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Til I Forget About You

Reconciliation

It had been three days since Camille and I fought. We hadn't spoken to one another since then. We've both been avoiding each other like the plague. There were some places where it was impossible to avoid her—school for instance. We both went to school at The Palm Woods. Just because we couldn't avoid each other at school didn't mean we had to talk to one another.

The longer we went without communicating with one another, the easier it became to continue to give Camille the silent treatment. We had both long since calmed down, but we also had both hurt each other when we weren't so calm.

I know that a lot of what was said was said in the heat of the moment. We both said some pretty hateful, hurtful things to one another. That being said, when you are that angry, your subconscious feelings bubble to the surface; things you wouldn't normally say get said anyways. In that case, I got a rude awakening as to how Camille really felt about me.

I knew I wasn't entirely without blame though. After all, I called her insecure. I told her how I resented her treating me like I belonged to her. I judged her based on how she chooses to show affection, or rather how often. I was wrong. It wasn't often I was wrong, but when I was, I'd own up to it.

Of course, a part of the reason I haven't had any contact with Camille—verbally or otherwise—was because Kendall, James, and even Carlos wouldn't let me. Any time I would show even the slightest inclination of wanting to go talk to Camille, every time she looked like she would come over and talk to me, the three of them would step in and guard me from her.

My skeptical side was starting to win out. What if Camille was right? What if I couldn't get another girlfriend? What if I couldn't get someone better? Was there even anyone better? Camille was pretty amazing when she wasn't making jabbing little remarks about me. Maybe I didn't want anyone else. Maybe all I wanted was Camille.

Would she even take me back though? Or was the damage to our relationship irreparable? Did we even still have a relationship? Neither one of us really said that we were breaking up in those exact words. Of course, maybe we didn't have to say it in those exact words. Our fight was pretty bad. It was by far our worst fight yet—even worse than when James and Camille kissed. Maybe there was an implied break up somewhere in the heated argument the two of us had a few days ago.

Kendall, James, Carlos, and I had finished with school for the day. We still had an hour before Gustavo and Kelly wanted us at Rocque Records for rehearsal. The four of us went back to Apartment 2J to at the very least drop off our school stuff. No sooner had we got into our apartment did we hear a knock on our front door. James went to open it, and Camille was standing on the other side. She must have followed us home.

"Can I see Logan?" I heard Camille ask.

"Over my dead body!" James exclaimed.

I rushed over and quickly got in between James and Camille.

"It's okay, James. I need to talk to her," I said.

"Are you serious?" Kendall asked incredulously.

"Very. Come on, Camille. Take a walk with me?" I asked.

I figured it would be safer and a little more private if we didn't have a conversation in front of the other guys. I also thought it would be a good idea to get Camille out of that situation. Based on the way Kendall, James, and Carlos were glaring at Camille, if looks could kill…

I walked out of Apartment 2J, quietly closing the door behind me. I fought back an urge to hold Camille's hand while we were walking. It might be a little too soon to start that back up again. I noticed her give me a small, grateful smile.

I had no idea where we were walking to. My feet kind of just had a mind of their own. All I knew is that we couldn't just stand there outside Apartment 2J because the guys might be able to hear what we were saying.

"I'm sorry about what I said the other day when we were fighting. Everything I said to you I said in the heat of the moment. I really wish I could take back all those hurtful things I said to you, but unfortunately, I can't. All I can do is ask for your forgiveness. I probably don't even deserve it," I said.

We both stopped walking, and Camille put her finger on my lips to shush me.

"Of course I forgive you. You don't even need to ask. I'm sorry too. Like you said, everything I said to you was in the heat of the moment, but that's still no excuse. What I said to you was far worse than what you said to me. I don't even know why I snapped at you like I did. I think it might be because I thought it sounded like you were choosing your best friends over me," Camille stated.

I placed my finger over her lips to shush her this time.

"I didn't say that. I mean I guess I could see how you might have deduced that based on what I said. If you had let me finish…Okay, that sounded bad. Let me try again. Yes, I don't want to leave my best friends behind. However, I also don't want you to leave me behind. Does that make sense?" I asked.

"I get it, Logan. I understand how this puts you in a difficult situation. It's not fair for me to ask you to choose between your best friends and me. You've never had me choose between my best friends and you. Look, you don't even have to decide anything right now. Take some time and think about it. I'm leaving in four days. Whatever you decide, I'll have no hard feelings," Camille said.

No matter how I sliced it, this was a lose-lose situation for me. If I chose to go to New York City with Camille, the guys won't be happy with me. If I chose to stay here in Los Angeles, Camille wouldn't be happy with me. No matter what I did, I'd be choosing one over the other, and the one I didn't choose would hate me for not choosing them. Sure, Camille says there will be no hard feelings no matter what I decide, but I know she really wants me to come with her; I know she'll be disappointed and upset at me if I choose to stay here.

I had known Kendall, James, and Carlos a whole lot longer than I had known Camille, so I felt inclined to choosing them. However, I felt like I was being tugged in two entirely different directions. A part of me felt like I should go with Camille to New York City. I mean what if I stay, and she does meet someone in New York City? She'll come back, if she'll even come back at all, with a boyfriend who isn't me. My insecurity was rearing its ugly head. It's not that I didn't trust Camille; it's just that I don't trust the guys who she might meet in New York City.

Camille might not have meant what she said to me, but what if she was right?

Meanwhile you'll be stuck here as a terminal bachelor!

I was your first romance, and I'll be your last romance, because why would anyone want to be your girlfriend? Unless they're desperate, that is!

Camille was my first romance. What if I stupidly let her slip away from me? What if she is the only one who will put up with me? What if no one else wants to be my girlfriend? I mean let's face it; I'm no James.

"Logan, hey, are you okay?" Camille inquired.

It wasn't until I felt a few tears trickle down my cheeks that I realized I had been crying. I wiped them away with the back of my hand all the while hoping Camille hadn't noticed I was crying.

"Yeah, I was just thinking," I answered.

"About what?" Camille replied.

"You know, you don't have to settle for me. I'm sure you could do much better than me. I know I'm flawed."

"Logan—"

"It's okay if you think I'm flawed. I think I'm flawed too."

Camille frowned at me. She never did like it when I was being hard on myself. She was always telling me that I didn't give myself enough credit.

"You're wrong. I'm not settling for you. I also couldn't do any better than you," Camille remarked.

"Gee, thanks!" I exclaimed. Was that supposed to make me feel better?

"No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that! I meant before you, no guy had ever asked me out before because I usually scare them away. Everyone seems to think I'm crazy. People view me as a drama queen with my over-the-top behavior. You're the only guy who has put up with me. For all I know, you are the only guy who will ever put up with me. That is why I couldn't do any better than you; you're already the best."

I suddenly became extremely self-aware. I noticed my cheeks start to heat up. I instantaneously turned my head away from her fully intent on keeping Camille from noticing as well.

It was amazing the difference three days could make. It was hard to believe that three days ago, Camille and I had our worst fight ever, and now we were both beating ourselves up by being our own worst critics.

Camille laughed lightly. "Are you…blushing?" she asked.

"What?" I replied in a high-pitched voice, before clearing my throat and speaking in a deeper voice. "What? No!"

My little squeaky slip up just caused me to blush more fiercely. I heard Camille's laughter increase in volume. This was splendid; the girl I like was amused by how socially awkward I was around girls. Or maybe it was just how socially awkward I was around Camille.

"Are you sure?" Camille questioned, chuckling.

I turned my entire body away from Camille.

"Wait. Give me a minute," I declared.

Stop blushing, Logan! Stop blushing! Darn you, Camille! Darn the effect you have on me! I continued trying to will myself to stop blushing, but it wasn't working very well.

"It's okay if you're blushing, Logan. It's…cute," she remarked.

"Cute?" I replied, skeptical of her diction. "I'll show you cute."

I had an idea, and instead of stopping to weigh the pros, and cons like I normally do, I decided to take a risk by making a bold move. I leaned in, and I saw her immediately respond by leaning in as well.

"Don't move," I instructed.

I didn't want this to be a mutual thing. I wanted this to be something that I did on my own. The way I saw it, this was a twofer; I would show Camille how sorry I truly was for the things I said to her in our fight a few days ago, and I could check something else off the list of firsts that I have done with Camille.

Camille did as I told her, and remained still. I continued to lean in. I closed my eyes and parted my lips before my lips crashed into hers. I must say that it was an entirely different experience when I was doing the kissing than when I was the one being kissed. Camille had to have known my gesture was coming. However, I could still tell that she was surprised by it nonetheless. It was a long kiss—one I didn't want to stop—but eventually, I ran out of breath and had to pull back. I panted as I tried to catch my breath.

Camille's jaw had dropped. Her eyes were wide as she stared straight ahead. I waved my hand back and forth in front of her face.

"Earth to Camille," I said.

That's when I saw how her cheeks were now flushed. I snickered. What goes around comes around.

"Are you…blushing?" I remarked.

I could hardly keep a straight face as I continued.

"It's okay if you're blushing, Camille. It's…cute," I said mockingly.

Truth be told, another reason I decided to kiss Camille for the first time was because up until a few days ago, I had no idea how much it bothered her that I never took the initiative when it came to kisses the two of us shared. Now that I knew, I wanted to rectify that.

"Wow! Just…wow!" Camille exclaimed.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay, so if you expect Camille and Logan to be all lovey-dovey every single chapter, then you are sadly mistaken. This is categorized as angst/romance for a reason. I also wanted to let you know a couple of things. First of all, in this story, I plan of focusing primarily on Logan and Camille. I'm not saying other characters won't appear, because they will; it's just they'll have more…minor roles. Secondly, I know what I want to accomplish in this story. Once again though, my writing style is that I come up with a premise and a general direction, but flesh out the details as I go; I don't have the whole story written out beforehand. I write as I go. That being said, please don't ask me how many chapters this story will have because I don't know. I write one chapter at a time. I also kindly ask that you don't tell me how many chapters to write. I love creative writing because there are no restrictions or limitations, so please don't impose any on me.