Camille's POV

I just stood there, processing what Steve had just asked me. Be his... girlfriend? No, I couldn't. As much as I didn't want to hurt his feelings, I owed him the truth.

"Steve... I...can't be your girlfriend." I told him, my voice sounding small. God, Logan. Why did you have to kiss me and confuse everything?

Steve's face fell. I had never seen anyone so disappointed. I felt just as bad about the situation as he did.

"Why?" he asked me, his voice cracking a little. "Did I do something wrong? Am I coming on too strong? That's it isn't it? Oh, man I screwed up..." he rambled on until I cut in.

"What? No no no! You didn't do anything wrong, you're great." I told him, becoming more and more tense as I spoke. I really want this to go by faster.

Steve looked confused. "Then what is it? Is there someone else?" he asked. He took my silence as a yes, his eyes widening in realization and hurt.

"It's that guy we saw at the movies a couple weeks ago, isn't it?...Logan." He said dejectedly.

I nodded, afraid of the next question he was about to ask. "When did this happen? He didn't seem to be an issue since we've been dating." He asked me curiously.

I sighed. "The sooner the better."I reminded myself. "Well, this morning, I was on my way to my CSI audition, and ran into Logan, and then...we sorta...k-kissed." I stammered, afraid to look him in the eyes. I just couldn't.

Everything was quiet after the words left my mouth. I finally looked up into Steve's eyes, and regreted it. I saw a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. I killed me to look into them. Finally, he spoke.

"So... you cheated on me?" He asked, in disbeilef. I didn't want to say 'yes' so instead I said: "I'm so sorry." A tear falling down my cheek. I felt so horrible.

Steve nodded, trying to cover up his pain. "Oh... it's alright, I mean, we were just hanging out, right?"

All I could do was look down at my feet. I then looked up and saw Steve making his way to the door opening it up for me. "I'll see you around, Camille."

I gave Steve another apologetic look before walking out of the door.

Logan's POV

I feel so... I can't even find the words for it. Heartbroken? Rejected? Not that I been rejected like this before but, this was Camille. Smart, funny, gorgeous, insane Camille. When I was with her I felt so... alive, like a totally different person, and I loved the feeling of it. How could she say we can never 'truly' be together? Sure, we weren't together for that long but we were definitely real, true. Just being around her made me feel good. Heck, whenever she walked into a room everyone was instantly happier. She was always there for me and the guys, no matter what crazy antics we would get ourselves into, and she always knew how to cheer us up.

So Camille is a great friend anyways, let alone an amazing girlfriend. I would be lucky to have either one. But no, I can't settle for that, being just friends with Camille. Even if I wanted to, I knew I couldn't. All I would be able to think about was kissing her, holding her, making her laugh. I 'm tired of all this back and forth. I know what I want now, and I am determined to get it. I'm certain that Camille knows, too.

Then, as if on cue, I heard a faint knocking on the door. I heard James answer it. "Oh, hey Camille. What's up? Yeah Logan's here. Come on in. LOGAN!" I heard him yell. "Camille's at the door for you!"

I shot up out of my bed and made my way to the door. I almost gasped when I saw her. She looked really... good. She was wearing high waisted jean skirt over a red tank top, another color she looked good in, and her hair was curled to perfection, framing her ethereal face perfectly. For some reason, I had never looked at Camille this way before. She was stunning.

She gave me a small smile. "C-Can we talk?" she asked, twirling her fingers.

I nodded. "Yeah of course." I led her to the bedroom Kendall and I shared, closing the door behind us and immediately began to talk.

"Camille, I meant what I said earlier, about wanting to be with you." I told her, staring her in the eyes.

She nodded. "I know, it's just... I'm so confused."

I sighed. "No you're not. You're just scared. Well I'm here to tell you, you don't have to feel that way with me anymore, okay? Forget about James, Steve and Peggy. Right here, right now, you tell me the truth." (A/N: Haha sorry if this chapter is too fluffy).

Camille still looked uncertain, and I knew what was to come. "Can we be-"

"No." I answered for her. "No, we can't be friends."

Camille sighed. "Why not? I mean it would only be until-" she tried to say, but I cut in again.

"I said no Camille." I told her as seriously as I could. "I can't keep pretending that I don't want to be with you anymore. This is really getting old. Either you want me or you don't." I told her flat out, moving closer to her, noses touching. "If you don't want me, you can leave right now." I said, my voice in a whisper. Camille just stared at me, looking helpless, which I found extremely adorable.

I could feel her hot breath on my face, and suddenly, her lips crashed against mine. I kissed back just as passionately, smiling into the kiss. I pulled her as close as possible, our lips moving in sync until air became a problem. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face as we pulled apart.

"I love you." I breathed out, twirling one of her long curls around my finger.

Camille smiled. "I love you, too."

James POV

I sat down on the couch, pretending to watch TV when I was really wondering what Camille and Logan were talking about. Yes, I know what you're thinking. Camille is off-limits, but I still can't help but wonder what it would be like if Camille had fell in love with me, instead of Logan. I mean, we wouldn't of kissed unless there wasn't something between us right? And you can't lie, I mean, this thought has probably crossed your mind at least once. Well, even if it didn't, it makes perfect since to me.

Here I was, the face of Big Time Rush, and yet I'm the only one who hasn't had a girlfriend yet. Was something wrong with me? I always got the girl I wanted, but for some reason, Camille picked my best friend Logan. Not that Logan wasn't awesome and all of that, but I can help but be jealous.

Then Logan burst through his bedroom door, with the biggest smile on his face, holding Camille's hand, who was also beaming. I inwardly groaned.

"James, Camille and I are back together." Logan said, smiling at Camille as he did so. "Isn't it great?"

I gave him a small smile. "It is. Congrats, man. Well, I'm off to the pool." I said, hurrying out the door. I had to clear my head, forget about Camille, or there will be problems.

Hmmm. I smell drama with Logan and James. Don't you?