Camille woke up to beautiful rays of sunshine hitting her bed. She slowly sat up and glanced at the clock. It read 8:31. She groaned.
"Today's the big day." she whispered, throwing her sheets off of her legs and making her way to the bathroom. She had barely gotten any sleep last night because of all the drama that went on at the party, and tiredness was evident on her face when she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Great. Now I look like a zombie." She thought to herself as she ran herself a hot bath. She was going to take her sweet, sweet time with this. She sighed in pleasure as she leaned back into the tub, memories of last night flooding back to her.
When she had went back to the party, Logan didn't bother her about why she had been crying. They simply enjoyed the rest of their night with no stress, besides the fact that everyone had that kiss embedded in their minds, and were anxious of what was to come the next day. The ride home was silent and awkward. No one dared to look at Logan, since everyone felt bad about the fact that everyone knew something that he didn't. Jo had offered to stay with Camille that night, but Camille said she needed to be alone for a few hours.
It was about nine thirty when Camille finally got out of the tub. She blow dried her hair and left it in its natural waves. She then braided it to one side, with wavy side bangs on the other side. (A/N: You know, how she had it in Big time Beach Party?). She knew that Logan loved her hair that way, but she rarely wore it like that because it was so time consuming. Camille changed into her favorite blue tank top and jean shorts. She then put on a light make-up and examined herself in the mirror. Everything she was wearing was Logan's favorite, and she figured it would soften him up a bit before she had to tell him about the kiss.
She grabbed her keys and her cell phone, and made her way down the hallway to the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon rolls carrying her. She smiled. It was Sunday, and her dad always cooked breakfast on Sundays.
"Mornin' Cami Bear," her father greeted as she slipped into one of the stools around the kitchen island. She smiled at her dad's pet name for her. He passed her a glass or cranberry juice, yes, cranberry juice. It was her favorite drink. She thought orange juice was too...sweet. She loved the tiny bit of bitterness that came from cranberry juice.
"Sleep well?" he asked as Camille took a sip from her glass. Camille shook her head.
"Not really." she told him as he scraped some eggs out of a skillet and onto a plate. Cinnamon rolls and eggs. It might sound odd, but they tasted amazing together.
"What do you mean?" He inquired, handing her a plate. "Did something happen last night at the party?"
Camille gave a small chuckle. "Dad, you have no idea."
She then explained to her dad about the kiss, James, Logan, and all of the events that happened the night before. She told him how scared she was to tell Logan, and that she didn't want to get between James and Logan's friendship.
Her dad engulfed her in a bear hug, and she returned the gesture. "Everything will be just fine, Camille. Just tell him. The sooner this is out in the open, the better." He said softly and kissed her hair. She pulled away from his embrace and gave him a small smile.
"Thanks, dad." She told him warmly. She could always count on her dad.
"No problem, sweetheart. Now come on, eat up. You don't wanna tell him on an empty stomach, do you?" He said, and Camille walked back to the table. Then she heard the sound of the doorbell.
Mr. Roberts raised his eyebrows. "I wonder who that could be." he said thoughtfully, making his way to the front door. Camille listened to see who was at the door. Her eyes widened when she heard a familiar voice.
"Ah, Logan. This is a pleasant surprise," she heard her father say. "Come on in."
Camille stood up from her seat. Logan walked into the kitchen and smiled at her. "Good morning, m'lady." He greeted, taking her hand and kissing it tenderly.
Camille giggled. "What are you doing here so early?" she asked him, lacing her fingers with his.
"Well, you said you would tell me what was wrong with you last night, and I really wanted to spend the day with you, since you're gonna be working all week." He told her, referring to her first day on CSI: Miami the next day.
Logan gazed into her eyes and Camille looked behind him at her dad, giving him a pleading look. Mr. Roberts soon spoke up.
"Hey Logan, have you ate breakfast yet? I made cinnamon rolls. I think I remember Camille telling me you like cinnamon rolls." He asked, looking at Logan.
Logan grinned. "Yes, sir. I'm actually starving."
"Great, then take a seat and Camille will fix you a plate." he said cheerfully, picking up his plate and walking to his room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Camille asked, not wanting to be alone with Logan yet. "Why don't you eat with us."
"Well, Camille, I thought you two would like some alone time." He told his daughter, giving her a 'don't argue with me' look. Camille sighed as her father kept walking down the hallway. Then everything got quiet. She could feel Logan's eyes on her as she turned around, walking back to the island.
"You want eggs?" she asked him nervously.
"Uh, sure." He answered back, watching as Camille assembled his breakfast. Logan didn't like the mood between Camille and himself. It was as if they were an old married couple.
They ate in silence, and Logan examined her, up and down. The 'hormonally controlled teenage boy' part of him took over. All that ran through his mind was: "Long legs, tight tank top, short shorts, trim waist...nice a-"
"No Logan, do not go there." He scolded himself, but couldn't tear his eyes away from Camille's perfect form. His eyes wandered her body, up to her face, were he was greeted by Camille's chocolate brown eyes.
He bit his lip and, without warning, grabbed Camille's small waist and pulled her to him. Camille gasped, and Logan smirked. He loved knowing that he was the only one that could make his confident, strong girlfriend feel like she didn't have any control.
He pulled her a little closer so that she was straddling his waist. He then started to slowly rub circles along Camille's bare thighs, looking into her eyes the whole time.
"L-Logan." she whispered. "Wha-What are you-"
She didn't get to finish her sentence. Logan suddenly started to trail soft kisses along her neck.
"What was that?" she heard him whisper.
"Nothing." she breathed out, feeling Logan smile against her neck. He showered her neck with kisses and made his way to her lips.
"Camille, has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?" he asked, trailing the shape of her lips with his finger.
Camille looked into his eyes, and they weren't warm anymore. They were...dark. Sparkling with desire. She had never seen this side of Logan before. One part of her thought that her outfit was working a little too well, while the other thought that this part of Logan was... kinda hot.
"Uh...maybe..?" she retorted, and Logan smiled. "Well you are." he said softly, leaning into her lips.
Camille's eyes slipped shut, and suddenly, a pair of lips attacked her own. As they kissed, a little voice in the back of Camille's head said that she shouldn't be kissing Logan, when James' lips had just been on hers less than 24 hours ago. Those thoughts soon vanished as she felt Logan run his tongue across her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue softly brushed hers. Logan tasted something sharp and sweet on her tongue. Cranberry. He thought as he deepened the kiss. His hands explored her body, feeling every curve of her, as Camille ran her hands through his hair. Unfortunately for him, Camille pulled away after a few short seconds.
"What's...wrong?" Logan asked, trying to catch his breath.
Camille hopped off of his lap. "Logan!" she exclaimed.
"What? All we did was kiss." He told her, confused.
She sighed. "Yes but my dad is right in the other-"
"You kids done?" Mr. Roberts asked as he entered the room, grabbing Logan and Camille's plates off of the table.
The two teenagers blushed.
"Uh, yeah dad. It was great. Thanks." Camille said, smiling at her father. "Logan and I are gonna go out to the park for a bit. Is that okay?"
He nodded. "Of course."
Camille then grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him toward to the door as Logan called out: "Thanks for breakfast, sir."
Camille POV
"So... what did you want to tell me?" Logan asked me as we strolled through Palm Woods.
I took a deep breath. "Just say it." I thought.
"Okay, Logan, when you went up to use the bathroom last night at the party...James came up to me." I started.
Logan knitted his eyebrows together. "Okay...? What else?"
"Well... we started talking, and then...he..." I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
Logan ran a hand up and down my shoulder. "It's okay, take your time." He said warmly. Why does he have to make it so hard?
"He kissed me." I whispered, looking up at Logan, who's eyes had turned from concerned to hurt in a fraction of a second.
"What?" he asked softly.
"He-"
"No. No, don't...say it again." He stuttered, pacing back and forth. I looked down at my shoes, letting Logan process what I had just told him.
"Did you kiss him back?" I heard him ask, and I shook my head, looking into his teary brown eyes. I placed my hands on either sides of his face.
"No, Logan. I love you, and I could never do that to you." I whispered.
"Again..." I heard him mutter under his breath, but decided to ignore it.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Mad at you? of course not. This isn't your fault. At James? Oh yeah." He said, and started to walk very quickly to the Palm woods entrance. I started to get worried.
"Logan, what are you doing?" I asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm going to find James."
A/N: Since you guys are just that awesome, I decided to upload this chapter early(: Thanks so much for your support!
*Sorry guys, I had to re-upload this chapter cause there were a couple mistakes, and I wanted to edit a few things.*