DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.

WARNING: May be triggering.

Logan, clad in the same clothes he had worn last night, sighed as he turned a page in his newspaper. He leaned his folded arms on the top of the counter in the kitchen, the newspaper spread out in front of him.

The door to Camille's bedroom suddenly opened and Logan looked up in surprise to see his girlfriend standing there, her hands over her eyes to block out the harsh light of the room, hair rumpled by sleep. A glance at the clock told him that it was just before eleven. "Camille, I didn't expect you to get up yet," Logan commented, folding the newspaper. "How are you? Should I fix you some breakfast?"

Camille only groaned and made her way blindly into the living room, bumping into an end table on the way, and flopped onto the couch, burying her face in the cushions. Logan hastily closed the blinds, darkening the room, before sitting beside her and rubbing her back. "Poor Camille, partied a bit too hard," he teased.

"Shut up," Camille grumbled from where her face was mashed into the cushions.

Logan laughed. "Come on now, you know you did this to yourself."

"Yeah, yeah," came her muttered reply as she carefully peeked out from the cushions. Finding the room sufficiently dark for her, she rolled over onto her back, her head on Logan's lap. "I never want to see another bit of alcohol ever again," she moaned.

Logan, suppressing laughter, brushed Camille's stray hairs away from her face. "You say that every time you have a hangover, baby. I think it's safe to say you won't stick to it."

"No. I'm serious. I hate alcohol."

Logan chuckled. "All right then. So where are we on the breakfast idea?"

Camille's face grew pale at the mention of food. "Please, don't say 'breakfast' again," she murmured. "I don't think I could stand the sight of food."

"Did you puke?" Logan asked. "Never mind. I don't need to know. Well, if you don't want any food here, I'm gonna go back to the crib and change, grab some food for me."

"Mkay," Camille muttered, sitting up and immediately collapsing down on her other side to place her head on a cushion instead of Logan's lap. "I'll take a shower…"

Logan stared at her. "You sure? You don't look like you're going to take a shower."

"Trust me," Camille mumbled. "This is me mentally preparing to walk to the bathroom. Go on. I'll be fine."

"All right," Logan said, trying not to smile and failing. He stood up and, leaning down to give Camille a kiss on the cheek on his way out, left through the front door.

Minutes later he was walking into his own apartment. "Hey," he greeted Kendall, who was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"You're here," Kendall commented, muting the television. "I thought you'd stay at Camille's for the day."

"I am, I just came back to change and get some food while she showers and stuff," Logan explained as he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and then opened the fridge and peered at its contents. "You the only one up?"

Kendall nodded. "Carlos and Stephanie are still asleep, I haven't seen them. Jo was up for a little while earlier, but she went back to bed about an hour ago."

"Still not feeling too hot?"

"Nah. Way better than last night though."

Logan made a noise of agreement and shut the fridge. "So, James hasn't come back then yet?"

"Nope," Kendall said, suddenly turning on the couch to face Logan. "By the way, who exactly is 'L?'"

"Lindsey," Logan clarified, as he untwisted the cap to a bottle of water. "From Camille's show. That blonde girl?"

"Okay," Kendall said slowly. "I wasn't sure. I thought he might mean…well, Lucy was there."

Logan started sputtering water. "Oh no. Please don't say that. I don't want him to end up hung up on her again!"

With a nod, Kendall agreed. "I know, that's why I was worried. But you're probably right, I vaguely remember seeing James, um…intertwined with some blonde chick on the dance floor."

Laughing, Logan nodded. "That sounds similar to what I saw."

Kendall started to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of his cell phone vibrating on the coffee table in front of him. Picking it up, he glanced at the caller ID. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" he exclaimed softly, but answered the phone anyway. "Gustavo! We have the day off today! And there is no way anyone can come in, okay? It's literally not even possible…wait, what?" Kendall glanced at Logan, his face full of disbelief which was mixed in with something like excitement. "Really? That's…that's actually really awesome! Yeah, of course. No, it doesn't mean that we'll be coming in today…because we're all fucking hungover Gustavo." Kendall listened for a second and nodded, looking satisfied. "Uh huh. Thank you. We'll see you tomorrow."

With that, Kendall hung up and looked over to Logan, who had been hovering by the couch looking intrigued. "What is it?" Logan asked, insanely curious.

"You will never believe what Gustavo just told me."

~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~BTR~~~~~~

Camille let the fuzzy towel she was wrapped in fall to the ground as she stepped naked onto her bathroom scale. Her wet hair dripped down her back, tickling her, but all she focused on was the number.

"115…" Camille breathed. Her heart rate was quickening. "I can't weigh that much. It's…it's not possible…the scale, it's broken or something."

Stepping on the scale a second time produced the same result. Camille wrapped her arms over her stomach, feeling slightly sick. I can't weigh this much. I'll be too fat to fit into my costumes. I play a cheerleader. I have a contract that says my appearance can't change. If I get fat, I'll get fired. I'll never work again, and after I've done so much to get this far…

Camille took a deep breath. Calm down, Camille. It's four pounds. You've gained four pounds over…what? A month? A month and a half? …It doesn't matter though. I still gained four pounds. I have to lose it.

And that was that. It was just losing the excess four pounds that she had gained. There was nothing wrong with that. It was normal. In fact, it was expected. Almost required.

"Camille!" Her eyes widening, Camille's head snapped to the door as she heard Logan's voice in her bedroom. She hadn't heard him come in the front door. "Honey, are you in the shower still?"

"I just got out!" Camille called, trying not to sound panicked as she grabbed her towel again, rewrapping herself in it. "Don't come in, I'm naked!"

As Camille was grabbing her scale to hide again, she heard Logan chuckle. "Like I've never seen that before?" Camille couldn't help the natural reaction of rolling her eyes at that. "Okay, I'll be in the living room," Logan finally said, and she heard his footsteps walk away.

Camille sighed with relief. She wrapped her scale in a towel stack and stowed it back in the cabinet. She kept it wrapped up in the rattiest towel she owned, at the back of the cabinet for a reason—no one would try to use it and discover that she was hiding it. Logan had first suggested getting rid of her scale right after she had gotten the job on the show last year—a little while after she had been having her "problems" with her body image.

She had agreed to it at the time, but it was stupid now. After all, she was a grown woman. A grown woman with a responsibility to the public and to her fans to remain beautiful and thin. That meant she needed to keep track of her weight. It was only natural.

Once her scale was hidden, Camille grabbed her robe and, shedding her towel, wrapped herself in that instead. She left the bathroom and joined Logan in the living room.

He smiled as she entered the room, his face making her forget all of her other problems. Logan was the one thing in her world that was just perfect, and made everything else okay. She couldn't help but smile back and immediately sat next to him, snuggling under his arm.

"Ew, your hair is wet," he teased, brushing the wet strands over her other shoulder, so they weren't touching his face.

"Oh but you love me anyway," Camille countered, looking up at his face with a look of teasing, mischievous adorableness. Logan grinned.

"You're right," he agreed, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Guess what?"

"What?" Camille said with a laugh.

"I'm going to be on your show."

Camille felt her mouth drop open. "Wait, what?" she exclaimed, pulling out from under Logan's arm and facing him. "You're going to what?"

"BTR is, I mean," he clarified. "Gustavo just called Kendall. They're writing an episode where they want Big Time Rush to guest star. I mean, I know we had that thing about no more cameos, but this is your show! How could we not want to?"

"That's so exciting!" Camille squealed. "I can't believe it! Do you know anything about the episode?"

Logan shook his head. "No, Gustavo didn't tell Kendall anything other than we'd be getting a couple of songs in the episode—I think it might be some hour-long special or something."

"It'll be so much fun," Camille declared, snuggling up to Logan again. "Maybe they'll even put a little romance between you and Harmony."

"Isn't Harmony dating the nice-guy football player?" Logan asked.

"Oh…yeah," Camille remembered. "Oh well. I'm sure the writers won't be able to resist putting in a little flirtation."

"You're probably right," Logan agreed, chuckling. "After all, we are 'Lomille' aren't we?"

Camille rolled her eyes at the mention of the couple name the public had given Logan and Camille. "Ugh, and I thought 'Jendall' was bad," Camille complained light-heartedly. "It does feel nice to have one of those couple names, though, to be honest. It makes me feel like our fans approve of us dating."

"I don't know," Logan joked. "I still get like five marriage proposals every time we go on tour."

"Hopefully you gracefully declined."

"Did I forget to mention? The wedding's next month. Can you bring the ice?" Logan laughed and ducked as Camille playfully swatted at him.