four guys are around."

Logan nodded and ran his hand over the back of his neck. A gesture that Camille found extremely attractive.

"And you really aren't mad at me for trying to prevent you and Steve from becoming king and queen?"

"No, Logan. I'm not mad," she said, meaning it in all honesty. Suddenly, she had to think back to the night of 'Kiss and Tell' when Logan was about to ask her if she wanted to be his girlfriend again. She hoped he would try again. 'Please ask me. I will say yes, I promise. Please ask me one more time.'

Logan stood there, struggling internally with himself. This was the moment. All it took now was just one tiny question and all pain, sadness and confusion would vanish. Just one little question and all his wishes would come true. He swallowed. "Camille . . . do you-?"

The ringing of his cell phone ended the spell between them and simultaneously erased the hopeful look from Camille's eyes. Cursing inwardly, Logan pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the display. Kendall. Logan turned away from Camille. He didn't want to see her disappointment. "Yes, Kendall?"

"The queen misses her king."

"I doubt it," Logan replied dryly. Kendall chuckled. "Okay, joking aside. Where are you? Mom wants you to come home."

"Tell her I'm on my way. I'll be there in fifteen minutes at the latest."

"All right. Oh, and FYI, James's in a bit of a mood, so better avoid him when you get home."

"He's still upset?"

"Yes, but mostly because Katie, Carlos and I keep teasing him about being prom queen."

"Stop it. He has been through enough today."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Your wish is my command."

"See you soon", Logan ended the call and hung up.

For a few seconds he still had his back to Camille, staring thoughtfully at the phone in his hand.

"Logan?"

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment before turning back to her. He had made up his mind. He reached out and wanted to caress her cheek. "Camille . . ."

She slapped his hand away. "No! I won't accept that! Just a few seconds ago you were-"

"That's the point," Logan said firmly. "Don't you see it? Every time we try to get back together, something comes up. Maybe that's a sign for us that it's still too early."

She looked at him in bewilderment and disbelief. "Too early? Too early? Do you know how long I've been waiting for you? How long I hope we finally get another chance? Ever since the day you ended the relationship and we agreed to be just friends, and-"

"Exactly," Logan interrupted her. "But we were never 'just friends' and you know that. From the moment we first met there was more between us than just friendship, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself at first. Maybe fate is telling us that we have to learn first how to be real just friends before we can give each other a new chance."

"You are a person of science. You don't believe in fate."

"But you do, I know that. And that's why you know I'm right and that this is our only chance." Before he even finished the sentence, he saw tears in her eyes. "Please don't cry," he said pleadingly, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his arms. He just couldn't help it, he had to hold her, comfort her. "I'm so sorry," he whispered with a heavy heart.

"It feels like we've broken up for the second time," Camille said quietly.

"I know," Logan said as he hugged her tightly. Then he released her. They looked at each other. Camille put a hand to his cheek, came closer, but-

"No," Logan whispered and took a step back. "Not this time. This time it has to be right."

"How long?" she asked in a heavy voice and from her tone Logan knew that she was capitulating.

"I wish I could tell you. We can only hope it won't be too long."

"If that's what you want to do, then I'll wait."

Logan shook his head. "It's not something I want to do. But I think it's something we have to do. For us, for the future."

She nodded and opened the door of her apartment. Then she turned to Logan again. "Then good night, Your Majesty."

Logan bowed. "Good night, my lady."

Though Camille still felt like crying, she somehow managed to smile at his gesture. Logan saw the faint smile on her face and was relieved. Maybe their new way wouldn't be as difficult as he had feared.