DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.
He didn't even answer. He just stared at her for a few seconds and, without warning, turned around and walked out.
"Logan!" Camille called after him, shocked and a little angry about this response. "Logan, come back!" The door slammed in response.
A second of pure shock later, Camille had gathered her senses, and was following after him. "Logan, stop it! Come back here so we can talk!" She followed him all the way back to apartment 2J. Even though he was ignoring her, he didn't try to shut the door on her, letting her come in behind him. "Logan, stop being an asshole and ignoring me!" she exclaimed, not noticing that Kendall and James were both in the room.
Logan finally responded to her, but not in words. He simply scoffed, laughing and running his fingers through his hair. He looked at the other guys, gesturing at Camille as if to say "can you believe this?" James and Kendall exchanged a very confused look.
"Camille, are you okay?" James asked gently, coming over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Camille realized that she was standing in the entryway, her arms tightly folded around her, as if she were protecting herself. She was shaking, and her chin was trembling.
"I'm fine," she snapped. "He's ignoring me. He just walked out of my apartment!"
"Your apartment that you're moving out of you mean?" Logan finally snapped back. James's eyes widened and he glanced back at Camille, automatically drawing his hand off of her shoulder.
"You're moving?" Kendall and James both asked at the same time.
"Why is it a big deal, Logan?" Camille demanded. "I'm an adult and it's my life and my decisions! I should be able to decide to move out without you freaking out like a child!"
"Camille, you're already packing!" Logan shouted, moving into a closer proximity to his girlfriend. James hovered between them, clearly unsure about what he should do, while Kendall just sort of sat on the edge of the couch, looking like he was ready to stand up at any time but hesitating. "Clearly you've planned this for a while and you didn't see fit to tell me until you're about to leave!"
"That's not true!" Camille yelled back, her volume rising to match Logan's. "I'm not leaving for a few more weeks—it's not like I waited until the night before I left to tell you!"
"I bet you were planning on it!" Logan accused. "If I hadn't shown up at your place today, were you gonna tell me? Were you?"
"Yes!"
"When did you decide this? Where are you moving?"
Camille bit her lip. "I'm moving in with Mia. She asked me to last week, at the party."
Logan threw his hands in the air. "You mean, you've known for a week that you were going to move out and you didn't tell me? Isn't this something that we should discuss?"
"It's not your decision where I live, Logan!"
James gently put one hand on Logan's shoulder and the other on Camille's. "Logan, Camille, maybe you should both just calm down and then try to discuss this-."
"I don't even want to discuss this!" Camille shouted, shaking James's hand off of her. "This is exactly why I hadn't told him yet—I knew he'd be upset! He always wants me to do exactly what he wants, and I'm sick of it!"
Kendall finally stood and came over. "Guys, both of you, seriously, chill," he insisted. "You're both being ridiculous. Half-hour timeout to cool off and then you guys can continue."
"This isn't a hockey game, captain," Logan snapped at his best friend. But, after a glance back at Camille, he shook his head and walked off down the back hallway, running both hands through his hair.
"Logan-," Camille started to yell after him, but Kendall shook his head at her.
"Seriously, Camille, take a break," he told her. "You're both too pissed to talk rationally."
Camille glared at Kendall, waved away James's hand again as it reached out for her, and stalked out the front door.
He can't do that, Camille thought angrily, half-blinded by angry tears. He can't get so mad about this. He can't shut me out like that.
The thought of returning to her apartment made her feel sick. She instead burst into the stairwell and hurried down the steps to the first floor. Bursting through the lobby, she pulled up the hood on her pink zip-up jacket in an attempt to sneak past the two or three paps who had taken up residence in and around the Palm Woods. Luckily, her attempt was successful, and she escaped onto the street unnoticed.
Once she was caught up in the crowds of the LA streets, Camille removed her hood. She didn't think that she was recognizable enough yet to draw too much attention to herself, so she felt confident without any disguise. And by the time she was several blocks away from the Palm Woods, she felt herself calming down enough to slow down to something less than a near-run.
Glancing in the window of a shop that she passed by, Camille caught sight of an adorable dress. She glanced around herself before shrugging. What the hell.
Inside the store, Camille managed to locate the dress on one of the racks. She ran her fingers down the row of hangers until she came to one that said "small" on the tag. Glancing closer at this tag on her way to the dressing room, it actually said "small: 4/6." Camille felt her shoulders droop at the sight of that stupid 4.
I would literally give anything to be able to be a 2. Or a 0. God, how are people size 0? As if on cue, Camille felt her stomach rumble just as she pulled the curtain of the changing stall shut. Well that's probably why I'm not a size 0, she thought despairingly.
She pulled her jacket off and then pulled her tank top over her head. For some reason, a lump was rising in her throat. God, no wonder Logan is so pissed off at me, she thought. Why shouldn't he be? I'm such a crybaby. She tossed her jeans onto the changing bench and then pulled the dress off of the hanger and started to put it on.
Camille shook out her curly hair after the dress went over her head and she smoothed down the deep blue skirt. She frowned slightly as she looked in the mirror, turning one way and then the other. For some reason…it didn't look like she'd pictured. Camille moved her arms awkwardly, trying to find a place to put them that didn't make them look large.
And her calves! God, they were huge. Camille pulled the dress off immediately and tossed it aside. Not as if I had any money with me anyway, she thought. She was about to start getting dressed again, but was distracted by herself in the mirror, yet again.
She turned to the side and ran a hand across her flat stomach. She traveled upwards, to just below her bra, where she could feel her ribs if she pressed. And then down lower to the waistband of her panties. Startled, she realized that her hipbones didn't stick out.
Mia's hipbones stick out, she fretted. So do Lindsey's. I'm supposed to be the popular cheerleader on the show, aren't I? I can't be the fattest one. She stood straight on to the mirror, putting her feet together. She practically recoiled at the sight. My thighs touch. They fucking touch. No wonder Logan is angry. He probably can't stand to touch me. I don't deserve to have a boyfriend like him.
She hurriedly got dressed, tossing the dress on its hanger, and hurried out of the dressing area, shoving the dress haphazardly onto a rack. Blinking away stupid, irrational tears, she rushed right out of the store. Stupid, fat, stupid, fat, stupid, fat, fat, fat, stupid, she thought to herself with each step she took.
The trip back to the Palm Woods was quick, but Camille immediately realized she had made a mistake. The paps were by the curb, having a smoke break, when she walked up the sidewalk. "Camille!" her two personal tormentors yelled, grabbing for their cameras. These guys followed Camille around so much that she even knew their names—the tall, blonde one was Kenny and the round brunette was Jeff.
"Excuse me, guys," she murmured as politely as possible. "I'm just trying to go home, okay?"
"Camille, hold on for just a second," Kenny insisted, his flash going off right in her face. "Is there any truth to the rumors about you and Logan Mitchell of Big Time Rush breaking up?"
"What? No!" Camille replied, before remembering she shouldn't respond to these guys. "Excuse me." She tried to move around Kenny, but her pathway was blocked instead by Jeff.
"Camille, can we just get a few pictures of you?" he asked, taking them anyway without her permission. "C'mon, just a couple."
"I'm not in the mood, guys!" Camille exclaimed, losing her cool a little. "This is my personal time, can't you wait for a red carpet like you're supposed to?"
"Ouch," Kenny responded with a smirk. "Very movie star of you, Cammie."
"Don't call me that," she muttered. She got her way around Jeff and started to walk towards the Palm Woods entrance, but Kenny grabbed her arm. He actually touched her and made her stop walking. "Let go!" she exclaimed in shock. Paps couldn't touch celebs. It was a huge no-no. Camille attempted to wrench her wrist out of Kenny's grip.
"Get your hands off of her!" Camille looked towards the front doors of the Palm Woods to see Logan's utterly enraged face as he came running out the door. Logan grabbed Camille (somewhat roughly, mind) and pulled her away from Kenny, pushing her behind himself. "Don't ever touch her again. She could sue, you know," he hissed at the pap.
"Well, guess the rumors aren't true then," Kenny said bitterly. Jeff sighed as he put down his camera, knowing that any pictures taken with Logan in them would be unusable since they were technically on Palm Woods grounds.
"Clear away from her!" Logan shouted. Camille grabbed the back of Logan's t-shirt and tugged gently.
"Logan, please, let's just go inside," she whispered gently. Logan sighed. With one final angry look towards Kenny and Jeff, he took Camille's hand and they went inside the hotel lobby.
Logan immediately pulled Camille into a tight embrace. "Babe, I'm so sorry," he apologized. "I know I flipped out. It wasn't right. I was just going to look for you—you weren't at home."
Camille rested her cheek against Logan's chest. "I had to burn off some steam," she told him. "We both said things we didn't mean to. But…" Camille pulled away and sat on one of the couches, tugging Logan down to sit next to her. "Do you understand why I'm making this decision?" she asked him. "With the paparazzi stalking me here now, I just…I don't feel right here anymore, Logan. It was great when I was a teenager, but now I want to try and be an adult."
Logan nodded, slowly lacing his fingers through Camille's over and over again as they both stared at their joined hands. "I can get that," he agreed. "I can't say I'm happy about it. But I get it. I'm just really going to miss you living so close."
"I totally want you over at my place all the time," Camille assured him. "Mia's already said she's cool with you coming over whenever. Please, please don't let this come between us."
"There's nothing I want less than to let something come between us, Cammie," Logan assured her, meeting her lips with his in a kiss.