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

Knock knock knock

Camille scampered over to the front door, still pulling her hair through into a ponytail as she looked through the peephole. The smiling face of Mia Reed was there. Camille grinned herself and opened the door.

"Hey girl!" Mia cried, hugging Camille as way of greeting. "You ready for this?"

"Totally," Camille agreed. "Thanks so much for offering to help me pack by the way! It's so great of you."

"Hey, you're moving into my house, the least I can do is help you move there," Mia dismissed, shutting the front door behind her. "Are those boys helping you too?"

Camille avoided Mia's eyes. "Um…no, the guys are in tour rehearsals today. They start in just a few weeks, you know, right after they finish filming with us."

"Oh right, that's going to be so much fun," Mia commented. "So…is Jo helping then?" Camille shook her head, biting her lip. Mia began to look suspicious as she listed off other people that she knew lived at the Palm Woods with Camille. "Stephanie? Lucy?" When Camille vetoed both of those too, Mia folded her arms across her chest. "Camille, do any of your friends know that you're moving?"

"Not yet," Camille admitted. "I haven't been able to tell them."

"Camille, it's been a week since the party," Mia pointed out. "You told your building manager that you're moving out. We're packing up your stuff. The painters are coming to my place this Tuesday to start on your bedroom walls. You have to tell your friends—and your boyfriend—that you're moving before, you know, you actually move."

"I know!" Camille moaned. "I'm going to, I swear. I just…I don't know how they're going to take it. Logan loves me living in the same building as him. I do too, but I mean…I can't deal with this for any longer. I don't like the whole living by myself thing. The guys have each other and Mama Knight and Katie, and then Jo has her dad, and Stephanie has her mom…and I'm just all by myself."

"Camille, they'll understand that," Mia assured her, as they wandered into the living room, where Camille had already started piling things to pack on the coffee table. "They won't understand it, however, if you just move out and don't ever tell them."

"I know," Camille repeated, absently grabbing a box from the stack in the corner and setting it down next to the table. For a few minutes, she and Mia silently packed books into the box. "I feel like Logan will be upset," Camille suddenly said.

"That's ridiculous," Mia started to object, but Camille cut her off.

"I feel like he'll be upset because Jo and Stephanie are still living here. Kendall and Carlos will still have their girlfriends in the building, but I'll be gone. It's like, I'm not as good of a girlfriend."

"Camille. Sweetheart." Mia looked Camille straight in the eye. "Logan loves you. And you love him. Right?"

"Absolutely," Camille replied assuredly.

"Then he will support you in what you choose to do. But he can't support you if you don't let him know what's going on."

Camille sighed. That made a lot of sense. "You're right," she admitted. She picked up another book and studied the cover for a moment. "I'll tell him after their rehearsals today. I'll let everyone know." She packed the book in the box. "It's silly to think that I could get away with not telling anyone."

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"Guys, that was a really great rehearsal," Kelly said to the four boys who were getting their things together to leave.

"Yeah even Logan got everything right today!" Carlos teased with a sneaky grin. Logan retaliated by snapping the towel he had been using to wipe his face off in Carlos's direction, but privately admitted Carlos had a point.

"Seriously though, guys, great work. Keep it up." With that, Kelly gave the boys a smile and then went off to confer with Gustavo and the choreographer. The guys all grabbed their backpacks, towels, and water bottles and hurried out before Gustavo thought of something else they needed to rehearse that just couldn't wait until tomorrow.

James sighed loudly and contently as he slid into the backseat of the BTR mobile with Carlos, while Kendall got in to drive with Logan in the passenger seat next to him. "I have never been more ready to take a shower in my life," he declared.

"Can we talk about 24/seven though?" Kendall commented as he pulled out of their parking space and headed for the exit of the parking garage. "And how amazing it's going to look."

The other three all erupted into agreement. "I'm really excited we're doing that front flip thing again," Carlos said. "With James and Kendall, you know, where you guys grab Logan's arms and flip him over? We did that in our demo of Big Time Rush the first three days we were in LA, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's really cool," Kendall said excitedly. "I really think that it is the perfect opening song."

The guys chatted about the set list the whole way home. Back at the apartment, Carlos only took two minutes to change his clothes and then sped out the front door again, yelling over his shoulder that he was going to see Stephanie. Logan changed more slowly, but also headed out soon, to go to Camille's apartment, leaving Kendall and James watching TV in the crib.

Logan was really excited to share with Camille what he had worked on that day. So it was with a huge grin that he knocked on Camille's door and waited for her to answer.

That grin slipped away when Camille answered. She barely opened the door before she slipped into the hallway to join him. "Hey," she greeted with a nervous smile that didn't go to her eyes. "How was your day?"

"Is something wrong?" Logan asked, concerned by this lackluster Camille.

Camille seemed to struggle with something for a minute, biting her lip, before she sighed. "I need to tell you something."

"Okay," Logan replied slowly, feeling his panic levels rising. Was she sick? Had something happened? "What is it?"

Camille took a deep breath and then gestured for Logan to follow her. She opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Logan, incredibly worried by this point, followed.

There were several boxes in the front hall. Things were written on them like "books" or "Living Room" or "Misc. kitchen." It looked suspiciously like…but no, that wasn't possible.

Was it? Logan looked at Camille, not understand. She avoided his gaze, staring at the floor, leaning against the wall with her hands behind her back. "Camille," he said softly, not believing what he was seeing. She didn't look up. "Camille," he repeated, a little bit more loudly and harshly. "What is all of this?"

Camille's lower lip trembled at Logan's angry voice. But she had to answer him now. "Logan…" she said barely louder than a whisper. Then she sighed, shook her curly hair out of her eyes, and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm moving."