This? This will be, summer, the summer of love. And this? This will be, the chapter where something actually happens and you don't feel like you're reading pointless nonsense! Sorry, Summer of '98 is stuck in my head at the moment :P
Oh, and I just have something to say. I got an anonymous review on my story Maybe He'll Change For You, and the name said Dis-Enchanted. And they were like "You were recomended to me, that you wrote well. I guess in a juvenile way, you do. Thanks but I'll pass. Interesting idea though." And It was just like somebody slapped me in the face. Really?
First of all, I don't know what kinds of people are on fanfiction, but I do know me, and I know that even when a story is EXTREMELY bad, I don't just leave a review saying it sucks and that's it. That stupid, because the point a review is to give them feedback and sure, there's critism, but it's supposed to be CONSTRUCTIVE. Telling people the stories bad doesn't tell them anything, because sure, they know it's bad, but they have no idea how to improve it, what to change or to take out, nothing. They just know it's bad. They don't even know why.
In my case, apparently I write Juvenile. For one thing, they reviewed the epilogue, so I don't even know if they read the whole story, and the epilogue was totally un thought out as apposed to the other chaptes. So that pissed me off. Then it was anonymous. So it proves that they are too much a coward to write a review signed in, so that I can reply to them. Well "dis enchanted" I hope you're reading this:
Thank you for reviewing. I have no idea what it means to write Juvenile, but then again, I'm a teenager, so it's sort of obvious that I would write like one. Hope you have a great life. Oh, and you said you were recommended to read my story. Recommended, that's a funny word isn't it? It means you were asked. Not forced. Not told to. Not begged to. Recommended. You don't have to like my stories. I'm not asking you to. But there are people who do, some not even juvenile. And I'm writing for them. Not for you. So um, yeah. You wanna pass? You do that. I'm gonna keep on writing.
I do not own Big Time Rush.
Okay. Now you may begin.
Somehow, Jo ended up being a fifth wheel. She has no idea how, but of course that didn't matter. All that mattered was the plan (the one that wasn't very well thought out she might have added) wasn't going as planned and was going in fact the opposite of what was hoped for. Camille wasn't even supposed to see Jo, and now she was inviting her on the date on such short notice?
"Sorry to invite her on such short notice Robbie, I really hope you're not pissed at me," Camille says all cutesy to Robbie, who blushes and stares at his Vans as they walk down the street toward wherever their destination may be.
"It's cool. As long as her being here wasn't some kind of planned scheme you pulled because you really didn't want to go on a date with me," He said. The words were sarcastic, but his tone of voice wasn't. This, Camille seemed to ignore, and she only laughed it off. But Jo didn't ignore it. In fact, she took great note of it.
"So, um, where are we going exactly?" Camille asks Robbie. He proceeds to tell her about some fancy shmancy restaurant and how James only made reservations for 4.
"Oh, too bad. Well, I guess I'll be going then..." Jo says with fake disappointment. But Camille wouldn't have it.
"No way! We can just jack a chair from another table, relax Jo, we're not giving up that easy!" Oh. How nice. Jo thought. This was all so, so wrong.
They get to the restaurant to meet James and his lady friend standing next to the entrance, insisting (very rudely by the way) that the rest of them hurry up. When their waiter seats them, Jo asks her where the ladies room is.
"I need to freshen up," Is what she says, but what she means is, "I need to call Logan so I can figure out how to get the heck out of here."
"Down that hallway, second door on the right," The lady says nicely. Jo thanks her and starts to get up, thinking that finally she has a chance to escape, or at least call Logan.
"I'll come with," Camille says so very helpfully. Jo looks at her wide eyed and tries to think of an excuse.
"Um, no, I'm ..." Logan is gonna owe me so much after this... "I have to take a huge dump and it's not gonna be pretty. No, I'm being serious. You might wanna use the bathroom next door."
Camille laughs, shakes her head, says "I think I'll survive." And they leave to the restroom. James looks at his lady friend as she plays with her nails.
"You should go with them. Get to know them," He suggests. She declines his offer. He reminds her that he's paying, but he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to. She stands up.
"So, Jo, since I've been wondering all night ... what were you even doing at the baby store?" Camille asks her nonchalantly as she reapplies eyeliner in the large mirror in the ladies room. She turns to see Milf walk in, give her a beasty once over, then step into a stall. Jo is sitting on the sink texting.
"Oh, um, see what had happened was..." Think. Think. Think! "I was noticing that a bunch of my clothes were way to big for me, so I decided I should try for a smaller size."
Camille stops mid-left eye and looks at Jo with an uncanny expression.
"Okay, okay. A couple sizes smaller." Camille raises an eyebrow.
"Okay, fine! I couple dozen sizes smaller!"
"Really? Am I supposed to believe you? Or are you just making jokes so that you can soften my mood before bad news like you did last week?" Camille crosses her arms and stares at Jo with the death stare. Jo trembles under the menacing glare of her friend. She had to admit, she was a pretty good actress.
"Okay, fine. The real reason I was at the baby store was because ... because of ..." Ping! Goes the lightbulb in Jo's head. "Kendall!" Okay, it sounded so much more legit in her head.
"Kendall. You were at the baby store because of Kendall?" Camille repeats for clarification. Which she gets.
"See, you know how I sort of, kind of, have something going on with Kendall, right?" Camille nods unsure.
"Well, if anything, the one thing I want Kendall to know about me is that not only do I have a great relationship with him, but with his friends and family. His friends, well I've got that covered. His family, not so much. And, since Katy's birthday is coming up I thought I would get her the perfect gift, one perfect enough to make her brag about it to her brother, and make me look like the coolest person on planet Earth."
Epic win. Wait wait, she has to buy it first ... going once to the lady in the black and grey dress ... going twice to the beautiful lady in the black and grey ... going three times ...
"Hmm. Sounds legit enough. For now." And sold.
"Yeah, that story sure is adorable, except there's just one problem," Says Milf. When did she get in here? Jo asks Camille silently. Camille shrugs and rolls her eyes at whatever was coming. Bring it on, Milf she thinks to herself.
"You're friends little sister isn't a baby. So why would you be shopping at a baby store for her birthday present. Unless of course she's with child, it seems like either she's lying to you, or you're just stupid."
Camille and Jo both share the same offended expression and press their hands to their hearts.
"I beg your pardon?" Jo says dramatically.
"What, did I stutter?" Milf answers. Oh no she didn't.
"Um, it's either that or I'm hard of hearing, because I know I didn't just hear you call my best friend stupid," Camille defends. Milf rolls her eyes, then splashes water on her face and her makeup drips. Camille and Jo exchange glances.
"Why are you wiping off your makeup when the date has barely started?" Jo asks her curiously.
"Because."
"Because ... ?" Camille asks expectantly.
"BECAUSE it's my face? Because it's my makeup? Because I can? Because no matter how many hours I spend doing it, James doesn't notice. And if he does notice, he sure as heck isn't impressed. Because there doesn't seem like a point in wearing it since we aren't even on an intimate date considering there's 3 other people here whom I've never met in my life BECAUSE apparently I'm not worthy enough to meet James' friends. Because it just doesn't seem worth it. Maybe because I'm not."
It was just so sad. Hearing someone say that about themselves. Camille and Jo, who had only minutes before hated her, felt an enormous amount of sympathy.
"Um, if it makes any difference ... " Camille says, not looking her directly in the eye. "I think you look so much more beautiful without makeup on."
"Don't say that. Please, don't say that. I don't need your compliments or your encouragement or your sympathy. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself."
"Well apparently you do need all of those things since you're so insecure about yourself! And I'm not just saying that. I mean it."
"Okay I've been holding it in long enough so I'm just going to come out and say it," Jo says, causing Camille to get slightly nervous.
"With those clothes, those heels, and all that makeup plastered on your face, you look nice. You look nice enough to jump on the corner and do your job for 75 cents each." Camille's eyes grew wide and she slapped Jo in the arm and shook her head.
"Hold on, I'm not finished. So, there's no doubt that the only reason in James' head for asking you out was your looks. And you can't expect him not to, since that must be the only reason you make yourself look like that in the first place, right?" Milf swallows then looks and averts her eyes, although she's trying to give off the impression that she's still got her dignity.
"Okay, Jo! I think you're done talking now!" Camille says, trying to change the subject, so not to make the Milf cry or something, because James' would probably get mad at them and Camille didn't feel in the mood for more drama. But Jo shushes her.
"Look. I'm not trying to be a beyotch or anything, trust me. I'm just saying that if you act that way, and look that way, expect guys to treat you that way. And I think we all know what I mean by 'that way'."
"So what do you expect me to do? You don't know me! You don't know what I've been through-"
"No, I don't know what you've 'been through' and I don't have to. I'm just telling you, if you want James or any other guy to respect you, for goodness sakes respect yourself! And if you want James to treat you like more of a person and not just eye candy, that's up to you, not him. Go out there with your natural beauty, which is gorgeous by the way. Woo him with your personality, make friends with his friends! Try not to be so snotty and rude, try and make him laugh, make him feel good about himself, not that he doesn't do that enough on his own but still. It's probably nice to hear it from someone else once in a while." Jo felt like a preacher or a motivational speaker talking the way she was. But she didn't care. This girl needed someone to tell her what her mother never did.
"Okay and, what about James? Are you saying he's right and I'm wrong?" Milf asks defending herself.
"She's not saying James is right. She's just saying if you want James to put an effort into your relationship, then you need to too. Don't think you're the only girl James can get. I mean, look at him, he's drop dead gorgeous, he can have anyone he wants, girl or maybe even boy. You just have to show him that, you're the only one who deserves him. But you have to want him, you know, to deserve him," Camille adds.
And then it hit Camille like a subway running 289 miles per hour into a substation.
She was a hypocrite.
Everything she was telling this girl, this girl whom she felt so sorry for, this girl whom she was so thankful not to be, this girl who had been breaking her back to make herself good enough for some guy who barely gives her the time of day, she realizes she should be talking to herself.
How many times has she woken up at 4:00 AM, done her makeup for 2 hours, gone to the coffee shop across the street from the Palm Woods for the sole reason that it was Logan's daily morning exercise before going to Rocque Studios at 6:30? Or search her closet for the most revealing dresses she owned when she had lunch with him on her terrace every Tuesday and Thursday? Camille went as far as changing her laugh so it would sound "cuter" because Logan always fawns about how cute the Jeniffer's laughs were.
And here she was telling this poor girl that she was being stupid for trying so hard for a guy who wasn't even trying that hard for her. When she herself was trying like the Little Engine That Could for a guy who, in the end, wasn't even trying at all for her.
What kind of person was she?
And honestly, since Logan hasn't snatched her up while he could, does he really deserve her? Or is she just dreaming a dream that will never come true?
"You do want him, right?"
"I do ... actually ... I've never felt this way about a guy ... especially so early in the relationship. But that's just the thing ... I don't know how I'm supposed to act ... what to say ... I'm not used to dating guys longer then a few days." Camille and Jo exchanged glances again.
"Well, I'm sure neither is James, so you guys can learn something new ... together," Jo says as they start to walk back to their table. The guys faces light up when they return, including James, which is a pleasant surprise for Milf.
"Hey, you guys are back," Robbie says.
"Yeah we totally didn't know that..." Milf says sitting down. Camille kicks her under the table. "Ow!"
Jo jumps when her phone vibrates in her pocket. Logan. "Um, I have to take this real quick."
She excuses herself from the table and quickly runs outside the restaurant.
"WHY WEREN'T YOU PICKING UP!" Logan yells at her. An old woman with her elderly husband stares at him as she walks by. He looks up at her from the curb he's sitting on and smiles.
"Little sister's." The old woman smiles, nods, and they continue walking.
"SORRY! My phone was on silent and I only remembered when you texted me seconds ago. I know, I know! I was kind of caught up with a little something something but-"
"Okay, you know what? Forget about it. The point is, everything is wrong and we need to think of a plan, now." Logan runs his fingers through his hair and sighs stressfully. Why did it have to be so complicated?
"Well, all I know is that I'm not having fun being wheel number five and I'd much rather have you come be 6th with me."
"Are you crazy? I can't come there, unexpectedly like that! Not only is James going to accuse me of trying to ruin the date, they are going to think something is going on between me and you. And THAT would be an even bigger problem!" Logan sighs again, much louder this time. He picks up a rock and throws it across the street. It hits the tire of an SUV and the alarm goes off. He quickly stands up and starts walking down the street.
"Oh, Logan! What am I going to do?" Jo whines. Logan thinks for a while, then passes a Sprint store. He stops dead in his tracks, then walks backwards so he's directly in front of the display window. He turns his head and looks at the phone on display, with the blue tooth sitting neatly next to it. Over the sound of the car doors shutting and turning on and police sirens and the mumble of people and the barking of dogs and the whining of Jo, he hears the hallelujah chorus sing.
"I have an idea."
"And then the banana says: aren't you glad I didn't say Orange?" James laughs at his own joke, and the rest of the table either stares at him or sips their water. Camille kicks Milf under the table and looks at her with big eyes and clears her throat and finally Milf get's the idea and starts to laugh with him.
"See! She thinks it's funny! Thank you Lexy," James says kissing her on the cheek, causing her to blush. So that's her name? She giggles and Robbie and Camille exchange glances. Camille sticks her finger in her mouth and Robbie laughs.
"Um, maybe it's not as funny because you said the joke wrong ..." Robbie says. Camille tries her best not to laugh, because James is her friend and that would just be messed up, but a small chuckle leaks out of her mouth.
"Whatever. I thought it was really funny James. I've always thought you were funny," Milf-or Lexy says flipping her hair. Camille, noticing that Lexy is starting to act like Milf again, clears her throat obnoxiously loud.
"turndownthesexy," She fake coughs. "Turnupthecute ahem. Gosh. Must be a bug going around, huh?" James dumbly nods, considering the idea, oblivious. Jo reluctantly returns to the table, her hair now down and more of it is leaning to one side in a 20's looking style, and sits down.
"Hey sorry about that. My um, Grandma needed me." Camille looks at Robbie and he shrugs.
"What'd she want?" Camille asks curious. Jo looks at her like she just yelled SURPRISE and tries to think of a legit excuse. "Uhhh..."
"Say she forgot which channel her soap opera's where on," Logan speaks into Jo's ear from her blue tooth that's stationed behind her hair.
"Oh, um, she just ... forgot which channel soap opera's where on. It's all good though," She says nonchalantly.
"Soap Net," James says to no one in particular.
"Channel 51," Him and Lexy say at the same time.
"...You watch Soap Net?" He asks her. Her face lights up immediately.
"Duh, who doesn't?" She exclaims. Jo, Camille, and Robbie each raise their hands, but Lexy and James ignore them. "I mean, how can you live your life without watching every episode of Vague Nursing Home?"
"I know right? Don't you just love how Dr. Joseph is afraid to tell Chloe that he loves her, and yet all the while she's cheating on him with his step-dad?" James says enthusiastically.
"Love it? It pisses me off!" She shouts contemptuously.
"I know! That's why I love it!" James yells. They both laugh hysterically, but the other three don't get the joke. Jo opens a tiny packet of sugar and starts to pour it out onto her empty plate when she hears Logan's voice.
"Change the subject! Bring me up!"
"Oh, um ... hey Camille! It uh ... seems like me and you haven't talked in a minute!" Jo says, playfully slapping her on the arm. Camille looks at her with a confused expression.
"Um, we were just talking like, 5 minutes ago in the bathroom ... Then at the pool with Logan, remember?" She says 'remember' slowly, almost as if she's hinting something.
"Oh, right, speaking of Logan. Oh, ha. I remember when he told me this funny story about him and Kendall-"
"Logan ..." Robbie interrupts Jo, who looks at him up and down. "Is that the one who hates me?"
Camille sighs. "Yes. That's the one. I don't know why, or if he even has a reason. But, yes, that's the one."
"I mean, I'm nice, right? I'm easy to talk to, laid back. I'm easy to like," Robbie defends himself. Camille taps him on the back sympathetically.
"Sure you are Robbie. Sure you are,"
"Sure you are Robbie," Logan mocks her in a high voice.
"Yeah, um, just don't mind me. I wasn't talking or anything, nahh," Jo says shaking her head dismissively. Camille and Robbie look at her apologetically.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Robbie asks her. What? Was he kidding?
"Shoot something back quickly so he'll shut up!" Logan demands.
"Okay, okay!" She says, then realizes what she did. "Um, uh .. yeah, okay Robbie! I see how it is now! You just interrupt me, then act like I never said anything?" Robbie looks at her confused, opens his mouth, but doesn't say anything.
"What am I, a baloney sandwich?" She asks in with a mock hurt expression.
"Um, I ... I wasn't ... I didn't know ... " Robbie stutters.
"You see? That's why I like Logan. He listens to you. Not once has there been something I've told Logan that he hasn't remembered. And not once has he ever asked me if I said something." Jo says rudely. Robbie looks down at his plate, and so does Camille. But she looks more like she's thinking. That's true. He is a good listener. He must be. He filled out all those questionnaires by himself based only on what I told him.
"Talk about how smart I am! Camille loves smart guys."
"Oh, I remember I was watching the Discovery Channel and they showed the 100 most deadliest insects in the world, and I ran to tell Logan about it and he already knew all 100. Without ever watching the show!" Jo says with fake enthusiasm. But, she wasn't a very big fan of this Robbie character, so she had great motivation.
"Psh. That's Logan for you. Welcome to Nerdville, population: 1." Lexy laughs at James mean joke, but the other only look at him with disdain.
"What? Who said that? Who said that?" Logan spits into the receiver. Jo tries to hide her discomfort and inhales a deep breath.
"That's not cool James, I can't believe you would say that when Logan is your friend. James. Person who just said something offensive to our mutual friend Logan," Jo says robotically with clenched teeth, subtly telling him who said it so Logan will shut up. Logan asks her if it was James who said it, and Jo slaps her hand on her forehead.
"Oh lord ..."
"I think it's kind of cute how nerdy Logan is. It makes him stand out in a group total of morons," Camille says, and smirks at James, who scowls at her.
"Cute like how?" Robbie asks, picking his head up from it's once hanging position.
"Wondering who said that?" Jo whispers into her hair.
"Nope. I don't even need to ask," Logan says. Jo can hear the anger in his voice.
"What do you mean 'cute like how'?" Camille asks, almost sounding irritated.
"I mean 'cute like how' like ... why would you call him cute?" Robbie fires back. James and Lexy are suddenly quiet and soon, everyone is wrapped into the argument.
"So what, it's a crime to think a guy is cute now?" Camille starts to raise her voice, which grants them weird looks from nearby tables.
"No, but I can't say I'm okay with you talking about other guys cuteness factor while on a date with me," Camille rolls her eyes and looks around at the other three as if what he just said was complete malarkey.
"And excuse me for asking but since when have you been my boyfriend and in control of who I like and who I don't?" She asks inevitably. She looks at him with fake curiosity, as if she didn't already know the answer.
"As if we don't already know the answer," Logan murmurs quietly.
"Shh," Jo says quickly. She hopes no one hears her, but even if they did, they are either much too engrossed, or are drowning in tension.
"Well, since never. I was hoping it would be since today! ... But I guess you don't want that ..." Robbie says, his voice starting to hush and his shyness starting to return.
"Well, I'm not really sure if it would work out ... I've um," Camille trails off.
"Got a lot of things to worry about at the moment and don't have time for a boyfriend," Jo finishes for Camille, only repeating what Logan had just said.
"Well then. I guess we should just end the date right here ..." Robbie clears his throat and puts down his napkin. The waiter shows up ironically as Robbie stands up.
"Sorry for the long wait, we seem to be extremely busy tonight. We will take 6% off of your meals cost, however." The waitress speaks very lively, which contrasts with the very unpleasant mood they had previously been hearing. James looks at Robbie and stands up also.
"Whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going? Do you know how much it cost me just to get us reservations here? I'm already halfway broke and we haven't even started the meal yet. You? Just reset your little butt back onto that comfy chair of yours, and we pretend like everything is peachy until everyone has ordered. Are we clear?" Everyone nods slowly at James and Robbie sits back down. James smiles at the nice waitress who begins to take him and Lexy's orders.
"Ask for the address of the restaurant. I'm coming." Jo chokes on her water when she hears Logan say this.
"You and Camille get out of there and meet me outside. Now." Jo, not caring if they think she's talking to herself anymore, stands up immediately.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second! What about the plan? You can't just come here like that, all unannounced!" Of course, they all stare at her, including the nice waitress.
"Hello? Hello?" She yells into her hair. Camille studies her then gasps.
"Are you talking through a blue tooth?" She asks her, standing up too. Jo looks around the table at the eyes of her friends and that other chick. She then forgets about them, and looks straight at Camille.
"Okay, me and you? We need to leave. Now." And she pulls her by the arm from the table, past the bathroom, through the entry doors, and into the night.
(Despite the yelling and screaming of James in the background.)
Neither of them knowing what to expect.
OHHHH CLIFFY! I would like to personally apologize for falling in love with the character, Milf, and almost changing the story line because of her :P But she's pretty cool, and I was liking her whole "James doesn't care about me" dilemma, and I had them giving her pep talks and everything and then 5 paragraphs later I'm like, WAIT A SECOND. This is going to have to fit in with Camille/Logan somehow, or it's just random. So I turned it into an "I can do it but you can't" sort of hypocritical sitchiation. :) Lol sitchiation. I HEART THAT'S SO RAVEN. What has happened to good television? It's gone, that's what has happened.
OMG THERE'S THIS KID IN MY SCHOOL WHO LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE FREDDIE FROM ICARLY NO JOKE I'M BEING TOTALLY SERIOUS. Sorry I just had to mention that it was RIGHT THERE IN MY MIND like... so yeah.
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