Chapter 2. Enjoyy(:

Jo and Carlos walked to their normal spot at the pool area to find a bored looking Camille, and a busy looking Logan, wildly typing on a laptop.

"Okay, okay, how 'bout this one? What would you do if everyone you knew told you that you would never have a chance with a guy that you really, really, liked?" Logan asked Camille. She rolled her eyes and sighed an exaggerated sigh.

"I don't know what I would do, Logan. Can we just stop it with the perfect guy quizzes?" Camille gave Jo and Carlos a small wave as they stared at the two with confused expressions.

"No! Before I help you get this guy, you have to be sure that he's the perfect guy for you!" Logan scolded, causing Camille to roll her eyes again.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Jo asked her, as both him and Carlos took a seat on the chair next to Camille's.

"Ugh. Logan here says he's going to help me get the guy I like to be mine," She says, pointing at Logan as he types at hyper speed. "But the thing is, I never asked for his help!" She says it loudly so that Logan hears her loud and clear. Both Jo and Carlos knit their eyebrows.

"But, wait a second," Carlos asked Camille. "Isn't ... ?" Carlos didn't finish his sentence and he didn't have to. They all knew very well that he was wondering how exactly Logan was going to get the person Camille likes to be hers when, in reality, it's him. Well, everyone accept Logan of course.

"I know," Camille said seriously to both Kendall and Carlos. "Which is why I don't want him to help me."

"Oh, okay, okay. I found a whole bunch of compatibility quizzes online, I'm gonna go print 'em out and ... you can fill them out later!" Logan said to Camille enthusiastically, grabbed his computer, and scurried out of the entrance, almost running over Kendall and James. The two had swimming shorts and t-shirts on, towels around their necks, and they exchanged glances as they approached the small group.

"Whoa. What's got Logan all geek'd up?" James asked with a laugh. Carlos took the liberty of explaining.

"Logan is going to help Camille impress the guy she likes." There was a small silence as everyone waited for James and Kendall to pick up what he was saying.

"But," Kendall said, turning his head to the side and pointing at Camille. "Don't you-"

"She knows." Carlos, Jo, and Camille said in unison.

"Well, this should get interesting within 3 days," James said tossing his towel onto an empty chair. "But until then ..." He stripped his shirt and did a cannon ball into the pool, causing a large splash of water to soak Jo.

"Ugh! James!" She whined. When James reached the surface, he put his hands up apologetically.

"I-I'm so sorry!" Jo rolled her eyes and walked away, grumbling something about changing her clothes.

"Nice one, James. Real smooth." Carlos teased, standing up so he was next to the pool and James splashed water at him. "Oh, that's how you feel, James? Oh, it's on!" Carlos stripped off his shoes and dived into the water right where James was stationed, and a girlish shriek filled the pool area.

After the whole debacle was over, Kendall rolled his eyes playfully at his friends and turned to Camille, who as apposed to watching the show like he had been, had been staring off into the sky. Amusing something was wrong, he rested his towel on the seat in front of him and took the place of Logan in the chair beside her.

"Hey. You okay?" He asked her quietly. Snapping out of it, Camille turned to him confused, then blushed as she realized what he was asking.

"Huh? Oh, um, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She lied, and sunk back in her chair in embarrassment. But, not wanting to push, Kendall nodded unsatisfied and pretended to pay attention to the commotion going on all around the pool area.

"Okay! So I'm not fine! I'm not even remotely okay." Camille said finally, breaking the silence between the two. Surprised, Kendall turned back to her.

"It's this whole, 'impress the one you like' thing with Logan, isn't it?" He asked her. She nodded glumly. "Yeah, I suspected."

"It's just, I don't see how he can listen to me talk about wanting a guy who's smart, funny, talented, has a great smile .... hear me talk about how I want a guy who listens to me, and cares what I'm saying. A guy who will try and romance me, even after the first two weeks of our relationship. Hear me say all those things that are basically describing him. And yet it just doesn't click. It makes me think he doesn't give himself enough credit or something." Kendall laughed.

"Oh trust me, the kid gives himself enough credit. It's just, Logan ..." Kendall sighed. "We all know Logan is really smart, right? But the thing is, he knows anything about everything accept one thing. Girls. And dating. So make it two things." Camille smiled and they sat in comfortable silence until she exasperatedly sighed again.

"Oh my freakin' gosh! Why can't he just ..." Not having a word, Camille thrust her hands in front of her as if she was holding something. To Kendall, it looked like she was holding two invisible oranges in front of her.

"You know what I mean?" Kendall nodded smugly, understanding but then again not. Kendall had never gone through anything like that personally, so it was hard for him to really feel for her. But he was her friend and she was really hurting, so he was going to try his best. And Logan knew for a fact that when you really liked someone, but they didn't like you, the best thing to do was to get over them.

"Camille," Kendall sighed and Camille looked at him, expectant and worried. "You can't ..." He trailed off and directed his attention to the maintenance guy as he blew leaves around with a leaf blower.

"What is it Kendall?" Camille asked seriously, looking right at him, so that he couldn't look away. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he was afraid if he continued he would do just that.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself." He murmured, and Camille looked at him confused.

"What do you ... ?" Camille shook her head, what Kendall was saying obviously not computing in her head. "What do you mean, 'doing this to myself'? Doing what?" Kendall rolled his eyes, not wanting to explain what he didn't really know himself.

"This! Spending every waking moment thinking about Logan. Fantasizing about being his girlfriend and him being your boyfriend. Making yourself fall head over heels for him when all he thinks of you as is a friend!" Camille looked so hurt and insulted that Kendall wished he could suck the words he said right back into his mouth like he had never said a thing.

"C-Camille I," Camille looked away from him, to the pool. She shook her head swiftly.

"No ... no it's ... it's fine." She said, still shaking her head.

"Really, I'm sorry, Camille. I, I didn't mean it."

"Yes, you did!" Camille exclaimed suddenly, causing Kendall to jump a little. She turned to him, smiling apologetically."Yes, you did Kendall, or else you wouldn't have said it. And, don't worry. It's true. Your right."

"No, no, I'm not, Camille-"

"Kendall! It's okay! Okay? I ... I should ... go." Camille awkwardly grabbed her purse and started to power walk away. Then she stopped abruptly.

"Hey Kendall?" She turned around to look at him. "What would you do? You know, if everyone told you you'd never have a chance with a girl. Would you listen to them ... Or would you follow your heart?" Kendall looked at Camille. She saw the corner of his mouth turn up slightly.

"I think you already know the answer to that." He said, and she nodded, because she did. Camille turned around to walk out again before he called her name.

"Camille?" She turned back to him, her face a dark shade of red. "We all know you really like Logan." She looked down at her shoes, her face getting even darker red then it had been before. If possible. "But Logan doesn't know it. And that makes all the difference."

As Camille ran out the entrance of the pool area, the last words she heard Kendall yell were, 'What to do about it is your choice'. What did he mean by that? She asked herself. Kendall's words lingered in her brain. After about an hour of contemplating them in her room, Camille decided to take Kendall's advice, despite the fact that she wasn't exactly sure what it was herself.

She was gonna tell him. She was gonna tell him how she felt about him, and he was going to listen. Whether he wanted to or not and whether her liked her or not, he was going to listen. Coming to the conclusion about telling him was a cinch for Camille. It was actually telling him, figuring out a way to do it, that was going to be the hard part. Especially considering at the moment, he was convinced that her person of interest was anyone but him.

Camille went through a number of scenarios in her head in the Palm Woods lobby as Logan sat in the chair beside her near the check in area. Logan was still thinking of ways for her to get her guy. So was she.

Hey, Camille? I just wanted you to know I'm glad you invited me out to your movie premier. Camille fantasized another scenario in her head. Oh yeah, and I love you. Camille smiled at the thought. Camille? Yes? Camille? Yes?

"CAMILLE!" Logan yelled in her ear, shaking her elbow until she snapped back to reality.

"Huh wha?" Camille asked, slightly embarrassed. Okay, so completely and totally embarrassed.

"I asked you if you filled out those questionnaire's I gave you." He said. Camille rolled her eyes and turned to the chair to her left.

"Oh, yeah. Right ... here." She dropped the small stack of papers on Logan's lap with a small thud. It had been three whole days since Logan decided he was going to help her. Camille, fearing that if he somehow put together the pieces and figured out it was him she liked, that he would be totally freaked out, wasn't able to enjoy or even acknowledge that they had been spending almost every waking moment together for 72 hours.

Camille watched him as he read through her questionnaire packet. Every once in a while, he smiled or laughed at whatever her answer was. Evey once in a while, her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, how come this one's blank? 'What characteristics do you look for in a guy?'" He pointed to the question at the bottom of the page and she squinted her eyes as if she couldn't read it although she knew she could perfectly. Then she shrugged.

"Oh that. I don't know, it just, seemed kind of stupid to fill out." She answered nonchalantly. Everything was going according to her plan.

"Well," Logan glanced at the paper confused, then back at Camille. "Why not?"

"Because, you don't need me to write down what I look for in a guy." Camille heard her voice crack and cursed herself for doing it. Logan became more interested when hearing her tone of voice change.

"How come?" He murmured. Camille heard her heart beat in her ears and she almost couldn't breath. Was she really about to say what she thought she was going to say?

"Because," Is she really about to say what I think she's going to say? Logan thought. "You could just, look in the mirror and you'd have my answer."

Logan raised his eyebrows, surprised and yet, not surprised. And, slightly disappointed. Did that mean something? Or was it just, some kind of friendly compliment? Logan felt uncomfortable and to embarrassed to ask for verification. Camille smiled at him, sort of disappointed that he didn't give her any sort of response, but without losing hope.

"Um, I'm sorry if I like, made everything all awkward. I just ..." Camille trailed off then shook her head, starting to stand up. "You know, you can just, just look over those and I'll go ... I-I'll just go." She stuttered. Concerned, Logan stood up quickly and grabbed her arm.

"Uh, Camille?" She turned around, wondering what exactly he was going to say.

"Yeah?" She asked expectantly.

"Thanks," He said. "Just, thanks. That was ... nice of you to say, you know? Not a lot of girls ... I ... Just thanks." He smiled at her and she almost melted when he did. Oh the power that boy's smile had on her, she would never understand.

"Y-Your welcome ... Logan." Camille uttered just before she quickly ran out of the Palm Woods lobby.

"Sup dude." Carlos and James said in unison.

"Oh, hey guys." Logan said, only slightly startled, turning to his two friends.

"Where's Kendall?" Logan asked him.

"Oh, Gustavo's working on his vocals since these days he's been just a little bit uh, shady." Carlos laughed.

"Yeah, I uh, can't say I've ever gone through the same problem." James said, popping his collar. At that, Carlos sucked his teeth and smacked James in the head.

"Hey, you guys. You know what Camille just told me?" The two boys exchanged glances then shrugged simultaneously.

"Okay, get this. She said, all the characteristics she's looking for in a guy, I have." Logan grinned. "How weird is that?" He looked at his friends expectantly with big eyes. They just stared at him with blank expressions, however.

"What's ... what's going on you guys?" Logan looked back and forth at the two of them, who looked at each other, wondering who was going to say what, and whether or not to even say it.

"Guys?" He asked, one last time.

"Logan," James said, putting his hand on his shoulder. "There's something I gotta tell you. It's about Camille, the guy she likes. Logan-"

"DUDE! W-," Carlos looked at Logan wide eyed, then back to James. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm talking to my friend! Is there a problem with that?" James asked him.

"Uh, yeah, considering your choice of topic, there is a problem with that. A huge one, as a matter of fact." Carlos shot back. They began to argue, Logan just looking at the both of them like they were crazy, which he wasn't so sure they weren't.

"Look, guys. Guys. GUYS!" He yelled, shutting them both up. "I don't know what you two are talking about, not sure I want to ... Anyway I gotta go insert all her answers into the computer, so I will see you guys on the flip side." Logan threw up his nerdy peace sign before hopping away with his laptop in one hand and a large stack of papers in the other.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Carlos asked James, once Logan was gone.

"My problem? What's your problem? Your the one who was all," James bulged his eyes in mock-worry. "WH-WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING DUDE! SOMETHING, SOMETHING, CHOICE OF CONVERSATION!" He whimpered, causing Carlos to smack him in the head again.

"Dude? Where do you think you get off, telling Logan things he doesn't need to know? And without even a bit of Camille's consent?" James rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips like he always did when he knew he was wrong but didn't want to admit it.

"Look, Camille's a big girl. She can make her own decisions. When she wants to tell Logan how she feels, she will. And it's not our place to tell him anything she hasn't already. Come on, man!" James nodded and they proceeded walking down the hallways, back to their suite.

Ehhh. I really really really don't want to end it their but I don't feel that there's much anything else to add AT THE MOMENT. Anyways, whatever. Review PLEASE!! Tell me what you think. Feedback/Constructive Criticism is welcome.