Disclaimer: I don't own BTR, Honestly, or Hot Chelle Rae.

Song: Honestly

Artist: Hot Chelle Rae

Main Character: Logan

Summary: It's official: Camille has officially lost it. Logan's finally come to realize that she's just plain crazy and honestly, he just doesn't care.

Honestly, why are my clothes out on the street?
Honestly, I think you've lost your mind

Logan was exhausted. It'd been another long rehearsal, nine hours to be exact. His muscles ached from all the dancing, his voice was tired from a very intense vocal session. He was definitely looking forward to going back to the apartment and crashing in the comfort of his own bed.

Too bad nothing can be that easy when you're the boyfriend of the eccentric Camille Roberts. As their limo rounded the corner, a street full of clothes came into view. A particular pair of black boxers with bananas all over them gave away that they were indeed Logan's clothes.

"Dude, are those your-" James started.

"Yup," Logan quickly cut off with a light sigh.

"What are they doing on the-" Kendall began to ask.

"Camille," Logan answered.

"Logan," Carlos began, seriously, "You're girlfriend is crazy."

"I think she's actually lost her mind this time."

I can't believe I came home to find my car keyed
Honestly I'm way too tired to fight
Round and round drama every time

Logan kicked at the ground, infuriated, as he inspected the scratch that burned into the driver's side door of his brand new Chevy Camaro. He almost couldn't believe it. Like, he knew she was mad at him for whatever reason, but mad enough to actually key his fucking car? This was getting ridiculous.

He knew this was exactly the reaction she wanted from him. He knew she was waiting by the phone for him to call, to yell, to scream. Honestly, he didn't have the energy to give her that satisfaction this time. That'd just have to wait for tomorrow. He was too tired to argue with her. It was the same thing every time and honestly, it was getting old.

Ima go 'cause I got no
Problem with saying goodbye
Is it wrong that I'm gonna be
Having the time of my life

That's it. He was officially done with her. Logan held his head high with confidence as he walked away from his shocked ex-girlfriend. Normally when they broke up he felt some kind of resentment, an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. But this time, he only felt excitement. He felt free at last!

Never looking back at Camille, who still stood by the pool with her mouth agape, he headed up to 2J to get ready for an evening out with his friends. He was going to a party tonight, and for once he wasn't going to worry about anything but having the time of his life.

'Cause deep down I know
I should cry I should scream
And get down on my knees
I should say that I need you here
But I'm gonna party tonight
'Cause honestly I just don't care

This wasn't wrong. Okay, maybe it was a little wrong, but honestly, who cares? He knew deep inside he should be crying his eyes out right now. If history repeated itself, which it often does, he should be yelling and begging on his knees for forgiveness for something he never did in the first place, for another chance. He should be throwing compliments her way and convincing her that without her, he was nothing.

But that wasn't the case. He didn't want to lie through his teeth anymore. He was done with lying to her, to himself, to everyone. He wanted to be bitter and petty towards her. He wanted to live a life without fear of a psycho girlfriend. He wanted to party.

And he really didn't care about the cost because, honestly, he had nothing to lose.

Honestly everybody's stoked I'm finally free
Honestly my phone's blowing up tonight

Logan couldn't stop the smile that slowly crept onto his face. Word had gotten out fast about the breakup. He hadn't even gotten to the party yet and congratulatory messages littered his Twitter, Facebook and cellphone.

In fact, his phone was blowing up. Phone calls and texts from excited buds and cute girls came in a never ending flood.

God, life was good.

I'll go out get drunk again
Make out with all your dumb friends
Tag your face just to rub it in

"I'll take another shot, right here!" Logan drunkenly yelled to the bartender.

He tossed the shot down his throats and pulled the pretty girls on both sides of his closer. They were Marissa and Leslie, a couple of girls Camille had worked with on the set of a movie before.

"Omygosh, Logie, that was just adorable how you downed that drink!" Marissa giggled.

"Yeah! You should totally be a professional!" Leslie agreed quickly as she flipped her blonde hair around.

There girls were the epitome of stupid, but that didn't matter, not tonight. He only needed them for one thing. He brought Leslie's lips closer to his and slowly began what would quickly turn into an intense make out session. An iphone camera quickly captured the image and Logan smiled as he uploaded it on Facebook, tagging Camille in it, just to piss her off.

Don't roll up when they're playing my song
Don't act right when you know you're dead wrong
You're out of line, out of line, good night

Logan rolled his eyes when his phone rang and she popped up on the caller ID.

"Yeah?" he answered unenthusiastically.

"What the hell are you doing?" Camille's frantic voice demanded.

"I'm having a good night for once, not that it's any of your concern."

"It's most definitely my concern! Just because we broke up doesn't mean you can go out, kiss other girls and do things without me!" she yelled.

"Um, yeah, actually I think it does."

"You don't get paid to think! I'm coming there, right now!"

"Hold up a minute, we broke up! Don't go trying to ruin my night! Just leave me alone! It's over, we're over! And like usual, you're out of line! Goodnight!"

He ended the call and went back to the party without a second thought.

Well I'm undercover, you can drop that bomb
It's a little too late cause I'm already gone
I'm already gone

Camille was furious. This wasn't like all the other times they'd broken up. This time he was actually gone. She was losing power fast and there was nothing she could do about it.

Trying get her mind off of things, she logged onto her Facebook account, only to be greeted by dozens and dozens of messages and posts telling her what a psycho she was and how much better Logan was without her.

One message in particular stuck out. It was from some girl she'd never even seen. It read, "Seriously, Camille. You drove him away. You did this. Don't go blaming him or anyone else. This one's all you, babe!"

She slammed her laptop shut and clicked off her bedside lamp.

Honestly you did it to yourself
So don't blame me

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