A/N: After watching a whole bunch of behind-the-scenes videos of BTR, how I would rank the boys from favorite to least favorite still hasn't changed. I still like Logan the best. Carlos is a close second. On the show, I like Kendall more than James. Off the show, Kendall and James are virtually tied for third. Anyways, there IS a point to this. Another one of my favorite behind-the-scenes BTR videos is "Big Time Rush: Who's the Most Girl Crazy?" I know, I know. You all have probably already seen this too. Like I said, I'm so far out of the loop that I'm not even aware there IS a loop. Anyways, here is a excerpt from it:

Carlos: "How about the fact that Logan can tell a girl like, 'Yeah, you know, that dress doesn't look good on you,' and she'll still be like, 'Okay! You're so cute! Oh my gosh!'"

Kendall: "Like he's the flirtiest kid in the world."

Carlos: "He'll tell someone to shut up, and she'll be like, 'Okay! You're so cute!'"

Logan: "I don't know what you guys are talking about."

Kendall: "Nah, that's going a little extreme, but for sure, Logan is the flirtiest out of all of us."

Logan: (to presumably female camerawoman) "How you doin'?"

Disclaimer: If you seriously think that little ol' me owns Big Time Rush, then…well…actually, I don't even know how to respond to that…

Til I Forget About You

Pleasant Surprise

After my joyous reunion with my best friends, my mood sobered up a bit when I saw Camille on the rooftop as well. On the one hand, it was nice to know that she cared. On the other hand, she was part of the reason I almost jumped in the first place. I couldn't in good conscience blame it all on her though.

"Logan, can I talk to you in private?" Camille asked.

I didn't verbalize a response. I merely nodded my head. Honestly, I was a bit apprehensive. For all I know, she might start yelling at me again. After what just happened, I don't know how I would deal with that.

We went to my room. I held the door open for Camille. Even though we weren't a couple right now, I was still a gentleman. Who ever said chivalry was dead? After Camille entered the threshold, I followed behind her, before shutting the door behind me.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

I was surprised when she walked up to me and just hugged me. I definitely wasn't expecting that. I was so shocked that I couldn't even hug her back. It made for a pretty awkward hug if you ask me.

"I'm so glad you're safe," she whispered.

I honestly didn't know what to say to Camille. I was already socially awkward around girls as it was. After everything I had been through with Camille, it only just added to the awkwardness of the moment.

Apparently content with the duration of the hug, she let go of me, and backed up a couple of steps. I had no idea what facial expression I wore at that instant, but Camille seemed to be studying my face carefully, and it made me even more self-conscious.

"Anyways, so I was thinking, and keep in mind that it doesn't have to be right away, but I was thinking of you and me trying to be us again," she said.

I shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea," I commented.

"Why not? I love you, and I'm pretty sure you love me too…"

"A relationship takes more than just love to work, Camille."

I fell silent immediately after I said that. Camille appeared to be deep in thought. She was probably trying to figure out exactly what it was I was saying. To tell you the truth, I wasn't even sure I knew exactly what it was I was saying.

"I don't want to hurt you, Camille. That's not my intention at all. It's just…it's just that I don't want to get hurt either," I stated.

"Logan, I would never hurt you," Camille responded.

"Maybe not intentionally."

An awkward silence fell upon us. It was a bit unsettling. Usually, there were no awkward silences between us. What does it say about us if there was one now? I took some comfort in the fact that the two of us weren't screaming at each other…yet. On the contrary, we were having a nice, civil conversation with each other…so far.

"So where does that leave us then? Friends?" Camille asked.

I sighed deeply before shaking my head again. "I think it would probably be best if we took a break from each other for awhile. I'm not saying that you and I will never get back together again. I'm only saying that when we do, that will be our last shot. If we can't make it work, then I guess we have to come to terms with the possibility that we weren't meant for one another. Since we only get one more go at it, I think it would be better if we wait; I mean we don't want to waste our last chance so soon, do we? I think the longer we wait, the better shot we'll have of actually making it work this time," I replied.

Camille broke eye contact with me. She stared down at her feet in an attempt to hide her sadness from me. I may not have been able to see her face at the moment, but I could still hear her crying softly. I closed the distance between us. I placed my hand against the side of her face, and gently brushed her tears away with my thumb.

"Don't cry, Camille. Please don't cry," I said.

"I can't help it. What you're saying makes sense. I guess. I just don't understand why we can't still be friends. Why do I have to quit you cold turkey?" she asked.

I snickered. She rolled her eyes at me playfully.

"Cold turkey? Did you really just say that? Who says that? I mean people do say that, but in that context?" I remarked.

"You're horrible," she replied, before shoving me lightly.

Despite her remark, I saw a smile tug at her lips. She was doing everything she could to keep that smile at bay. It was rather amusing.

"Oh really? Well if I'm so horrible, then why are you trying so hard not to smile? Methinks it's because you think I'm funny," I responded.

"You? Funny? Ha! Don't flatter yourself!" Camille remarked with a grin on her face.

A light bulb went off in my head, and a somewhat sadistic smile appeared on my face. I rubbed my hands together in eager anticipation…well, in my head; had I actually rubbed my hands together in eager anticipation, it would probably look kind of weird…

"You don't think I'm funny? I'll show you funny. Come here," I said, grabbing Camille by the waist.

I started tickling her side. She responded by laughing and squirming, but I continued my merciless onslaught.

"No, Logan! Don't!" Camille said in between laughs.

You see, it was a little known fact that Camille was ticklish. Actually, so was I. Camille was one of only a handful of people who knew that I was ticklish; very ticklish. On the flipside, I think I was the only person who knew that Camille was ticklish.

"Logan, stop! You're going to make me have an accident!" Camille exclaimed, still laughing.

"Really? I don't believe you," I replied, tickling her further.

"Logan, seriously! Do you want me to wet my pants?"

I ceased tickling Camille for a moment while I pondered that thought. What would people think if Camille actually did wet her pants? How would I explain my way out of that one? That would definitely put me in a pickle, for sure.

Camille took advantage of my distraction, and started tickling my side. Now I was the one laughing and squirming.

"Aww! Is Logie ticklish?" Camille asked, talking to me as she would talk to a baby.

I tickled her back. Now we were both laughing and squirming.

"Aww! Is Camille ticklish?" I replied, mimicking the tone of voice she had used with me.

She went to tickle me some more, but I grabbed her wrist. She tried tickling me with her other hand, but I grabbed that wrist as well. She tried to free herself from my grasp, but I wasn't about to let that happen. Our eyes locked on one another. The next thing I knew, the two of us were leaning in. Were we about to do what I think we were about to do?

I cleared my throat before retreating from the almost kiss. I turned away from her. I could feel blood pool in my cheeks. I did everything I could to hide the fact that I was blushing from Camille.

"I uh…just remembered that I didn't tell Kendall, James, and Carlos bye earlier. I'm going to see if I can catch them before they leave," I said, before getting the heck out of dodge.

I closed the door a bit harder than was probably necessary. I pressed my back against the door. My heart raced. My breathing rapidly accelerated. To make a long story short, I was flustered.

What just almost happened?

To Be Continued…

A/N: So I should have put "Fluff Alert!" in the author's note at the beginning of the chapter. Seriously though, I have no idea where that came from. On another note, currently "Hold On" and "Sink or Swim" are tied at the bottom on my poll. If either of those are your favorite, then I strongly suggest you do something about it. If not, then we might have our first double elimination. Don't rely on others to vote for your favorite.