DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.
"And cut! I think that's all we need, guys!" the director called. Camille grinned at the guys, who were standing next to her on the coffee shop set. They'd just finished filming the scene where Harmony and Ashley meet Big Time Rush and everything had gone well—excluding Kendall forgetting one of his lines (he had the most of the guys) and Carlos running right into a chair because he wasn't looking where he was going.
"Okay, so that's a wrap for Big Time Rush today. Mia, we need you to go to wardrobe to change for your next scene, on set in fifteen. Camille, you have an hour before we need you at the gymnasium set." These instructions were given by the PA holding the shooting schedule on her clipboard. People sort of scattered around, crew members moving equipment and actors heading off to dressing rooms, wardrobe, and crafty.
Camille wrapped her arms around Logan. "Well done, TV star," she grinned, giving him a quick kiss. "You want to come back to my dressing room for a little while, before I have to shoot again? We could watch-."
"Cammie!" Logan and Camille both looked up to see Eric waving her over. Camille, with Logan's hand in hers, walked over to him. "Hey, Cammie, do you mind going over the lines for the breakup scene with me?" Eric asked. "I know we don't shoot it until tomorrow, but I kind of wanted to try something."
"I mean, sure, but can it wait?" Camille offered. "I was going to spend some time with Logan before I was back on set for all hours of the night."
"Oh yeah, sure, no prob," Eric said with a wave of his hand. "My bad. Go ahead."
"Thanks, love you!" Camille said, blowing a kiss to her handsome costar, who winked at her before heading off in the other direction. Giggling, Camille went off with Logan towards her dressing room.
"You guys spend an awful lot of time together, don't you?" Logan said, a bit tightly. Camille was utterly surprised. "I mean…for costars."
"We play boyfriend and girlfriend," Camille said slowly, smiling out of awkwardness, slowly walking away from set. "We really need to be friends, you know?"
"Yeah, no I get that," Logan said, clearing his throat. "I just…I mean…"
"What?" Camille asked.
They reached Camille's dressing room. Camille shut the door behind them and looked expectantly at Logan. "Is something up with you?" she asked hesitantly.
Logan squeezed his eyes shut and looked like he didn't want to say what he was about to say. "Eric's incredibly attractive!" he blurted out.
Camille's eyes widened more than she thought possible. "Um…um…uh…" she stammered. "I…Logan, are you trying to tell me something?"
"What? Oh God no!" he exclaimed, waving his hands frantically. "No, no, no! I was just saying…I mean, you hang out with this guy and kiss him and act like you're in love with him like every day. Does that make you…I don't know…attracted to him?"
Camille's heart sank. "You don't trust me," she said blandly.
"Sweetheart, of course I do," Logan insisted, grabbing Camille's hands, guiding her to the couch, where she sat down. He kneeled in front of her. "I just…if you ever feel like you like someone in that way, I'd rather you told me, okay?"
"Sweetie," Camille said plainly, squeezing Logan's hands. "I don't like Eric. He's just a friend." Camille paused for a minute. "I'm going to tell you something in confidence. And you can't tell anyone, all right? Not even the guys. It's not my secret to tell."
"Maybe you shouldn't tell me."
"I'm going to. Eric is gay."
Logan was stunned. "What?"
Camille nodded. "Yeah. You thought I was cheating on you with a gay guy."
"I never thought you were cheating on me!" Logan objected, standing up and taking a few steps away. "All I said was that if you were feeling romantically for someone other than me, I'd prefer you to tell me."
Camille stood up. "Do you understand how that makes me feel, Logan?" she said, her voice gaining volume as she got angrier. "I feel like you don't trust me!"
"Camille, sometimes it's hard okay?" he confessed. "You're this big celebrity now, and I'm still this nerdy kid."
"Please, Logan," Camille retorted. "You've been a celebrity longer than I have. You have millions of fan girls. And I never ever have felt the need to say something like that to you. Because I trust you."
"You have so many better options than me," Logan said, shaking his head, a bitter look on his face. "Guys like Eric—well straight ones."
"But I love you, you loser!" she exclaimed. "I would never cheat on you. Ever. End of story. Can we not talk about this anymore?"
Logan sighed. "You're right. I'm sorry."
"Good," Camille said, breathing a sigh of relief and giving him a small smile. "Now can we cuddle on the couch and watch an episode of 30 Rock before I have to go back to set?" Logan complied, and soon Camille found herself snuggled under the arm of her boyfriend again.
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After Logan left (dragged away by Kendall, who claimed that Gustavo had been yelling at him on the phone to come to the studio), Camille found herself with twenty more minutes before she had to go back to set.
Her stomach grumbled loudly. She sighed, shutting her eyes in annoyance. "Stop it," she hissed to it, and rubbed her temple against a building headache. She hadn't eaten anything since that cookie earlier this morning—several hours ago. And that had been the first thing since she'd had lunch on set the day before.
Cutting back on meals was helping her out a lot though. A lot more than the stupid healthy eating thing she'd tried. She'd already lost four pounds in the past two days. She'd started out only planning to lose that much, to get back to 111 pounds, but since things were going so well, she'd decided to lose enough to be able to fit into a size 2.
A loud rumble from her stomach cut through the room, and Camille rolled her eyes and groaned. As she did so, her gaze fell on the Tupperware container of cookies Eric had left for her. Oh my gosh those are so good, she thought wearily, her mouth watering at the thought of them.
One more stomach grumble and an angry hunger pang later, she was pulling the top off of the container and grabbing a cookie, shoving it into her mouth and practically moaning at the deliciousness. She kept eating, not even realizing how many cookies she was consuming.
The eating was mindless, and she found herself thinking about what had happened with Logan earlier. How could he think I was with Eric? I love him, does he not understand that? It's like he was trying to talk me out of our relationship. It's like he was trying to find an escape from it. Well, he probably doesn't want to be in a relationship with me anyway. He could have anyone. A supermodel. Some super skinny mini. Instead he's stuck with me. Fat old me.
With that thought, her eyes widened as she realized that she had eaten more than half of the container without even thinking. She grabbed a tissue from the box on her coffee table and spit out the mouthful she was chewing. Her heart was beating out of control, and she felt her head spinning from the terror of the situation.
She scrambled for her phone to check the time. "Crap," she murmured tearfully, seeing she was due on set in only ten minutes. She didn't have time to do any sort of workout or anything to burn off these calories even a little bit. She placed her hands on her stomach, thinking she could feel it about to rip her cheer skirt right off.
"What do I do?" she whimpered, glancing wildly around the room. She saw the cookies again. First things first, get those out of sight, she told herself. The cookies were shoved into her overlarge purse. She'd give them to Jo or Stephanie when she got home. Then her eyes fell on the door to her tiny private bathroom.
She felt all the color drain from her face as she realized what she had to do. "I don't have a choice," she told herself. "It's one time." With that, she strode determinedly into the bathroom, kneeled in front of the toilet, and stuck her fingers down her throat.