Oh ah Oh ah! What's up my webians, enjoying my story? Glad. Real glad I could entertain you. Okay so, I'm just like, REALLY pumped to watch the next episode of Big Time Rush, are you not? Now that I have seen hints of Clogan? Cogan? Lomille? whatever, I'm ready to see what the outcome is like. I just really hope they don't drag this relationship out too much like they did (or are doing) with Channy. I mean, we figured out Chad liked Sonny in like, the third episode. He ASKED HER OUT. And yet, it's been almost 30 episodes of obliviousness. It's retarded. So, I just hope BTR doesn't try and do that ... cuz that would be dumb. But then, I don't want them to just be dating in the next episode. I at least want them to go through the whole shebang for at least 2 or 3 episodes. Not too fast, not too slow, you know?
I don't know.
OH AND I JUST WANTED TO SAY THIS. Like, last year whenever I just started going onto Fan Fiction, before I even HAD one, I read some really awesome stories that NEVER GET FINISHED. If you are one of those people who currently has a story and hasn't finished it because you "think nobody's reading it" or "think it's a waste of time" THEN DON'T! Because there are many reasons why you may not get reviews or something.
First off, with my story Maybe He'll Change For You, the first ... I don't know, 8 chapters I had NO reviews. Yeah. Sucks. And I started to quit the story because I couldn't really think of anything else and I ddin't think anyone cared but I suddenly got a lot of review telling me the story is great and to continue. So you never know, you know? Now I have 52 reviews for the story, which doesn't seem like that much, but it's a lot in my book.
And also, some people filter their search to Complete. So try posting OTHER stories like one shots or short stories won't take long and then people will find them, and think "I'm going to read more from this author" and subscribe. Therefore getting you more readers. Also, you can finish your story and make it awesome, and people will read it soon enough, trust me. DON'T GIVE UP HOPE! FINISH THAT STORY MAN/WOMAN/OTHER! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN!
I do not own BTR.
Even though she pretended she was happy, even though she pretended she was relieved, she really wasn't. Not at all. Camille hid her pain and disappointment with a bright smile, a happy tone of voice, but she couldn't kid herself. She was mad that Logan gave her his blessing. She didn't want it. What she wanted was for him to get mad, get jealous, forbid her from seeing him ever again. But the truth was he didn't even care. He couldn't even care enough to remember Robbie's name. How sad was that? Whatever he was mad about, it sure didn't have anything to do with jealousy. It might very well be because James beat him at finding a guy for her. Who gets mad about things like that? Children, grade school kids? What's wrong with him? Why couldn't he just be jealous like a normal guy!
As Camille walked back and forth in the lobby huffing and scoffing and mumbling under her breath, Logan's boss caught up to her with a notepad and pen, as promised. Camille sighed impatiently.
"Ugh. Look, sir, I know I ... promised I would help you out, but I'm just, really in a bad mood," She informed him. He shook his head vigouresly and smiled at her.
"No! No, see, that's what I need! I need your anger, your emotion, all of it! So I can take it, and morph it into the perfect 'I'm Sorry' song for the dogs, and win the hearts of millions," He said proudly, crossing his arms. Camille sighed again, this time with defeat.
"What do you need me to do?" He jumped up with exitement and sat down in one of the lobby chairs, then motioned for her to do the same by tapping the seat of the one next to him.
"Tell me exactly how you feel. I want to know everything. Just think of me as your .... diary," So, that's exactly what she did. She told him everything about liking Logan and how he didn't like her back, and how she didn't want him to want her to go out with Robbie. She mentioned how unhappy she was with this. He nodded and listened and took notes occasionally.
"So, emotionally speaking, how do you feel about all this?" He asked, reminding Camille of a psychiatrist or something. She was imagining him with a large lab coat on and little glasses sitting at the tip of his nose. Camille quickly dismissed the creepy image and replaced it with the answer to his question. How did she feel about it? She couldn't put it in one word, or even one sentence. Well, if he was going to keep track, he better write like the wind.
"Well, this is going to take a while."
"Oh, no problem! Just between me and you," He looked from left to right to check if anyone was listening. When he was sure there wasn't anyone around, he leaned in so he was closer to Camille. "I have nothing else to do," He whispered.
Camille had a confused and sort of scared expression on her face, but she ignored her second thoughts and started on with her 'diary entry'.
"Okay. So, let's see. I've liked Logan for about, 3, 4 months now? And it's like, every time I see him, It's just a constant reminder that he doesn't like me. And the more I think about him not liking me, the better looking he gets. It's weird huh? I mean, I like him, and he doesn't like me, which makes me like him more? Ugh." Camille fell back in the chair so her head was resting on the head of it. She inhailed, and let it out through her mouth.
"Mm hmm. Okay. So, let's just say you and him got together. How would you feel about him. Would it seem like a disappointment, would you like him less now that you have him? Or the other way around?" Camille looked at him and thought about what he was asking her. She could tell by the way he was speaking, that he thought it was pretty pathetic that she liked Logan so much. She couldn't help it if she was obsessed! It's not as if she hasn't tried to.
"No. It would be ... amazing. Incredible. Pure bliss. It would be utter beatitude. Hmph. I can't even ... I can't even imagine what it would be like for him to hold me ... to call me baby. To wipe away my tears when I blow an audition. To tell me I'm the finest, I'm the prettiest, I'm the best looking in the room .... haha. Even when my hair's a hot mess."
"What is it that makes you like him so much? I mean, why Logan? Of all the dogs, Logan?" He asked, sounding sort of interested, to Camille's surprise.
"What's not to like? I mean, he has everything. The list never ends," she said, shaking her head. Camille new there simply wasn't enough words in the world for her to tell him why she liked Logan.
"I guess we'll know soon enough, won't we?" He asked cleverly and smirked at Camille. Camille smiled back. I don't know why the guys always complain about this guy. I think he's actually pretty cool. Camille took in a deep breath, and spoke. Spoke words she had never said before, to anyone. Not to Kendall, not to Jo, not to her mom, not even to her favorite stuffed animal. And to her, it felt good. To get it out, to let it go. To finally pull back the curtains and reveal her feelings to someone. It gave her hope. It made her think that maybe this was a start. Maybe now that she was able to tell other people, like Kendall or Gustavo, she could tell Logan.
The thing was, telling Logan wasn't what was holding her back. It was his reaction that was keeping her tied up, binding her, sowing her mouth shut. What if he didn't like her back? Oh well. That wouldn't be all that bad. It would suck, yes. But Camille knew she would live. She's used to rejection. What if he got freaked out and stopped hanging out with her, stopped talking to her, hated her?
That's what she wouldn't be able to handle. She wouldn't want to live with herself. She was sure it would send her into a pit of deep depression. She hated losing friends, one of the many reasons why she hated making them. But she has, a great bunch at that. And she was so afraid of losing them, especially Logan,. That's why she couldn't tell Logan how she felt. That's why she couldn't 'hang out after an audition' or 'catch a movie' or do anything but occasionally hang out here and there at the pool area.
She was afraid of losing him, and she was terrified of having him.
"And that's just his hair, I mean, don't even get me started on what he smells like," Camille stated happily. Speaking of Logan was putting her in a good mood, it always did. Just seeing Logan smile could pull her out of the dumps effortlessly. This was a blessing and a curse. Gustavo looked exhausted, breathing heavily, his eyes like golf balls.
"24 pages .... so much words ... so much ... love ..." Gustavo mumbled between breaths. Camille, not noticing his comment or current state, continued.
"Ughh. It's like he dips himself in a vat of cinnamon, caramel, vanilla, and Fabreez every morning. Ohh, and with just a hint of lemon," Camille inhaled through her nose with her eyes closed dreamily and imagined Logan standing in front of her while she took in his scent.
"I mean, it must put every girl he comes in contact with in euphoria," She said looking to Gustavo, finally realizing his current stage. "Whoa, are ... are you okay Gustavo?"
"Sure? Why wouldn't I be?" He asked and laughed psychotically, weirding Camille out a little bit.
"Um, Gustavo? Maybe you should just ... take a little rest by the pool?" Camille suggested. Gustavo nodded repeatedly, again, making himself look very far from sane, and stood up slowly. Then he thrust the pen and pad in her hands and looked at her with a serious expression.
"You know what? You write the song. I can't do this."
"But ... I ... I can't!" Camille defended herself. She was an actress, not a songwriter.
"You can! Don't worry we'll ... we'll give you credit in the album paper thing and I'll get Kelly to add a melody to it later. Just please ... please." Camille couldn't stand looking at him this vulnerable. Even if he wasn't her boss, he was a grown man who was groveling to a 15 year old girl. It just wasn't right.
"Alright. I'll do it," Camille said, pity dripping from her voice. Gustavo sighed with relief and walked away towards the pool. Camille sighed, plopped back down onto her chair and looked over 24 pages of Loganess.
Well, Camille thought. It can't be that much different then my poetry. Maybe it will work out. Hey, maybe other artists will request me to write a song for them too. Camille laughed at the thought. She knew that wasn't logical, but a girl can dream. That was the first rule of Hollywood. Dare to dream.
As she looked over the pages, 4, 13, and 21 stood out the most. She dog eared each of those pages as she went through, and when she was done, went back to them. As Camille was reading, she almost couldn't believe what she was seeing. Did I really say that? I didn't even know I felt like that! She was astonished, but impressed. She made a breakthrough without even knowing it.
"My mum makes me mash my M&M's," Logan sung unenthusiastically as Kelly instructed him and the others.
"Okay, G minor!" She yelled. The boys groaned, but sucked it up. Sure, it was boring, suckish, fantastically lame. But it was all part of the territory. You don't win the Grammy without the time and the effort.
"My Mum Makes Me Mash My M&M's." And candy coated chocolate. Kelly nodded satisfied with her work, then suddenly jumped at the vibration of her phone.
"Hello? Gustavo? Where have you been? At the pool? Well what on Earth are you doing there?" Kelly yelled into her phone obnoxiously. The guys looked at each other confused, then returned to Kelly when she started to speak again.
"Ohhh, a break you say? A break? Right, so, where was that attitude ... hmm I don't know ... THE ENTIRE TIME I'VE BEEN WORKING FOR YOU?" Kelly hung up her phone with a huff, and looked at the boys. They quickly pretended to be talking amongst themselves, not wanting to look nosy.
"Okay guys, so it looks like Gustavo's going to be gone for just a little while longer, but we can pick up on our vocal exercises again."
"NO!" They all screamed simoltaniously. Kelly sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Ugh. Thank you so much. I'm taking a break. You guys can too, I guess," Kelly said, walking out of the recording booth. She bumped into a short brunette as she walked out, excusing herself and starting to leave the premesis, she was stopped by the girl.
"Kelly! Can I talk to you for a sec?" Camille asked her. Kelly rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Oh hey Camille! What's up?" Carlos greeted her, James, Kendall, and Logan following behind him. Logan looked at her confused, and Camille looked away quickly, not wanting the water works to start up again.
"Uhh, privately?" She whispered. Kelly, slightly concerned by her desperation, nodded and lead her into the recording studio. The boys followed them untill Kelly turned around, shrugged her shoulders and slammed the door shut. They all lined up against the window, trying to read their lips.
"I wonder what they're talking about," Carlos said to no one in particular.
"Probably me," James said arrogantly.
"Probably about Raymond," Logan said, pretending he didn't know Robbie's name again.
"Umm, it's Robbie? And they're probably just talking about girl stuff, which means we should give them their privacy," Said Kendall, being the voice of reason as always.
"Aww, but that's no fun!" Carlos whined childishly. They all stared at one another in silence as they contemplated what to do.
"I say we eavesdrop and pretend we never heard anything," James said, breaking the silence. The other three shrugged, and in no time they were back on the window, this time their ears pressed to the cold glass.
Inside the studio, Camille explained to Kelly what was going on with Gustavo and why he was on a 'break' and why she was writing a song for Big Time Rush.
Camille didn't, however, tell her the person the song was about.
Kelly looked at her like she was an alien, and made rude remarks toward Gustavo every now and then. When she was finally done and she told her she had a potential song ready and wanted her to hear it, Kelly sighed obnoxiously, grabbed one of the pillows from the couch they were sitting on, pressed it to her face and screamed as loud as she could. Then, she sighed again, and nodded.
"Okay."
"Um, sing?" Camille said stupidly.
"Show me what you workin' with." Camille cleared her throat nervously, and picked up the pad. She flipped through pages where she knew the song wouldn't be, quickly trying to find it. She was usually never nervous under pressure, actually, that was usually when she did her best. But for some reason, she was a nervous wreck.
When she finally found the correct page, she cleared her throat again and inhaled. She looked at Kelly, who was looking at her expectantly. Well, here goes nothing. She said in her head, and she started to quietly sing the melody.
"So wonderful
Such bliss
I don't think I've ever felt such an amazing love as this
You stole my heart with your seductive smile
But you've broken it since we've been apart for a while
What we were, I'm not sure what it was
If it was love or a lie
or just something to try
The point is I miss it
The point is I want it
The point is I need it
[The point is I need it]
"So um, and then the chorus goes..." Camille continued.
Please hold me tight again
Please wipe my tears away
Please call me baby and ask me to always stay in your arms
Tell me you love me, and I'll return the favor
Say you we're wrong, that you made a mistake
Send me back [to Euphoria]
"I hear singing," Carlos murmured while concentrating on listening.
"Yeah. Me too," James agreed.
"Maybe they're talking about one of our songs or something. You know how Camille's always begging to be in one of our music videos." Kendall suggested smartly.
"SHHH!" Logan said. The four friends went back to listening in.
The place where we share memories
That place oh so sweet
The only place that I can feel safe
The place where you swept me off my feet
Because I'm dying here
It's you that I need
I crave your touch,
I crave your smell
Your hand in my hand
Your head in my neck
Your thoughts in my head
Your laugh in my ears
Your face in my dreams
Your lips on mine
My heart, it beats for ya
So please, babe
Please babe
Just take me back [to Euphoria]
"Um ... So from there you go to the second verse..."
It's crazy
You know
I never really thought I'd want something so badly
But I do
And it's you
[Oh it's you]
You stole my heart with your confidence
You have no fear and I'm envious
I don't see what there's not to love
But what I do see
is that you and me
fit together
perfectly
like a hand and a glove
The point is I miss you
The point is I want you
The point is I need you
[I need you]
[I need you]"
"And then you know ... You repeat the chorus one last time and I know I don't have a breakdown yes but I ... It's just ... So ... Um ... I mean, I guess it's not an I'm Sorry song perce, I mean, I guess it's sort of roughly written and there's definitely room for improvement, but I mean it still seems-" When Camille looked up from the pad, she was astonished to see Kelly crying. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she ran up to Camille and embraced her roughly.
"That was ... one of the most amazing songs I have ever heard." Camille was bemused. She never thought of such a thing. If anything she thought the song was ... sort of cheesy.
"And what made it even more amazing was the way you sang it! Damn girl! Who did you inherent those vocal cords from?" Camille must have been wrong then. Maybe she should start believing in herself more ...
"Wow..." Kelly said pushing Camille away from her slightly but still cradling her shoulders at arms length. "Give this girl a pen and a paper and she will work magic!" Camille grinned and soon enough, her eyes started to water too. She felt extremely lame, especially since all of Big Time Rush was staring at her through the studio window. She sucked it up as best she could and started to talk with Kelly about picking up the tempo towards the end of the song.
"So, you'll show Gustavo later today I guess. But you can show the guys right now since they're all here," Kelly said opening the door. The guys all rushed away from the window as the two girls stared at them with fake disappointment.
"Gasp! Were you guys eavesdropping?" Kelly asked, already knowing the answer. They glanced at one another until one of them got an idea.
"That depends. Were you guys talking about me?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. Everyone looked at him like he was ... well stupid.
"No! Really?" Kelly asked surprised. Now it was Carlos turn.
"Were you guys talking about girl stuff?" He asked, not caring if they knew he was eavesdropping anymore.
"Actually, Camille wrote you guys an amazing song. And she would like to sing it for you..." Everyone stared at Camille surprised and unbelieving, and Camille stared back at them wide eyed and terrified.
"Wha ... I ... No! I didn't agree to that!" Kelly sighed and patted her on the back.
"Come on Camille. Just sing them the chorus just like the way you did for me, at least so they can get a preview. Anyways, Camille, you have an amazing voice for someone who doesn't plan on pursuing a singing career." The guys looked at her expectantly, Logan studied her face. Camille wanted to pee her pants. How could Kelly do this to her? She thought they were friends! And now she was throwing her under the bus? Come on! Asking her to sing a song in front of the boy it was written for and all his friends? Yeah, some friend she was.
Camille looked at James, then Carlos, then Kendall, then Kelly, and finally Logan. She tried to read his expression, but it looked like he was in fact, reading hers. Then, when he realized she caught him staring at her, he blushed a little.
Ugh. Why did he have to be so effing cute? Then, to Camille's surprise, he smiled at her and nodded for her to go on. She looked at him with a questioning look. She wasn't even sure this was a good idea herself ... but she was doing it. Because Logan smiled at her. See? At this moment, it's a curse.
"Whoo. Okay." Camille shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at the judgmental ones of the others. Then she sucked in a deep breath and began to sing.
"Because I'm dying here
I crave your touch
I crave your smell
Your hand in my hand
Your face in my neck
Your thoughts in my head
Your laugh in my ears
Your face in my dreams
Your lips on mine
My heart, it beats for ya
So please, babe
Now babe
Just take me back [to Euphoria]"
"Well. That's it. The chorus ... at least." Camille kept her head down as she talked, too afraid to look anyone in the eye. There was a big long period of time where there was no talking, the only noise being made was Kelly sniffing and blowing her nose from crying before. Once Kelly was done and there really was silence, the weirdest thing happened. They applauded. All of them, even Kelly again. Even Logan. Some of them walked over to Camille and patted her on the back or playfully punched her arm saying encouraging things like "Who woulda known?" and "You go girl!" and "So you weren't talking about girl stuff?"
"No. Well, kind of. But not technically. This song is sort of girly-ish. But not that much. It's more of a..." Camille searched for her words carefully." Guy-serenading-to-his-ex-girlfriend-who-just-broke-up-with-him-because-of-something-really-stupid kind of song."
"Well, I liked it a lot. I mean, you would definitely find me with that on my iPod." The rest of the guys babbled in agreement with James statement and nodded their heads. Camille couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. She was ecstatic. They actually liked her song. It brought Kelly to tears, it's worthy enough to be on James' iPod, and it's just perfect enough for millions of people across the nation to serenade their dearly missed lady/man friends.
"So, I get to say 'So please BABE now BABE take me back to Uwhatever' in the end right?" James asked eagerly. "I mean, the parts perfect for me. Don't you think?"
"Sure, as long as it's the only part you sing in the song if you're going to make it sound like that." James looked at Kendall accusingly and slapped his arm.
"Ow! Dude! It was a joke!" Kendall defended, then when James looked away, he smacked him in the back of the head. "Ohh! Got you there, didn't I?" Soon enough, it turned into an all our braul with Carlos and Kelly as referee's trying to 'break it up'. And then there were two.
"So, who knew Camille was quite the songwriter." Camille turned twelve shades of red when he said it, and even darker when he flashed her his warm smile. Ahh. Put 1 up for Blessing.
"Yeah well, definitely not me," Camille murmured. Logan looked at her like he was studying her face again, which made her so nervous she stared at her shoes again.
"Camille ... you gotta have more faith in yourself," He said, surprising her. She looked up at him and it was as if they switched bodies. Her studying his face and him looking at the ground.
"You really think the song was good? I mean, you don't think it was like, too cheesy or too girly or too NeverShoutNever?" Camille asked him expectantly. Logan laughed with his eyes closed, then wiped a tear from his eye.
"Man, you crack me up Camille," He said, completely disregarding her question. Um, okay? Was that a yes? A no? A kind of? Camille was uber confused.
"Wait ... so it's not good?" Camille asked him, completely confused.
"Want the truth?" He asked her. Actually, I think I would prefer if you lied. She said to him. Well, she did in her head. In reality she just nodded.
"I think it's too good for us," When Logan saw Camille's confused expression, he took the liberty of explaining himself. "I mean, think about it. We're adolescent boys who have mild dating or relationship experience, we're in a boy band, working with producers who's songs are normally in the category of Justin Bieber. This song, it comes from the heart," He said jabbing his forefinger at the notepad. "Our songs? Come from lack of songwriting experience."
"Hmm, well then. I guess I know it's good if Logan tells me it is," Camille murmured. Logan turned his head and looked at her from the side of his eye like she was hiding something.
"I'm sorry, did I detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice?" He joked. Camille placed her hand on her heart and opened her mouth as if she was appalled he would think such a thing.
"I'm appalled you would think such a thing!" They both laughed and fell into a comfortable silence. Logan looked down and brushed his hand through his hair nonchalantly.
"Well, I promise when we squeeze out of our cliche-boy-band phase, you'll be the first person we call." He said looking back up at her, and flashing her that oh so sexy smile of his. Camille felt her heart drop, but she tried her best not to let it show. That's 2 for curse.
"I-I sure hope so," She stuttered. Camille noticed something. Logan's face was only a few inches away from hers. When did this happen? Camille didn't know. And she sure as heck didn't care.
Another comfortable silence. Logan smiled at Camille, and she smiled at his smile, because his smile makes her smile. Cruse: 2. Blessing: 3. Camille actually let herself believe he was about to kiss her. She knew she was stupid for doing it, for hoping, but she was. She did. Inches were now centimeters. Don't do this to yourself Camille. You're only going to get hurt. Don't believe what you know isn't true. You're just setting yourself up for pain.
Centimeters to milliliters. Camille slowly shut her eyes. Buzz. Camille jumped at the vibration of her phone and sighed exasperatedly.
"HELLO?" She screamed at whoever was on the other end. "WHAT? I'M KIND OF BUSY HE- Oh! Um, hi Gustavo..." Logan looked at her expectant to hear what Gustavo was saying. She looked at his cute little dimple as she listened.
"Hey there Carry! The dogs tell me your song was great!" She heard Gustavo yell over what sounded like a large gathering of people in the background. She looked over Logan's head where Kelly and the boys had been, but there was no one there.
"I didn't even see them leave..." She murmured to herself. Gustavo ignored her.
"I knew you could do it Carry!"
"Um, it's Camille-"
"And you know what that means!" He said in sing-song voice. Camille looked at Logan and shook her head questioningly, but he only shrugged.
"Uhh, actually I don't ... know what that means."
"Ugh," He sighed as if he had been explaining it all day. "It means: YOU GET TO BE IN THE ALBUM PAMPHLET!"
Camille had to put the phone at arms length as Gustavo screamed into her ear. She winced at Logan who laughed with a knowing grin.
"So, you keep that song. We'll teach it to the guys later tonight and you can talk tempo and beats with Kelly tomorrow. Thanks a lot again Carry. Really great thing you did for the dogs." Camille sighed, not even caring that he called her the wrong name again. Hopefully, he figures it out before printing Carry onto the album pamphlet. Camille hung up the phone and started to put it back into her pocket.
"So ... um, what were we saying?" She asked sort of awkwardly.
"Actually, we weren't technically saying anything," Logan said nodding. Then Camille nodded too. Then they were both nodding in silence.
"Look," Logan was interupted by Camille's phone again.
"Forget about it," Camille said with a wave of her hand.
"Uhh, no, no. You should pick it up," Logan told her although his face said he didn't want her to. She rolled her eyes and checked the caller ID. James. Oh heck no. Not now James. Not. Now.
"What is it James?" She said into the phone impatiently, her teeth clenched. People were just bothering her at the wrong time today.
"Actually ... it's Robbie," Robbie said shyly. "But if you would rather talk to James ... Camille could hear him blushing over the phone.
"Oh, Robbie, no, I .... "Camille took a deep breath. "Hi Robbie. So ... why are you calling me?" Camille's eyes grew bigger as she thought about what she had said and how she had said it. "Well I mean, not that I don't ... want you to call me but ... I mean you gave me your number, I just assumed you wanted me to call you and not vise versa and-"
"No, no. It's cool. It's just, I got off work about 20 ago and well ... See ... James likes this girl named Amanda and wants me to double date with him tonight."
"Oh," Camille said thoughtfully. "But how would that work ... ?"
"I know! That's what I said. I was like 'how is it going to be a double date if there's only three of us' and he said 'because there's going to be four of us' and I said 'well who is the fourth person' and he said 'Camille. Duhh.' and I said 'Well who says she wants to go on a date with me at all?'" Amen brother! Speak the truth! Camille thought. She mentally wrote a note to herself saying that Robbie was a very well rounded young man. Much better then the not-so-well-rounded-more-like-raggedy-broken-cracked-and-battered guy friends she currently had. Well, except for Logan.
"And then he said 'trust me she will' and I said 'well you shouldn't force her to go on a date with someone she doesn't really know'" Man, this guy was just telling him! It was like I didn't even have to be there to defend myself!
"And finally I told him he should ask you and he told me to ask you and well ... " Robbie took a deep breath and released it. "Here I am."
"I ... gotta go," Logan mumbled and walked down the hallway. What was that? Camille thought. Was he listening? And if so, why did he hate Robbie so much? Camille was being dumb. Because she didn't even know if he hated Robbie. She might have wished he did, wished he was jealous of Robbie and hated him for even associating with her. But she knew it wasn't true. Considering he didn't even care enough about Robbie to remember that his name was Robbie. Or maybe he wanted it to seem like he didn't? Nahh. Logan wasn't the type of guy to care enough to pretend not to care. That was more like ... a James stunt.
So what did she have to lose? Logan didn't care for her. Well, maybe he did. But not even close to the way she cared for him. It was just like when Logan was trying to explain commensalism the other day during their tutoring sessions. Only one organism benefits, while the other is what? Unaffected. Now Camille understood it completely, as apposed to how confusing it seemed to her then.
Realizing Robbie was still on the phone with her, she finally nodded her head in agreement ... Then she remembered she was on the phone and that he couldn't see her nodding so she said, "Um, sure."
"Really?" Robbie said, disbelief full in his voice. Camille laughed. Not because it was funny, only because she felt it was needed.
"Of course. Just um ... text me the deets and I'm there!" She said with fake enthusiasm. Robbie said okay then they hung up. Camille was left alone in the Rocque studio hallway in silence.
"Commensalism: C-O-M-M-E-N-S-A-L-I-S-M. A relationship where one organism benefits and the other is unaffected. Commensalism. Story of my life." Camille said aloud to herself before walking down the hallway and out of Rocque Studios.
Commensalism. I deserve better.
So, that was chapter 4. It was kind of longish, kind of confusing-ish, and kind of 'wait ... I thought Logan didn't like her?' -ish. But, it works. For me at least. I mean, I don't know about YA'LL.
I remember mentioning this to one of my readers, but I was at school one day and my friend just burst out in the middle of class, "Hey, do you watch Big Time Rush?" and I'm like "GUURLL YESS!" haha. It just made me laugh so hard ... just the irony of it. And then we started going on about who's hot (James followed by "Kendall wait no not Kendall ew. Logan. Yeah Logan." Her exact words no joke. :P) and yeah. It was funny. PERTTY KOOEL.
LOVE ME OR HATE ME, YOU SHOULD REVIEW. Because just like Drake Bell, it makes me happy. (NOT INITIATING THAT DRAKE BELL AS A PERSON WHO MAKES ME HAPPY, I'M ACTUALLY REFERRING TO HIS SONG 'MAKES ME HAPPY')
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