DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.
WARNING: This chapter contains some sexually suggestive themes, as well as underage alcohol use.
Camille didn't quite know what to say. The offer was so unreal, so unexpected, so…so perfect, she was floored.
Mia grinned nervously. "If you're nervous about rent or anything, I'm a reasonable person," she said in the stunned silence Camille had lapsed into. "Besides, you gotta remember that contract negotiation you and I were talking about, right? You told me they bumped up your pay-per-episode. So you got this." Mia held her hands out to the sides, in a meek presentational shrug. "Well?"
Camille finally found her voice. "Yes!" she exclaimed, her voice halfway between a shriek and a gasp. "Yes, absolutely! I'd love to!" With a squeal that was immediately matched by Mia, Camille grabbed her redheaded friend in a tight hug.
"Great!" Mia smiled, pulling away, linking her arm through Camille's. "You can move in as soon as you want. For now, I think I should make an appearance at my own party, right?"
"Yeah," Camille agreed, her head still spinning. She was going to live with Mia, a girl who had become one of her best friends. She didn't have to spend anymore lonely evenings by herself in an apartment with rundown appliances and cable that was always going out.
They got downstairs to the party room. The room had originally been the living room, Mia explained. But she had immediately made it into her party paradise, turning the "downstairs bedroom" into her downstairs living room instead.
And was the party room worth it! With sleek wooden floors, it had a perfect dance floor. Mia had gotten LED and strobe lights installed. Multicolored streaks of light lit the room and Camille blinked as her eyes adjusted to the scene. Over on the far side of the room she could see where the DJ was set up, and on the wall to her right there was a small bar area. Camille recognized Brandon, Mia's older brother, making drinks for people who asked. Other people were getting and making their own drinks as well. The room was packed with people. Mia knew a lot of people.
Mia squeezed Camille's arms. "I'm gonna go mingle for a while!" she shouted to be heard above the pumping music. "I'll talk to you later okay?"
"Okay!" Camille shouted back. No sooner than Mia had left, Camille found Logan by her side.
"Hey!" Logan greeted her. He handed her a cup. "It's rum and coke."
Camille took it. "Thanks," she said, the realization of what had happened creeping into her mind. She had just agreed to move in with Mia—without talking to Logan about it first. Well, it's not like I live with Logan or anything, Camille told her sneaking conscience. It's my decision where I live or not. Besides, Logan and I can hang out here just as well as the Palm Woods.
With that, Camille took a large drink and grabbed Logan's hand, pulling him out to the dance floor.
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After dancing for a couple songs, Camille and Logan got more to drink from the bar. While they were wandering through the party, mingling, Camille noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She nudged Logan and pointed over to the corner where James was locked in a fierce makeout session with none other than Lindsey.
"Well, that didn't take long," was all Logan had to say on that matter, grinning. "I guess he really is over Lucy, then."
"Thank God," Camille groaned in relief. "I'm so sick of their games—either be together or not, it's driving me crazy trying to keep up with whether they're into each other or not!"
"Hello pot, this is kettle. You're black." Logan raised an eyebrow at Camille as he teased her.
"Our relationship is not like that!" Camille insisted.
"Yeah, not anymore," Logan agreed. "But Camille, a couple years ago we were doing that on-again, off-again thing, remember? It drove me crazy. I don't even think I can tell you how pissed off the guys were getting, having to deal with our breaking up every other week."
"Fair enough," Camille grumbled.
A new song started. A familiar sounding song.
Make you love me again…
"Oh hell yeah!" Camille heard Kendall shout somewhere. "Big Time Rush is in the house!"
Logan grinned again. "Well, speak of the devil," he said, in reference to the song.
Love Me Again had been written by Logan. He told Camille about how he had written bits and pieces of it every time the pair of them broke up—sometimes just one line at a time. And eventually, it had all come together into a song that he had played for her during their last ever "off-period." And they hadn't broken up since.
Logan finished off his drink and set his cup down, grabbing Camille's hand to pull her out to the dance floor.
We were so young, just havin fun…
"I love you," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her close to dance.
Camille smiled as genuinely as she could. "I love you too," she told him, shoving away the feeling of guilt. I'll tell him tomorrow about moving in with Mia.
Logan sang the words as the song played and they danced.
Baby no I never should have let you go
So my heart is coming back for more
I want to hold you like I did before
So baby take my hand, take my hand…
Logan spun Camille out and then back in, her back pressed against his chest and her arms crossed in front of her to hold his hands. Their noses touched.
"Imma make you love me again," Logan crooned softly to her.
Camille responded by turning to face him and wrapping her arms around his neck, before silencing his singing with a long, deep kiss.
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Logan complained about being DD so often really just to have something to complain about. In all honesty, he didn't really like being drunk. Tipsy was all right. Drunk wasn't that great.
So he stopped after a few drinks and just enjoyed himself. He loved dancing with his girlfriend, who looked absolutely amazing and beautiful and sexy as hell. After about an hour (and several more drinks for Camille), though, she went to use the bathroom, so Logan decided to look for his other friends and see how the party was going for them.
James was still hanging around Lindsey. After seeing them making out earlier, Logan was hesitant to approach and possibly intrude on something, but James saw Logan first.
"Loge-man!" he called, slapping Logan on the back. "How the hell are you? Enjoying yourself?"
Trying and failing to suppress a grin at James being drunk, Logan nodded. "How are you, James?" he asked, smothering some chuckles. "You seem happy."
"Happy's the word, my man!" James exclaimed, slurring his words and raising his cup to Logan. "You've met Lindsey, right?"
"Of course I've met Lindsey, several times," Logan reminded James. "I see you've…met Lindsey."
Lindsey giggled. "James, let's go to the movie room," she suggested, fluttering her eyelashes in such a way that suggested she wasn't very interested in actually watching a movie.
James raised his eyebrows at Logan. "Later, bro!" he said eagerly, letting Lindsey take his hand and lead him through the crowd.
Logan, laughing, then went to find the other guys. He found Kendall, Carlos, Jo, and Stephanie all together on the back patio. They were somewhat secluded from any other party-goers outside, all gathered around Jo, who was sitting in a deck chair, her head in her hands. Kendall was on one knee in front of her, rubbing Jo's knee comfortingly.
"Hey, what's up?" Logan asked.
Jo groaned in response. Carlos, who seemed to be significantly less drunk than James, gave a real answer.
"Apparently, vodka makes Jo sick," he murmured. "She's been throwing up a bit…"
"I feel so bad," Stephanie mumbled, swaying a bit. Carlos had his arm firmly around her waist to steady her. "I'm the one who asked her to do a vodka shot with me. I didn't know it made her sick."
"Neither did Jo, sweetheart, she'd never had it before," Carlos assured her.
"Guys, go have fun," Kendall insisted, looking up at his friends. "I've got this."
"You sure?" Logan asked. "I can do something—"
"No worries, Dr. Logan," Kendall joked, cracking a smile. "Jo says she's fine now, but I still called the limo driver to come take the two of us back home. You both have his number too, right?"
Logan and Carlos nodded. They'd all been sure to get the driver's phone number, in case they'd had to leave the party at separate times—as they apparently were.
"Awesome," Kendall said, pausing for a second and pushing a strand of Jo's blonde hair behind her ear and whispering something that Logan didn't hear. Then Kendall turned back to the others. "I'm gonna take her back to the crib, since Mom's not at home." Mama Knight and Katie had gone to Minnesota for a short vacation to visit family.
"Gotcha. And you got this?" Logan verified once more. When Kendall nodded, Logan smiled and nodded. "All right then. I trust you. Feel better, Jo," he added. Jo, again, only moaned back, and then started gagging again. Kendall turned his attention back to his girlfriend while Logan, Carlos, and Stephanie made a quick escape.
They were just coming back in the door when Camille rejoined them, Mia by her side. "Hey Mia!" Carlos said enthusiastically. "Great party. Don't go outside."
Mia's smile disappeared. "Um, is something wrong?"
"Jo's not feeling very well," Logan explained, shooting a look at Carlos. "No worries, Kendall's taking her home."
"Oh no…" Mia murmured.
Camille looked concerned. "Should I go check on her?" she asked.
Judging from Camille's constantly shifting feet and her rather glossy looking eyes, she wouldn't be much of a help to Jo if she were to go outside. "I think that you can just stay with me," Logan suggested gently, winding his arm around Camille's waist. He'd seen Camille drunk enough times to be able to tell right now that she'd already had a bit too much for one night.
"All right," Camille agreed readily enough, snuggling herself closer to Logan.
"Oh but wait, Camille, I want you to come with me for a sec, and meet Lizzie," Mia said. "Remember, she's from the movie I shot on hiatus. Logan, you can come too," Mia added as an afterthought.
"Oh right, I wanted to meet her," Camille said enthusiastically. She slipped her hand into Logan's and tugged him along with her. "C'mon, Logan."
"All right, all right," Logan agreed good-naturedly, following after Camille and Mia, towards the bar where Lizzie apparently was.
Lizzie was a perky blonde girl who seemed very nice. She told Logan that she was a fan of the band and then spent about five minutes discussing movie-making with Mia and Camille. After that, she excused herself to find her boyfriend.
"Hey little sis," came a voice from behind the bar. They all looked over to see that the bartender was smiling at them, leaning across the counter. "Having a good birthday?"
"Absolutely!" Mia smiled. "Camille, you've met my brother Brandon. Brandon, this is Logan, Camille's boyfriend."
"Right, from Big Time Rush, gotcha," Brandon said with a grin. He offered his hand, which Logan shook. Brandon looked to be in his mid-twenties, with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a friendly smile that seemed to be a constant feature to his face. "Nice to meet you."
"You too," Logan said.
"I still haven't done my birthday shot," Mia commented, batting her eyelashes at her brother.
"Have you not?" Brandon asked, teasing a bit. "I'm sure you haven't, I've barely seen you since the party began! You running around making sure everyone else is having a good time?"
"Of course," Mia huffed. "I'm a good hostess."
"Yeah, well, just remember it's your birthday, baby sis," Brandon said with a chuckle. "What do you want? I'll get it for you."
"Vodka," Mia said with a grin that matched her brother's. She nudged Camille. "Cam, do a shot with me so I don't feel dumb."
"Okay," Camille agreed readily enough.
Logan winced a little. After seeing how sick Jo had gotten from a bit of vodka, he was rather apprehensive about his already drunk girlfriend having any as well. "Camille, don't you think you've had enough to drink?" he said gently, placing a hand on the small of her back.
"Aww, Logan, don't be a spoil sport," Camille whined playfully. Brandon had returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of Smirnoff vodka.
"Just the one," Mia promised.
Logan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "All right. Just one, okay? You don't want to get sick."
"Absolutely," Camille agreed, all wide-eyed innocence. And with that, she and Mia did the shot, sputtering and giggling as they both nearly choked on the harsh beverage.
"Okay, okay," Logan laughed with them, albeit a bit hesitantly. "Camille, let's dance," he suggested, taking Camille's hand.
"Logan!" Hearing his name shouted across the room, Logan turned to see Kendall coming towards him.
"What's up?" Logan asked. "Where's Jo?"
"In the limo," Kendall answered. "I was just making sure you're all good here before I leave."
"Yup, totally great," Logan replied. "I'm just hanging out with Camille."
Kendall glanced around. "Then…where is she?"
"She's right he—oh, shit," Logan murmured in astonishment as he turned to gesture to the empty space where Mia and Camille had previously been standing. "I, uh…seem to have lost my girlfriend."
Kendall clapped Logan on the shoulder. "Well good luck finding her. Meanwhile, I have to go take care of mine. You're going to stay with Camille tonight right? You don't mind if Jo uses your bed do you? I mean, she could sleep with me…but what if she pukes?"
Logan groaned. "Wash the sheets. I don't care if she doesn't even throw up. Wash. The. Sheets."
"Duly noted," Kendall agreed. "Later, Logan."
He left Logan glancing around trying to figure out where Camille had wandered off to in the short amount of time that he had his back turned.
"See, this is why I always have to stay sober," he grumbled to himself. He heard Camille laugh down at the other end of the bar and then caught sight of her long curls. "There you are," he murmured with relief in his voice.
He came up next to her and slid an arm over her shoulders. "Hey, wander off much?"
"Oh sorry, Logan!" Camille laughed. "Mia wanted me to meet Jenna—Jenna, this is my boyfriend Logan."
Jenna, a tall African-American girl with a stunning smile, greeted Logan. "Nice to meet you," she said amiably.
"Jenna worked with Mia on her last show—now Jenna's doing a run on Broadway, but she came back to Cali for the party."
"Understudy is getting her shining moment," Jenna joked. "A Saturday night crowd! I do feel guilty, but I told them right at the start of my run that I wouldn't be there tonight, so it's all fine, but still, you know?"
Camille nodded sagely. Logan, feeling his attention wandering, caught sight of another three shot glasses on the bar by the girls and groaned inwardly. Of course she'd done another shot. Why wouldn't she have?
Logan decided the best idea was probably to just get Camille away from the bar. "Come dance with me," he whispered in her ear, so not to be rude and interrupt Mia and Jenna, who were discussing TV versus stage.
Apparently, Camille didn't need any convincing. She made her excuses to Mia and Jenna, and eagerly followed Logan out to the dance floor.
As they danced, Camille got progressively more…forward with her moves. Soon, Logan found Camille winding her arms around his neck and into his hair, sensually shimmying her shoulders in front of him and grinding her hips against him. Logan sort of awkwardly placed his hands on her waist, rather unsure of how to feel about this. On the one hand, Camille was very, very sexy right now, and he'd like very much to just enjoy that. On the other hand, Logan knew that she was also very, very drunk right now, and he knew that she'd probably be embarrassed to hear about this tomorrow.
Logan heard someone wolf whistle near them, and his head snapped to see who had made the noise. His eyes fell on some blond idiot looking very…appreciatively at Camille's dancing with Logan.
"Hell yeah, shake that ass, girl!" the jerk called in Camille's direction, giving a nod to Logan as if to congratulate him.
The guy was about six inches taller than Logan, with broader shoulders and biceps that rivaled James's. That didn't intimidate Logan. He removed Camille's arms from around his neck and pulled her around behind him. "Hey, you keep your mouth shut about my girlfriend, got it?" Logan snapped at the guy.
"Aw, hey calm down bro, just complimenting her!" blondie responded, smirking to his friends. "Props for landing such a tasty trick."
"Hey," Camille objected, pushing her way around Logan and stumbling a bit in the heels that she for some reason hadn't removed yet. "I am no tasty trick," she slurred. "Well…I mean I am tasty, but…" Camille trailed off, grinning at her own words.
The guy and his friends all exclaimed appreciatively, two of the friends high-fiving. "Damn, this girl got a mouth on her too?"
"You bet I do!" Camille agreed, stumbling again.
Logan took her hand and tugged her back towards him. "Hey, Camille, let's not talk to them," he murmured to her.
"Mmm," Camille considered. "Okay." She turned back to the guys and gave them a wave. "Later, pigs!"
The guys all voiced their approval again. "All right, all right, you have fun now, shorty. Boy, is someone getting laid or what?" he exclaimed back to his friends, who all burst into rambunctious laughter.
Logan decided that he'd had enough for the night. Also, Camille was getting more and more clumsy. It was probably the best option to get her home and to bed. I most certainly am not getting laid tonight, he thought rather glumly.
"Camille, hey," Logan said as he walked Camille off the dance floor, a firm grip around her waist. "I'm kind of tired. I think maybe we should head home soon."
"Aw, so soon?" Camille whined. She sighed. "Mkay, I guess I'm tired too."
Logan smiled and kissed her forehead. "I'll bet. And I have a feeling you're going to be pretty tired tomorrow too."
"Probably," Camille said with a grimace.
"Let's go find Carlos and Stephanie," Logan suggested. "See if they want to head back with us."
"What about James?" Camille wondered, following after Logan as he headed towards where he had last seen Stephanie and Carlos.
Logan winced. "I really don't want to find James," he murmured. "He was, um, with Lindsey last I saw him."
Camille's eyes widened and she nodded. "Oh yeah they're probably doing it."
"Probably!" Logan agreed with a loud laugh at Camille's frankness. At that moment, they stumbled upon Carlos and Steph, who were standing off to the side of the room.
"Hey!" Carlos exclaimed as Logan and Camille walked up. "I was just about to come looking for you. Steph's ready to go home."
"So are we," Logan replied. "Have you seen James?"
Carlos got a certain look on his face, one that was excited and embarrassed at the same time. "Check your phone. He texted all three of us."
Logan pulled his phone out of his pocket, seeing that there was in fact a new message from James. He opened it up and read:
Woo! goin home with L. Lucky lucky guy I am! see you guys in the mornin!
Logan groaned and shoved his phone back into his pocket. "He is such a man-whore," he muttered and Carlos nodded his agreement.
"Anyway, I already called the limo driver and he was just on his way back from dropping off Kendall and Jo. He should be here in a few minutes," Carlos told him.
"Great," Logan said. He turned to Camille and squeezed her hand to get her attention. "Camille, we should go say bye to Mia."
"Right!" Camille agreed happily.
They all quickly found the birthday girl, who was still talking to Jenna (both of the girls were considerably more drunk after only the seven or eight minutes since Logan and Camille had left them), and said their goodbyes, just in time for Carlos to receive the call from the limo driver to say that he was there to pick them up.
The limo was a nice, quiet, dark place after the rowdiness of the party. Logan felt like his eyes were permanently damaged from the lights. Once they were seated in the car, both Camille and Stephanie seemed to feel much more tired than they had inside, and both promptly fell asleep on their respective boyfriends.
Carlos and Logan chatted quietly to each other (although Carlos was pretty drunk himself, he was still able to hold an intelligent conversation, unlike the girls) for the short ride to the Palm Woods.
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"Logan, I love you." Logan smiled from his place sitting on the end of Camille's bed. She was standing by her dresser, taking for-freaking-ever to put on her PJs. She was currently standing there in only a tank top and panties, holding her PJ shorts in her hand.
"I know, Cam. Honey, why don't you get finished changing so you can get into bed?" he suggested gently.
"Are you staying here tonight?" Camille asked him, sounding sad as she pulled on the aforementioned shorts.
"I was planning on it," Logan said, slightly taken aback by her seemingly sudden change in mood. "If you don't want me to, I don't have to—although, I think Jo is in my bed back at the crib."
"No!" Camille objected strongly. She bounded (as much as she could bound in her current state) over to Logan and sat on his lap, putting her arms around his shoulders in a hug and resting her head on his shoulder. "I want you to stay here. I get so lonely when I'm by myself."
That broke Logan's heart to hear. "I'm sorry, sweetie," he murmured. "You know I'd stay here more if I could, but Mama Knight doesn't exactly approve of that…but she's not here for another week so I'll stay here every night if you want."
"It's just that it's really lonely and crappy here," Camille grumbled. "I'm tired."
"I bet," Logan replied, and with that, picked her up and took her around to the side of her bed, where the covers were already turned down. He laid her down on the bed and pulled the covers up around her. "What do you mean it's crappy here? What exactly is bothering you about the Palm Woods—besides the whole paparazzi thing, of course?"
Camille considered that for a minute, as Logan took off his jeans and vest, so he stood there in his t-shirt and boxers. "The cable's always going out," Camille suddenly stated very assuredly.
Logan laughed. "Well, yes, I suppose it is, isn't it?" he considered as he pulled his shirt off as well and then climbed in on the other side of the bed, next to Camille. He pushed a lock of hair away from her face as the snuggled closer together. "This place is awesome, you've always thought so. I'm sure once you get used to your dad not being here it'll be all right again."
Camille seemed to get a bit fidgety when he said that. "I'm tired," she repeated for about the fifth time in ten minutes. "Good night, Logan."
"Good night, Camille," he answered with a chuckle, giving her a light kiss on the nose.
They were both asleep within minutes.