Okay okay okay okay okay. Sooooo, I'm totally like, "whaaaa?" cuz how I originally wanted the story to go ... let's just say it's taken a WHOLE new road. But, I'm actually liking it a lot. Wanna know a secret? ... Well, I'll tell you in my ending authors note. BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SCROLL DOWN TO READ IT! I mean it! Don't!

I do not own Big Time Rush.

Oh and um, someone asked me my thoughts on their new song Shot In The Dark.

Since I'm taking a break from Youtube, which is really hard to do but I'm doing it anyway, I had to google it. At first, I saw the lyrics and I was like "OMG this song is pretty good!" and then I heard the song and I was like ... mehh.

I don't know. I think they killed it. Of course I liked Logan's part though:) And I have to admit Kendall did pretty good. Carlos? Yeah, he needs some work. Doesn't mean I love you any less Carlos! Don't take it pers please :)

At first, she was doing it out of pity. Out of pity for Robbie, out of pity for herself. But she was tired of being sorry for herself. She's been feeling sorry for herself for months now. It was time to take a different approach.

"Okay Camille. It's happening now, whether you're ready or not. It's time ... to move on," Camille said to herself looking in her bathroom mirror. She studied her face for a while.

"What's wrong with him? What doesn't he like about you?" Camille glared at her reflection. She searched her face for something wrong, something that would turn Logan off. She looked and looked until she spotted it.

Right there. No doubt about it. How could she have not thought of it before? Her mole.

Yup. There it was, all black and big and black and in the way and black and obvious and completely un-subtle and there and black and big. No wonder Logan didn't like her. Goodness, it was no wonder he didn't want to be next to her anymore. It was just too repulsing to bear.

"Ugh. What are you gonna do about this? If Logan can't stand it, who knows what Robbie thinks of it!" Camille considered her options. She could use cover up? That wouldn't work. The majority of her sweat glands were in her upper lip. She could use that wart remover thing her mom had? Sure, that might work. She checked her watch: 5:30. Robbie texted her at 5 and told her to be ready at 7. Camille now had T Minus 1 hour and 30 minutes in counting.

It was time for Operation Get Rid Of Big Nasty Mole On My Face. Camille ran into her mothers room and pulled out her wart remover box. Inside were little band-aids with gunk on them that you place over your wart over night and it's supposed to be gone the next morning.

It was worth a try.

She didn't have 8 hours, but it wasn't technically a wart.

An hour or so should do.

Logan collapsed onto the beach chair next to the pool while his friends played volleyball in the water. He came ready to swim, with his swim trunks, flip-flops, and sunglasses. But once he got there, he wasn't really in the mood anymore. Logan was feeling quite uneasy, and it wasn't because of the Banana Pancakes Carlos made for breakfast that morning.

It was Camille.

He was so confused at the moment.

Earlier that day, like about an hour, he had been inches away from ... kissing her. No, you heard right. And that? That was something he never thought possible.

It wasn't like he thought kissing her would be gross or something like that. He had kissed her before. Sure, she was only following some One Tree Hill dialog, but it was a kiss nonetheless. And if Logan did say so himself, it was pretty darn passionate. He wouldn't be surprised if Camille started to like him after that.

But he knew that wasn't true. Especially now that this Robbie character was in the picture. Not that he wanted her to like him or anything. That would have to mean he liked her, and more then that, that he was jealous. Logan Henderson was a lot of things, but he wasn't jealous of 'Robbie'.

See, Logan Mitchell didn't get jealous. Logan Henderson has no reason to. He has just about the whole package. He's smart, good looking enough, had a winning smile and a pretty decent singing voice, even though he may not realize it. There might be a slight height deficiency but at least he wasn't as short as Carlos.

He was also extremely humble about the whole thing. He never compared his looks to his friends, like James did most of the time. He never knocked on any of the guys about having a GPA that was higher then a diabetic's cholesterol level. He most definitely never made fun of Carlos for his hight, because he knew he would hate it if James and Kendall made fun of him for something he had no control over.

So, in conclusion, Logan had no reason to be jealous of Robbie. He didn't have feelings for Camille anyway, at least not those kinds of feelings, and frankly he was happy that she finally found the guy she was looking for.

Sure, Logan wasted about a week trying to find that guy and James spent about 4 hours trying to find him and found him. But she found her dream guy, that's all that mattered right? She was happy, and that's the whole reason Logan tried to help her in the first place. Like he said, he didn't have feelings for her ...

So what was that, what happened earlier? Was he under some kind of spell, or possessed by some other person? Was there a man pulling strings that were tied to his body like a helpless Marionette?

But, it didn't just feel like he was acting differently. It felt like it hadn't been Logan standing there, and it felt as if it wasn't Camille he was talking to. The way her laugh made him feel warm inside or how her hot breath felt on his face. It felt as if they were two different people. Two people who weren't 'just friends'. Two people who had feelings for each other that they were trying to hide and were doing a very bad job of doing it, but it didn't matter because they both knew how the other felt.

That's how it felt to him and that's never how he feels with Camille.

Don't get him wrong, he has fun with Camille. It's just different when he's with her.

When he's with her, when he's just Logan and she's just Camille, they laugh and he smiles at her with his winning smile and she laughs at his jokes and he comforts her when she doesn't get an audition and he buys her ice cream when she doesn't have money. Logan sings I Want You Back off key, (that whole "being the real talent of the group" was a sad attempt at a joke that surely Gustavo didn't find amusing at the time) and Camille dances in imitation of the Jackson 5. And when they're really bored they stand on opposite ends of the pool and see who can count the most planes before it gets dark. They see who can stuff their face with the most pistachios and they play the Oreo icing game every other day.

And when Camille needs to run through her lines one last time before an audition that's at 6 in the morning, it's Logan who wakes up at 3 am and reads them with her.

And when Camille thinks she's lost her good luck charm (a trollz doll head) Logan helps her turn her apartment upside down to find it, only to find out that she left it at the pool area or in her purse.

And Camille does his German homework since she already knows the language and he knows non. That is how you say none in German right?

And, although he doesn't believe in it and thinks it's a bunch of bologna, he lets Camille read his palms and foretell him his near future.

Yes, it was a well known fact that Camille was pretty much Logan's best friend. Sometimes even more a best friend to him then his best friends were.

If Logan liked Camille or Camille liked Logan, all of that would be gone.

Because everything would be awkward, instead of being fun. There would be uncomfortable silence, instead of neither of them having a chance to talk. Everyone would be too shy to say anything that would make them look stupid or embarrass themselves, as apposed to their usual goofing off around each other because they don't care what the other person is thinking because they know no matter what they will always love and accept each other.

Logan had never even had to think about this before, but now he couldn't get it out of his head, and it scared him. Terrified him actually. Better yet, it made him angry. Camille was one of the greatest things to happen in his life, he wasn't about to lose her over some stupid little ... not even a crush because, like he said, he didn't have any feelings for Camille. Over ... a sudden change of mind. A sudden, small, slight, not big, very tiny, change of mind.

That would be the biggest mistake he could make. Losing Camille would mean losing a lot. Camille's never-give-up attitude gave Logan the inspiration and motivation to sit through Gustavo's never ending vocal excersizes or naming appliances quizzes in German or to even get up in the morning at the early time he does. Without her, there is no inspiration. Without inspiration, no motivation. Without motivation there's no singing career, no good grades, no breakfast. Without that there was nothing really.

Without Camille, he was nothing.

Camille decided she was going to write a book. It was going to be called, Camille's Declassified Hollywood Survival Guide. The name was pretty clever, don't you think? It just came to her somehow.

Why was she writing a book you ask? Camille had her reasons.

Reason one, moving to Hollywood was like starting a new life. It is hard and it was relentless, but it's totally worth it. Camille knew. So why not share her spectacular intelligence with others who need it?

Reason two, There were plenty of things in the Hollywood list of Dont's. It is a known fact that you learn from your mistakes. Isn't it possible to learn from other peoples mistakes too? Why harm yourself and go through the pain, instead of letting someone else do it and making sure you don't screw up the same way?

So, with all that being said.

Camille's Declassified Hollywood Survival Guide-Tip #1: If you have a wart, you're bound to be forced to get it removed. A good painless way to do that is with wart remover band-aids.

Camille's Declassified Hollywood Survival Guide Tip #2: A MOLE is completely different from a WART and using wart remover on a mole IS NOT the same as using wart remover on an actual wart. Camille found this out the hard way.

"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Camille screamed when she pulled the band-aid from her upper lip and witnessed the horrible result.

"Sweetheart? Are you alright?" Her mother asked her from her room. Camille cautiously placed her finger over her mole, or what used to be her mole and was now an even larger red tender zit-resembling bump. She pulled her finger away on a count of there was a burning sting when she touched it.

"MOM?" Camille screamed, almost in tears. Her mother rushed over and opened her bathroom door to see what was going on. She looked around the bathroom frantically then looked at Camille expectant and confused.

"What is it honey?" She asked short of breath. Camille turned away from her mirror and stared at her mom, who screamed a loud but quick scream when she saw her daughters face. Kind of like the one you do when someone screams 'boo!' at you when you turn a corner.

"EXACTLY! Mom, what am I gonna do? I have a date with Robbie in 30 minutes!" She whined and melted into her mothers open arms like she was 6 years old again. She cried hard, so hard she had to take deep breaths in between and she couldn't talk in complete sentances.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay sweetheart. You can just reschedule the date for another day!" She tried, but Camille shook her head in her mothers shoulder.

"No. I can't," Camille sniffed and pulled away from her mother. She wiped at her puffy red eyes and tried to preserve what mucus she had left in her head. "I have to go. I have to get over him."

Her mother looked at her, not following her. She never told her mom about Logan, so she wasn't surprised. But she didn't have time to explain. She just knew she had to go at all costs.

"Well sweetie, I don't know what to say." Camille's mom shrugged, placed her hand on her daughters cheek to say a silent apology, and then gave her daughter her privacy. Well, what am I going to do now? What was once a huge mole is now a colossal pimple looking thing and my dates in 26 minutes!

The first thought that came to her head was Logan. But it's not what you think, it wasn't because she's always thinking of him or she wished she was going on a date with him and not Robbie. It was because he was her best friend, and he would know exactly what to do. She always went to Logan when she needed help, what makes this time different? Camille touched her upper lip, forgetting for a second about her mole, and felt her tender flesh burn.

"Ow!" Oh right. That.

When Logan's relaxing sunlight was suddenly covered under his sunglasses and his warm skin was suddenly cooler, he was alarmed. He sat up immediately and pulled off his sunglasses to see Camille standing over him, covering her mouth with her right hand. That wasn't what he was so surprised to see however. What caught his attention was what she was wearing.

It was a black and grey suspender strap tank dress with a printed silk bodice and a tiered skirt Belle by Sigerson Morrison Rock N' Roll Sandal. It had a Sweetheart neckline, black elastic suspender straps clipped to the bodice at the front with Printed silk bodice with 2 tiers of self-trim along the top edge. An elastic waistband, a slim crepe pencil skirt that had 3 upside-down tiers down front and top tier acts as the pocket. The skirt gathered from back waist, which made it look really sophisticated. There was an invisible zip at the center back and it was fully lined. 50% Silk, 50% Polyester (exclusive of trim).*

It wasn't weird that Logan knew all that, right? Hey, it wasn't his fault his mother worked as a clothing designer/seamstress and the only thing to read in the house when you're bored we're fashion magazines.

The point was, she was looking pretty good. Really, pretty good. Like, H-O-T, pretty good. Not to mention her hair was straitened, a new twist that Logan wasn't used to. It looked good on her though, straight hair. Made her look older, more sophisticated.

Logan didn't notice he was gawking at her until she yelled WHAT? at him under her lip, snapping him out of it.

"Oh, um ... I ... Hey, Camille. What's up?" He stuttered. Why was he stuttering? A girl wears a freaking skirt and all of a sudden he can't speak English?

"Look, Logan, I need your help. I've got a problem." Logan nods his head to say she's got his attention and she sits down where his feet are on the end of the chair. She looks from left to right to see if anyone's there. Not knowing what else to do, Logan does the same.

"Who are we looking for?" He whispers loudly. Camille looks at him as if he just said the most random thing and finally uncovers her mouth to reveal a large, red, pimple on her upper lip. He tries to restrain from making any type of noise that would embarrass her, so he only grimaces.

"Yeah, that face is right. What am I supposed do? My date with Robbie is in 15 minutes!" Logan shushed her whining in hopes of making her feel better, repeatedly telling her it wasn't a big deal and that maybe Ramon wouldn't notice and she replied by telling him that Robbie was his name and Robbie wasn't blind and was in fact, fully capable of seeing for all she knew and that hoping he wasn't going to 'notice' wasn't the kind of advice she was hoping for.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" He asked/yelled at her.

"I don't know! You're the smart one! You're supposed to always have a plan!" She fired back accusingly.

"Well, I get relied on a lot for that so, excuse me if I can't please everyone!" He replied. What was happening? They were fighting? They never fought. Never. Even if they were mad at each other. They just sat together in silence until whoever was meant to apologize apologized.

"Well, excuse ME for thinking I could come to my best friend when I had a problem!" Logan sighed, not wanting to continue any further, and sat back in his chair so he was laying down again. Camille looked at him, her mouth ajar.

"What are you doing? You can't just stop talking!" Logan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can't I?"

"No! No you can't! You're supposed to reply back with 'Well excuse ME for (place reason that you are sarcastically asking to be excused for here)'!" Logan laughed at this, which only angered Camille even more.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked rudely. Logan gathered himself together then sighed and finally answered.

"Because you're funny." Camille's angry expression slowly faded away as she realized what was happening.

"Oh my gosh. I'm a total jerk. I'm sitting here yelling at you for nothing. I'm so sorry." Logan shook his head and told her not to be. Camille tilted her head to the sky and groaned loudly.

"Ugh, I'm so screwed," Camille breathed and hung her head in shame. "What's wrong with me, anyway?"

"What exactly happened to you?" He asked her curiously. If he was going to help her, he at least wanted to know what happened. Camille sighed a long sigh before answering.

"Well, I wanted to get rid of my mole because I thought it would turn Robbie off."

"What?" Logan asked completely bemused, but also smiling.

"I know, I know! So, then I used my mom's wart remover band-aids hoping it would work the same way for a mole. It didn't. All it did was soften my skin and when I pulled it off, my skin left with it. And it hurt. Really badly. And this is what I have to show for my stupidity." She shrugged and shook her head. "Why do I have to be so exceptionally stupid?"

"Hey! You're not stupid, okay? Don't tell anybody I said this but ... I think you might be almost as smart as I am." Camille jerked her neck to the side and stared at Logan. Was he serious? She thought. "You're messing with me."

"I'm dead serious. But if you tell anyone I said it I will deny it!" He said pointing a warning finger at her like a parent does to their child when they don't want them to eat cookies before dinner.

"Tell anyone what?" Said an enthusiastic Jo as she joined the two on the chair next to Logan's.

"Nothing!" Logan said quickly.

"Umm, okay? So, what are we talking abou-WHOA CAMILLE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE?" Camille quickly covered her mouth again.

"Nothing!" She said quickly, in the same way Logan had said before.

"She tried to get rid of her mole with wart remover." Camille looked at Logan so angered that she forgot to cover her mouth.

"HEY!" She said defensively. Logan looked at her confused.

"Oh! You-You didn't want me to tell anyone?" He asked her. She rolled her eyes. "NO, actually I wanted you to tell everyone about the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me in my life. That's totally not private at all!"

"Sorry! I didn't know it was a secret." He said shrugging like it was nothing. Like it was nothing? Oh, I'll show him nothing.

" ... LOGAN THINKS I'M SMARTER THEN HIM!"

"ALMOST AS SMART IT'S NOT THE SAME THING!" He defended as Jo looked at the two of them like they were psycho. "AND YOU PROMISED!"

"I SAID NO SUCH THING!" Camille said looking at Logan with a disgusted expression. There they were fighting again.

"Okay, even if you didn't! I asked you not to tell anyone, you're supposed to be a good friend, you don't tell anybody!"

"Ohh. He's got you there," Jo said to Camille shaking her head disappointment.

"At least what I told her was something that didn't matter! At least you can deny it! I have proof on my lip!"

"That is true! That is very true." Jo turned her head to Logan, in the fashion you would when watching a tennis game, to see his reply.

"It's not my fault Mt. Everest is growing on your lip!" He screamed at her. Why? Why did he say that? It was going to hurt her feelings, he knew it for sure. She would go all sensitive and probably get mad at him and not talk to him for a week.

"No. Logan, it's not your fault. I didn't say it was. Maybe it seemed like I was, but I wasn't. I know it was my fault. But despite this blemish on my face, I'm going on that date with Robbie. Because I have to; You've just proven to me right now, that I have to." She said calmly. A little bit too calmly compared to the yelling and screaming before. This told Logan she was mad, really mad because now she was agreeing with him. Girls only agree with you when you're in a fight if they're hurt.

Well, that might not be entirely true but it definitely applied to Camille. Logan knew.

It was the same look she gave him when she bombed an audition. She would knock on his door and when he opened it she would stand there and stare at him with that hurt expression. She would sniff twice and he would promise her he would make it all better. He would bring her inside and he would feed her Oreo's and he would sing I Want You Back so that she would be reminded of the good times and not flunking the audition. Then they would sit in silence listening to Jack Johnson while she cried in his lap until they both drifted off to sleep.

"Camille ... I didn't ..." He said, getting ready to apologize. Camille ignored him and turned to Jo, who was leaned in completely engaged in their conversation. She realized Camille was staring at her and then sat back up and cleared her throat.

"So ... what's the occasion?" She asked, breaking a long silence that was floating above the three friends.

"Double date with a new guy," Camille said, giving Jo a small smile. Jo grinned from ear to ear. This is what she had been waiting for.

"Yes! A double date! This is gonna be so awesome! Oh my gosh! What am I gonna wear? Wait, where are we going? Is Kendall taking us to the movies or a restaurant, because my outfit varies depending on the room lighting." Camille looked at Jo like she didn't know what she was talking about, which she didn't.

"What are you talking about Jo ..." Now it was Jo's turn to look at Camille like she was crazy.

"A double date with Kendall, me, you and a new guy ... What are you talking about Camille?" Camille opened her mouth and closed it, like she decided what she was going to say wasn't just right.

"A double date between James, some girl, me and a new guy ... " She murmured, wanting so badly not to hurt her feelings.

"Oh ... right. I knew that ... I was just kidding around. Of course Kendall wouldn't have set up a double date ... that's totally a James thing to do..." She tried to act as if she didn't care, but Camille saw right through her friend. She knew she was bummed to find out Kendall wasn't planning anything special for her, and she felt bad. Camille glanced at Logan, who already put his sunglasses back on and had his hands behind his head, just chillin' like there was no fight, like there was no crisis, like Camille wasn't even there anymore.

"Just um, don't mention this little 'joke' to Kendall, okay?" Camille nodded at Jo, who smiled back with relief.

"Great." Camille checked her watch. "5 minutes until Robbie shows up and I have ... Mt. Everest on my lip." She said gloomily. Jo pulled herself out of her own gloomy state for a few seconds, for her friend.

"Go ask Tyler for his Spongebob Band-Aid. That's the only advice I can give you." Camille looked at Jo with an expression that read are you sure that's the only option? Jo sighed apologetically and then lied back in her chair like Logan as Camille walked over to Tyler and promised him a dollar.

"So, how long do you think he'll last? This new guy, I mean?" Jo asked Logan, who hadn't spoken since Camille and him were fighting.

"I give him less then a week," Logan said simply. Jo looked at him like he was a mad man.

"You think he'll last for less then a week, or you want him to last less then a week?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked her, pulling off his glasses and looking at her with accusing eyes.

"I don't know," Jo said with a shrug.

"Just answer my question-"

"Answer mine," She shot back. He was tongue tied. "Oh yeah, I will use ultimatums."

"Fine. So, maybe I'd rather if this Rodney guy never show up. So what." He shrugged and put his sunglasses back on, then went back to lying down on his chair. Jo copied him.

"So, that either means you don't like Robbie because of something he did to you, or you don't like Robbie because he likes Camille. Which one is it?"

"Neither. Well, Rodney never did anything to me." He stated simply.

"Ugh, Logan, you can cut the crap, I know you know his name. There's no need in pretending you don't. So, that means you don't like him because he likes Camille ... right?"

"I guess ... " Logan murmured, starting to feel uncomfortable with the conversation. Jo made sure she left a big silence before asking the next question.

"Why?"

"He's not her type," He mumbled, saying it as if it was plain to see.

"Then what is?" She asked him. Logan thought long and hard about that question.

For the past week he had been looking at nothing but quizzes and questionnaires and pages and pages of adjectives Camille was looking for in a guy. He knew Camille more then he knew himself. Her favorite food, color, movie, TV show, shoe brand, clothing designer, piece of clothing, even pizza place. He thought about what she said a few days ago. How she said that he had all the qualities she was looking for in a guy.

"Me," He murmured simply.

"Me?" Tyler asked Camille on the other side of the pool when she greeted him.

"Of course you silly!" She said jokingly, playfully punching him in the arm. Then Tyler stared into the pool with a distant look like he was in deep thought. Camille looked at him weirdly as they stood in silence.

"Um ... okay ... So, do you think you could do me a favor?" She asked, bending down so she was looking at him face to face.

"What kind of favor?" He asked innocently.

"Well, see, I'm desperately in need of a band-aid and well, looky there!" She pointed to his elbow animatedly and he looked at it with her. "You have one! So how about it?"

He placed his thumb and his forefinger under his chin and rubbed it while saying, "Hmmm," like he was in deep thought still. She patiently waited for him to think about it and hummed I Want You Back quietly.

Right at Won't you please let me ... back in your heart she suddenly thought of Logan, and how they would sing that song together almost every time they saw each other. Or how he would sing it to her while she ate Oreo's after she 'didn't get the part' in an audition.

You might be wondering why there were air quotes around 'didn't get the part'. That was because Camille, although she wasn't proud of it, might have acted as if she blew an audition, in hopes of spending time with Logan. Once or twice. Or a couple of times. It was all for a good cause though. It gave Logan a chance to get to know Camille, and now after a couple of months of them spending time together, they were closer then Camille had ever been with anyone. She also longed for him more then she did for anyone.

"Hmmm ... Hmmm ... Hmmm ..." He repeated over and over and over and over and over. Camille was starting to get annoyed. How long did it take to say yes or no?

"Hmmm ... " Camille threw her head back and sighed impatiently.

"Ahh, make up your mind man!" She screamed at him. He looked up at her startled, then narrowed his eyes.

"What do I get out of it?" Camille nodded in respect for the kid. She had to admit, he wasn't as clueless as she thought. Camille thought about it for a while.

"I'll ... do your laundry?" She said hopefully. Tyler shook his head.

"Ugh ... okay I'll ... do your homework for a month!"

"Nope," Tyler told her blankly. Camille looked around, thinking of something she could say. If you were a 5th grader, what would you want from a teenage girl like yourself? She thought, then finally, she got it.

"I'll be your girlfriend for a week." That should do it. Unfortunately, he wasn't satisfied.

"Eww gross! Girl cooties!" He exclaimed. Camille rolled her eyes. He must not be past the cooties phase. Camille frantically shook her hands, thinking of something, anything, to say. She looked around hoping she would get an idea, but instead she saw James walk into the entrance to the pool area, wearing what definitely looked like 'date' clothes. He was also wearing a slutty looking stick person with curly blond hair, she noticed. Uh oh. Times running out.

"I'm her type," Logan said pulling off his glasses sounding so confused it almost made Jo laugh.

"Yes, I was hoping you would say that.," She said to him. He smiled at her statement and shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe it ... I actually ... like her... I like Camille." This time Jo really did laugh.

"You doofus! Of course you do! I mean, the way you flirt with her? The way your face lights up when she enters the room? The way she makes you feel better, no matter how upset you are? You know what I think? I think you've always liked her, you just couldn't admit it to yourself." Logan looked at his flip-flops in deep thought, remembering all the times he spent with Camille ... trying to remember if he was flirting with her or not.

"Yeah but, the guys all tell me I'm a natural flirt," He defended after a while of thinking.

"Umm, yeah. I don't think so. Even if you are, we've already accomplished that you undeniably have feelings for Camille. That's not going to work."

"That's not going to work!" Tyler said to Camille in reply to her 'I'll wash your dog for a month' proposal. "I don't even have a dog; I have a fish."

"UGHHH! WORK WITH ME HERE KID!" She turned around again to see James as he spots her for the first time. She faked a smile and he smiled back, then start to approach her. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

"Oh, for crying out loud! I'll be your freaking slave if I have to! Just please! LET ME HAVE THAT BAND-AID!" She screamed, shaking Tyler's shoulders like a psycho.

"Fine."

Camille jumped up and down in anticipation and whined childishly. "Oh man, this is never gonna work! Robbie's gonna see my lip and never wanna see me again and I'll never be able to get over- Wait what? Was that a ...was that a yes?" She asked him as he started to peel the band-aid from his wound and handed it to her. She carefully placed it on her upper lip, breathing heavily, feeling the sting of her mole, then grinned at him.

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!" She repeated, hugging him vigouresly, when she stood up again, she was tapped on the shoulder.

"Um, Camille?" A deep voice said her name from behind her. Camille turned around to greet James.

"Hey JamesssssssssssSSS-WHOA YOU'RE NOT JAMES!" She said freaked out by the lack of James standing in front of her.

"Uh, no. But if you want me to go get him ... " Robbie said sadly. Camille rolled her eyes. What was with this guy and his insecurities?

"What ... Oh no ... I didn't mean it like ... It's just because ... I saw James come in and I just assumed that ... " She stuttered trying to explain herself.

"It's taken me a while to finally figure it out but ... I know now. Camille she ... she belongs with me," Logan murmured with so much disbelief that it made Jo laugh again.

"Well, it's about time Taylor Swift!" She joked, but when Logan looked at her seriously she set all joking aside. "Okay, sorry. But it's just that ... like I said. All of us knew it. Me, the rest of the guys, Kelly, even Camille." At this, Logan sat up and looked at her with that disbelieving look again.

"So ... all this time I was trying to get Camille her dream guy and it's been ... me?" Jo smiled. Logan stared at the floor, starting to put the pieces together.

"Wow Logan, for a super nerd, you're pretty stupid."

"You know what?" Logan said playfully. He stood up so he was standing over Jo, who was laughing hysterically. Suddenly, her smile faded away and her eyes glazed over like she had seen a ghost. Logan followed her gaze to across the pool, where Camille was flailing her arms like she was doing sign language. Then he looked back at Jo.

"I should go talk to her, huh? Apologize?" He asked, but when Jo didn't answer, he looked back at Camille, who was now hand in hand with Robbie. He watched as she smile at him, as she blushed. He whispered something in her ear, and then he pulled her into an embrace. Logan felt a weird spark in his chest. Like the same one he felt when he read Teen Beat magazine and they declared that Spunky Kendall is definitely the brains of the group. But the feeling then had been, he had to admit it, jealousy. Is that what he was feeling? Jealousy? At that moment Logan realized something. He had feelings for Camille, really strong and protective feelings for her, and he wasn't one to ignore his instincts.

At that moment Logan realized he had to stop Camille from falling head over heels for that curly, blond headed, lug of handsome stupid pretty boy. And he had to tell Camille that he was meant for her, and she was meant for him. And no one else. And he had to do it fast.

HUUGHHH! OKAY I'M DONE! ohh. i had a secret i promised you didn't I? See what had happened was ... I kinda forgot about it since I wrote the beginning authers note like, a week ago ... WAIT. I remember. Ha really? Now that I think about it a week later, it's like, the lamest secret. The secret was that I didn't intend this Robbie guy to show up at all. He just sort of popped in out of nowhere, since I really wanted James stupidity to work into the story, since it worked so well with him almost telling Logan that Camille liked him without even noticing.

*The outfit Camille is wearing can be found on my profile!

What else ... nothing? Nothing I guess. So, review and tell me what you think, I have gotten really great feedback on this story and some amazing ideas and I just love you all for reviewing! It's really great getting opinions and constructive critisizm on things since I plan on being an author. SYRACUSE UNIVERSITY FTW! Syracuse has a great writing program :)

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