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"JAMES!"
Kendall heard his best friend Logan bellow from their bedroom down the hall, followed by a loud slam of the front door.
Kendall immediately dropped his hockey magazine and scrambled to the living room. He then took a good look at Logan.
His face was flushed red from anger, and his eyes were now taken over by disbelief. His hands were balled into fists, and Kendall could've sworn he saw Logan trembling. That boy was beyond pissed.
The next face he saw was Camille's. Her cheeks were tear streaked as she tried to calm Logan down, which wasn't going too well.
Kendall quickly rushed to Logan's side and put a hand on his shoulder, only to have it shrugged off harshly.
"Logan, you need to calm down." Kendall said cautiously. Kendall had to admit that he was shocked. He knew better than anyone that Logan never expressed his feelings...especially when he was angry. He was way too stubborn to do that, so he just sulked and pouted until he was ready to talk about it (Which was hardly ever) and even then he seemed fairly calm as he spilled his guts, but apparently, this was a completely different story.
"Where. Is. James?" Logan asked through his teeth, glaring at Kendall.
Kendall froze. Frankly, he didn't know where James was. All he knew was that he needed Carlos to get him out of the apartment before Logan got back.
"Uhm... James isn't here. Him and Carlos went to...uh...the comic book store!" Kendall said nervously, hoping that Logan would buy is lie. Normally, he wouldn't have, but he was too angry to notice.
Logan gave a frustrated sigh, and started pacing again. Camille ran her hand up and down Logan's arm comfortingly.
"Kendall's right, Logan. Just go try and lay down before you do something you'll regret." She said softly. Logan turned to her, the sound of her voice calming him.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked.
Camille swallowed. "I couldn't tell you. I didn't want you getting all upset last night. I wanted you to be as happy as you could for as long as possible." She said, pulling him into a hug. Logan returned the gesture, and couldn't help but smile. She really was amazing.
As they pulled away, Logan opened his mouth to say something, but Camille stopped him. "Nope, you're gonna go lay down." She said, pulling him toward his bedroom down the hall. "You can talk to James later. Right now, you're just angry. When James gets home, the two of you are gonna sit down, and talk about this maturely. No spitballs, no fighting, no yelling. Your friendship is too strong to lose." She told him, sitting him down on the bed.
Camille smiled at him, and started to walk back to the living room, but Logan grabbed her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. Camille giggled and rested her head on his chest as he ran a hand through her hair. It was weird. For once, she was the one calming him down.
"Cam, I know you mean well, and I love you for it, but James crossed the line this time." He whispered. "And I'm telling you right now, I'm not gonna stand for it this time. If he says the wrong to me I swear I will-"
"Logan." Camille interrupted, noticing the anger bubbling back in his tone of voice. "I know you're upset, but hitting James isn't going to make you feel any better." She told him, kissing his hand that was now interlocked with hers.
"I beg to differ." He muttered.
Camille tilted her head so that she could see his face and gave him a look.
"What?"
"Don't you think you should have an open mind about this? I mean, we're talking about an over fourteen year old friendship here." She said, and Logan rolled his eyes.
"Oh, come on Camille. How would you feel if...Jo had kissed me? Hm? Cuz I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have an "open mind" about it."
Camille was silent. She tried to put herself in Logan's shoes, and the thought of Jo kissing Logan upset her. She would feel so betrayed that her best friend would do something like that to her. She understood. She knew how Logan must have felt when he found out that she and James had kissed the first time, and how he feels now. She suddenly felt guilt wash over her, and nodded her head.
"I get it." She said softly.
Logan nodded. "Good. He had no right to kiss you, and if he really wants my trust back, he's gonna have to earn it. I can't just pretend like this didn't happen. Then I would still be upset, because I would have never forgave him."
Camille sighed. "You're not even gonna try and listen to what he has to sa-
Logan interrupted her. "Camille, I've made up my mind, and there is nothing you can say or do that will change my mind." He told her in a serious tone.
Camille's eyes lit up. "Nothing at all?" She asked innocently.
Logan nodded. "Yep." he told her, a smile playing on his lips. And then, she did exactly what he wanted her to do. She shifted her body in Logan's lap so that their faces were inches apart, and slipped her and behind his neck, pulling his face towards hers. He gazed into her eyes as they leaned toward each other. Soon their lips met, and Logan moved his hand to Camille's lower back.
Soon, their soft kiss became more urgent. Camille pried Logan's mouth open, flicking her tongue against his. Surprised, Logan fell back onto the bed, taking Camille with him, letting her take control as their tongues dwelled and danced. Their lips continued to move in unison, and Camille whimpered as Logan bit her bottom lip. Then sound scared him, but exhilarated him at the same time. Encouraged, he flipped them over so that he was on top, and started to place butterfly kisses along her neck.
Camille sighed and arched her neck, providing him more access. Logan continued to garnish her neck with kisses, going lower and lower until he reached her collar bone, and licked where it dipped in, elicting a moan from Camille, that made Logan's heart skip a beat. She arched into his arms, where Logan brushed her bangs out of her face and smiled before reconnecting their lips. But before the kiss could deepen, he abruptly pulled away.
Logan cleared his throat. "I uhm.. I-I think we should...stop." He stammered, avoiding Camille's eyes.
Camille nodded, looking down. "Okay." she whispered, moving out of Logan's grasp. She shifted off of the bed and stood, snapping her head up to meet Logan's gaze.
"Well, I'm just gonna let you...I'll see you later." She said quickly, hurrying out of the bedroom, and back into the living room, where Kendall was sitting on the orange couch. He eyed her carefully.
She had bruised lips, her hair was a mess, and she had a very noticeable hickey on her neck. Normally, he would have called Logan and Camille out on making out, but he decided to let it go this time.
She walked over to the couch and sat beside him. He turned to her.
"Is Logan okay?" He asked.
She nodded, her face turning a little red. "He's a little better. He just needs to relax for a while." Kendall nodded his head.
"Well I'm gonna head over to Jo's." She told him standing up from her seat. "You coming?"
Kendall stood. "Sure."
When Camille and Kendall arrived at Jo's apartment, they were surprised by what they saw. After Carlos had opened the door for them, they walked into the living room where Jo was going off on a terrified looking James.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" She yelled at him. "What were you thinking? You know what...I don't think you were even thinking at all...Oh hey guys." She greeted when she saw her boyfriend and her best friend. She shot another glare at James before walking up to Kendall and giving him a kiss.
She glanced at the two of them. "So how'd he take it?" she asked as Carlos and James walked over to them, knowing exactly what she was talking about.
"He didn't handle it well." Kendall said, turning to James. "I'd give it a couple of hours before you try and talk to him, James."
"That's what I was going to do anyways." James told him, and everyone gave a small laugh, before they decided that they should leave Camille and James to talk.
As everyone hurried upstairs to Jo's room, Camille and James stood there in the middle of the living room for a long while before one of them decided to say something.
"I'm sorry, Camille." James finally said.
Camille looked up at him, and he continued to speak. "You were right. I was being selfish. I was just so caught up in my feelings for you that I...
"F-Feelings?" Camille asked shakily.
James gave her a small smile. "Yes, feelings. Strong feelings. Ones that I've been trying to ignore since we kissed all those months ago...maybe even before that, but i knew that you were off limits, because I knew that Logan was still in love with you, no matter how hard he tried to deny it. I couldn't help but think that you deserved better. I thought that you deserved someone that could show you how much he cared about you, someone that would always be there for you no matter what. Someone you had more in common with... Someone like me." He told her, gazing into her eyes.
Camille met his gaze, on the verge of crying. "James...
James shook his head. "You don't have to say it. I know you're in love with Logan." The words left his lips reluctantly, and he bit his lip to hold back his own tears. "Do you ever think that... you could have ever fallen in love with me? Before you even met Logan?" He asked.
"I-I don't know, honestly." She said. "Maybe could have have been, would've been, or maybe even should've been... but that's not how things played out. All of this happened for a reason, and maybe we should take it as a sign that...we were'nt meant to be anything more than friends."
James cringed a little at that word: friends.
He sighed. "I know how I feel about you, but I'm a big boy, I will get over it." He said more to himself than to Camille. "It's just...you looked so gorgeous last night and...I just...couldn't help myself." He whispered, looking away from her watery eyes.
"I don't want to lose your friendship because of this." He continued. "You're really the only one around here that really gets me, ya know? You are always there for me and... I can't lose that. Next to Kendall, Carlos and...Logan, you're all I have." He told her.
"I'm not going to ask you to be anything more than my friend, and I can live with that...I just need time to get over you." He said, and Camille nodded.
"I understand." She whispered, tears now running down both of their cheeks. She pulled him into a warm hug, and James let his tears flow freely, silently.
Things would get better soon.
A/N: Hi you guys! Sorry for the wait. End of the year assessments were this week, so all I've been able to do is study(: And sorry if I suck at make out scenes lol. I'm trying my best(: I've decided that this story will have... 11 chapters. Why 11? Because it's my favorite number(: And the time just feels right. So tell me what you think should happen at the end of the story. I love hearing your ideas. Hopefully I will make a sequel in the near future.
Quote: "Why are we in the middle of the lobby?"
"I just feel like I work better around witnesses...I mean people! People like you and I!" Gotta love Logan(: