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Previously On Big Time Guest Star…
"..No one wanted to see a couple who were already a couple on the big screen," the brunette explained.
"So you're saying…" Kendall trailed off, eyebrows furrowing.
"Logan will be playing Gabe, Rachel's new love interest."
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"The Bro-Code!" James squeaked.
"—… say what?" Kendall was confused.
"I broke the bro-code! No wonder Logan doesn't trust me!" James was clearly upset.
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"You mean to tell me, you are going to be in a three episode arc as a love interest for the main female character in the first season of a CW SHOW!" Camille fumed.
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"They saw Bitters throw something in the Wishing Well," Katie explained, looking bored.
"A body! It looked like a body!" Carlos whispered, looking over his shoulder back to the door.
"I don't think there's a body, but either way, if you call the police and there's not really a body down there, you'll all look like idiots. We should make sure something, like a body, is down there first. But we should wait 'til morning…" Katie said.
"Right, so, we'll meet at oh-nine-hundred hours tomorrow and get this mission under way!" McPhee confirmed.
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"They had a contest to see who could grow the most facial hair," Kelly explained.
Big Time Guest Star: Chapter Four
"Hum ha heeyah
Hum ha woodaa
Dooa deeeeaaa
Yessa vooodaa"
"Please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing?" Jo gasped out in disbelief when she finally found Camille in the park after searching throughout the entire Palm Woods since the brunette continued to ignore all calls and texts.
Her best friend was decked out in traditional Voodoo garb straight out of Louisiana. Her red and yellow gingham dress was long with poofy sleeves. It was covered with a long full and lacy white apron. She had long beaded necklaces swinging down the front of the ensemble with matching long beaded earrings dangling from her lobes. A matching red and yellow gingham patterned cloth had been wrapped around the back of her hair, tied up into a giant bow to rest across the top of her head. Her hair had been swept up with the bow and tons of little brown ringlets spilled out of the top. She looked absolutely adorable…but the way she was dancing around, fiercely determined, was more than a little scary.
Camille looked at Jo, frowned, then turned away and continued with her spirit dance.
"Hum ha heeyah
Hum ha woo—
"Camille!"
"Shh, you're disturbing the spirits!" Camille whispered, but continued her dance.
"If you're so worried about disturbing spirits, why are you doing this in the park?" Jo asked.
"Because Dad said I was making too much noise, and Bitters is still on the warpath until those hotel convention guys are all gone," Camille replied grudgingly.
"Have you really resorted to voodoo?" Jo asked, still exasperated. "I know you're upset with me and Logan but—"
"It's voodoo, not hoodoo," Camille said in a deep mysterious voice, reestablishing the proper image of her character. "Voodoo is for positive energy. I'm up for a new role as an apprentice to a priestess in a period piece. I need all the good vibes I can get right now."
"Oh…" Jo said meekly and stupidly, realizing she had jumped to conclusions. "So… you haven't been answering my calls or texts."
"You know, the only thing more annoying than the people who don't get offended when you don't call them back, is the people who don't and keep calling," Camille responded.
"Well, that was rude," Jo said, shocked her best friend would speak to her that way. "Are you honestly that mad at me? It's a role. You're an actor, just like me. This is just a job."
Camille sighed, hiked up her skirts and petticoats, and sat on a park bench, shoulders slumping. "No, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."
Jo sat next to her and sighed too. "What's going on, C? Talk to me."
Camille shook her head and reached down to pull something out of her apron pocket. "Would you look at this? I mean, I even know voodoo is more about healing and helping and not bad stuff, but I made one anyway."
The blonde looked at the small cloth doll the brunette was holding out to her and winced. The doll had a picture of Logan's face pinned to its head.
"Do you really want to hurt him?" Jo asked, a little shocked at what she was looking at.
"No! That's the thing!" Camille said. "I already hurt him. That's how I got in this mess to begin with. Why did I have to run lines with James? Why didn't I think, 'Oh, gee, Camille, there's a kissing scene in this script. Don't do that part!' What was I thinking!"
Jo shrugged, figuring the question was just rhetorical.
"I don't want to hurt him, I just want him back," Camille sighed. "And I know this is just a job, but he's going to be doing these scenes with you, and it's reminding me of the thing with James, and… Logan's not an actor. What if he likes it or you? I mean, he did want to go out with you when you first got here, remember?"
Jo rolled her eyes and nodded. "I do."
"And, I'm…" the brunette slouched. "I've tried really hard to be friends with him and not let things get to me. Like at Kiss and Tell, he wanted to go with that girl, Peggy? He even asked me if I was cool with it. Of course I said I was. What right did I have not to be? I thought to myself, 'Okay, let him date this person. He deserves to be happy. But maybe eventually he'll figure out that he can trust me again, and maybe he really does still like me and want to be my boyfriend.' I just keep telling myself that I had to be cool and just let him go and hope that he comes back."
"So what changed with this? This," Jo pulled the doll away from Camille, dangling it between two fingers by its little cloth arm, "is not cool. Neither is not answering his texts or mine, I might add."
"With anyone else it's easier to push it all away, but it's you," Camille said sadly. "You're my best friend. I can't pretend to smile around you until I can get away. I spend all my time around you. Or I used to…"
Jo shook her head and cleared her throat loudly.
"Okay! So, two things!" Jo began. "First. I am with Kendall. Kendall is my boyfriend. I am not interested in Logan. Logan is my friend. Logan isn't interested in me either!"
"But—"
"Second!" Jo interrupted firmly, holding up a finger. "Are you really that blind?"
"I don't…huh?"
Jo shook her head in disbelief. "Do you know what the first thing Logan did was after he got his script? Do you?"
"Read it?"
"He went to you!"
"Well, yeah, he asked to read lines with me."
"Exactly!" Jo nearly shouted in a mix of laughter and frustration. "He gets a part in a TV show as a love interest, and the first thing he does it ask you to run lines with him. He could ask anyone, even me. But no. He agrees to take a role that he knows might make his best friend mad at him, and then he gets you to help him! He likes you!"
"No…"
"I think you two need to really talk. Stop ignoring his phone calls. Just go talk to him!" Jo insisted.
"If he does like me and wants to go out with me again, why doesn't he just, you know, ask?"
"Because he doesn't know how to. Logan Mitchell has never been forthcoming with his feelings. How long did it take him to ask you out the first time? And at Kiss and Tell? Remember that you had a date too? How does he know if you've moved on or not?"
"Steve is nice, but he's really more of a friend…"
"Does Logan know that? No," Jo answered herself. "He's doing the same thing you did. He's trying to play it cool so he can at least have you in his life."
"How can you be so sure?"
Jo sighed in frustration. "I just know. Either way, the only way you'll know for sure is if you talk to him!"
"Can we wait 'til later?" Camille asked, reaching up to pull the sharp pin out of the gingham bow on her head. She pulled the cloth off, tossing it into her bag, and shook her hair out. "This outfit is really hot. I'd rather get out of it and go to the pool."
She started digging through her bag. She pulled out a big green squishy fabric ball thing with pins already stuck in it.
"That's a… lot of pins…" Jo murmured, shifting and holding the doll further away from Camille. "And," she cleared her throat. "Isn't Bitters on the warpath?" Jo asked.
"All those convention people are almost gone, remember?" Camille said, trying to poke the pin into the ball, sighing when the pin somehow managed to fall. She looked at the grass and shook her head, deciding not to bother looking for it.
"Sounds good…would you like your…" Jo dangled the doll, still holding it gingerly by the arm, toward Camille, "back?"
The brunette shrugged. "You know, I read in one place that voodoo dolls are actually good for projecting love and luck and other stuff, not curses..." She reached for the doll. "So this would actually bless him."
As she went to grab for it, Jo let go too soon, and the doll fell to the ground in front of the park bench.
Before Camille could pick it up, a girl walked by briskly and just missed stepping on the doll. Jo and Camille let out a breath of relief before the brunette started bending forward to pick it up.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she shrieked and sat up straight, the ball of pins sitting in her lap started poking her when she was bending. She tossed the ball back into her bag, and started reaching for the doll again when another girl walked by and nearly put a heel through the doll's head—luckily, she missed too.
"Thanks!" Camille called sarcastically to the girls' back.
Jo put a hand up toward Camille and looked at her with big eyes. "Those are Jennifers!"
It took a second but then Camille realized why Jo was freaking out.
She tried to get to the doll first, but it was no use.
The blonde Jennifer walked right in front of them, following the path of her friends, and managed to step right on the center of the doll, nearly stumbling from the unexpected obstruction.
"Watch where you put your toys," the prissy girl said disdainfully, before regaining her footing and following after her two best friends of the same name.
Camille and Jo looked at each other, wide eyed.
"Get the doll! Get the doll!" Jo squeaked, leaning forward along with her friend.
"It seems fine," Camille laughed nervously, brushing off the doll. "And, you know, positive energy!"
Jo laughed nervously too. "I'm sure it meant nothing. I mean, it's not real….Right?"
"Right…" Camille swallowed dryly. She started putting the doll into her bag.
Jo reached out and grabbed her hand before she could do it. "Let's just… remove the picture…you know, before you put the doll in there… with all the pins…"
Camille quickly removed the picture and the pin holding it in place. "There! No more Logan doll!"
They breathed sighs of relief, gathered the rest of Camille's props, and went to get ready to go to the pool.
As they walked off, the teen NCIS detectives walked right by them, ready for their covert mission.
"I just know there's a body down there!" Tony, the blonde leader, said firmly to his troops.
Tony, McPhee (aka Gaby), Tom, Carlos, Lee, and Katie were scurrying as quickly as possible to the well.
"Well, we're about to find out!" McPhee said almost cheerfully.
The teens all made it to their destination and began putting their Mission Impossible-like equipment on to prepare for their descent into the well.
"Hey, where's my cool Tom Cruise gear?" Carlos asked, realizing there was something missing.
"Oh, we've got this one," Tony said arrogantly. "This job isn't for amateurs."
Carlos frowned in confusion and looked at Katie.
"Like, a beginner on a video game," Katie supplied while helping Tony with his pack—who knows why they even needed packs—before going on to quickly help McPhee and Tom.
"Oh." Carlos said, pouting a little. He looked at Lee who was standing with his arms crossed in front of him, the giant sunglasses on his face obstructing any facial reactions. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Lee glanced at him, arms still crossed, and waggled his head, mockingly mouthing Carlos' words back.
Carlos frowned and crossed his own arms. He watched Katie finish helping the NCIS teens. She was fiddling with their packs. Did it look like she was taking something out of them?
"Katie, what are you—" Carlos started to ask.
"And you're ready to go!" Katie said loudly, drowning out Carlos and patting Tom on the back. The skinny dark hair guy climbed over the side of the well, going down the rope ladder first.
Carlos squinted, and tried again, "Katie—"
Katie shot him a warning look. He closed his mouth abruptly.
"You're next," she urged McPhee to hurry up and climb over next. The girl clambered over and began her descent.
Next she helped Tony over the side, adjusting the flashlight attached to his hat for him before he continued down the ladder.
Tom and McPhee waited for Tony to finish his climb down the rope ladder knowing the leader would want to be the one to unravel this particular mystery.
As soon as Katie saw Tony touch down, she waved her arm frantically toward Lee. "Lee, come here, I need your help!"
"I'll help!" Carlos said joyfully, bouncing up and down, dropping his arms at his sides.
"No," she said, sending him a warning look again. "Lee?" Katie looked at him expectantly.
Carlos crossed his arms and pouted again.
The crazy haired one adjusted his rocker sunglasses and made a sound like a battle cry, jumping toward Katie, ready to do his part.
"Something's wrong with the rope, can you look? I'm too short to bend over far enough to see," Katie explained quickly.
"It's time for the big reveal!" Tony hollered up the shaft so everyone knew what was going on.
Lee shrugged and leaned over. He stood back up and shrugged again, clearly not seeing what she was talking about.
Groans could be heard from the bottom of the well.
"It's a dummy!" Tom reported, disappointed.
"Forget it, guys," Tony yelled up, annoyed.
"False alarm, it's not a body," McPhee shouted, her voice just a little wobbly from relief. The thought of being near a real dead body must've freaked her out.
"Just a minute!" Katie shouted down the hole. "Lee, see?" She pointed, "I don't want the rope to break!"
Lee bent over even more, "Don't see any—"
"Oops!" Katie called out when she reached out and accidentally pushed into Lee causing him to lose his balance and fall down into the well.
She quickly unhooked the rope to let it fall with him.
"YYOOOOWWWWW!" Lee shouted on his way down. He landed with a squeak on top of the dummy.
"I'm so sorry!" Katie shouted.
Lee just groaned.
"You knocked down the ladder," Tony said to Lee, pointing at the rope in a heap at his feet. "Now how are we supposed to get out?"
Carlos walked up next to Katie, arms still crossed, looking down, and whispered, "You did that on purpose."
"Not now, Carlos," Katie whispered out the side of her mouth.
"I'll go try to find another one," Katie called down. "Just sit tight! It shouldn't be more than a couple of hours!"
"Okay…wait, what?" Tony yelled up.
"Let's go!" Katie grabbed Carlos' arm and dragged him away from the opening so the guys didn't think they were still listening.
"Hours! That's not right, I'll just call…."
They could hear Tony's voice growing muffled.
"What's going on?" Carlos whispered even though no one could really hear him.
"Where's my cell! It was in my pack!" Tony yelled out.
Katie grabbed her own bag that she had tossed to the side. She slipped four cell phones into the backpack. "You know how Tony and the others like to find mysteries to solve even when no crime has taken place?"
"Yeah?" Carlos asked.
"Bitters didn't want them bothering the hotel convention people, so he paid me to keep them busy."
"So… there's no missing kids?" Carlos asked, surprised.
"You mean Mia Makapancake, Justin Tyme, or Eileen Dover?" Katie asked, smirking.
Carlos raised his eyebrows, "Oh."
"Right."
"I don't think I want to learn how to brood anymore," he said with a look of distaste.
"You were born to be happy anyway," she said, shaking her head.
"How long are they staying down there?" he asked.
"Just 'til all the convention people leave," Katie shrugged as she finished zipping up her backpack, stood up, tossed it on her back and grabbed Carlos' arm. "Let's go!"
"But… what about—" he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder.
"Oh, they'll be fine," Katie waved it off. "Bitters will toss another rope down when the coast is clear."
"Wait a minute," Carlos' eyes widened. "If they gave me gear you woulda let me go down there, and leave me there too, wouldn't you?"
"Did I tell you Bitters bought a bunch of brand new pool toys to impress the hotel convention people?" She asked, trying to distract him.
"Really?"
It worked.
"This can't end well," Camille said, shaking her head.
She and Jo had just arrived at the pool. With Bitters winding down, all the kids were finally relaxing and having fun, especially all the guys from Big Time Rush.
"At least we know Kendall isn't upset with Logan," Jo said pointedly to Camille.
"Right…" Camille trailed off, staring at her ex-boyfriend wistfully.
"But, you're right. This doesn't look like it will end well…" Jo trailed off as they both stared at the boys in the pool.
"You're going down!" Carlos hollered at Logan, trying to wack him with the soaked blue pool noodle, attempting to unseat him from Kendall's shoulders.
"Kendall, get me closer!" Logan yelled, swinging his own drenched green pool noodle in an upward arc toward the Latino perched on James' shoulders.
"I'm tr-" Kendall spit out water when a small wave hit him in the face, "trying."
"Onward trusty steed!" Carlos said, tapping James on the head with his hand.
"I'm not a horse!" James said, inching only slightly forward, frowning. He didn't appear to be enjoying himself that much.
"More!" Carlos yelled, stretching his arms forward in a mighty swing, leaning forward slightly and almost falling over James' head before managing to put his hand back down and press it right on the top of the soaked mop of perfect hair.
James squeaked, "Hey!"
"Kendall, now!" Logan yelped.
The blonde rushed forward quickly allowing Logan to get a good thwack on Carlos' head since he was off balance and unprepared.
"Whoa!" Carlos slipped to the side.
"Crap-p-p-bla," James warbled when the giant wave from Kendall's movements splashed over his head. He gave up and sank down under the water, effectively dislodging Carlos from his shoulders and freeing himself.
Carlos flopped in the water and quickly resurfaced, "Not fair!"
He tried to fling the freshly soaked pool noodle at Logan but he was too far away and too low in the water to even come close to making contact—but not far enough away that the tail end of the noodle didn't smack right in front of Kendall's face in the water.
The blonde flinched and jerked his head back without thinking about it.
Logan groaned and fell backwards in the water, the pain obviously making it impossible for him to remain seated on Kendall's shoulders.
Carlos dropped the noodle and made an 'OUCH' face.
Any male in the immediate vicinity cringed, while the females, including the Jennifers and Katie, covered their mouths with a shocked gasp.
Camille and Jo looked at each other with guilty expressions, that morning's events replaying in their minds.
Kendall turned around, not understanding what happened or why Logan had fallen off. Then he realized what he'd done.
"I am so sorry!" He rushed toward his best friend to help when he realized Logan was having problems resurfacing,
"I got him!" James called, pushing Kendall out of the way and pulling Logan up. "Are you okay?"
Logan sputtered, taking deep gasping breaths and trying his best not to grab for his injured area in front of the entire Palm Woods. "Get me out of here," he managed to mutter through the pain, leaning on James as his only lifeline at the moment.
"Let me help you—" Kendall started.
"No!" James practically barked at him, swimming Logan over to the water's edge.
Kendall raised an eyebrow, "Oh…. Kay?"
Carlos had already scrambled out of the pool, so he helped James lift Logan out of the water.
Logan leaned on Carlos, dripping wet and breathing hard through the pain.
"Logan!" Jo said, rushing to the other side of the pool with Camille and Katie hot on her heels. "Are you okay?"
Kendall climbed out of the pool, joining the group, staring at Logan, clearly feeling terrible about what happened.
"Logan, just breathe," Camille said, panicking, "Don't let go of him, he's gonna be dizzy! And a headache, and, Kendall, how hard did you hit him?"
The blonde in question opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off again.
"What if he throws up? Oh my God, um, um," she shook her hands, trying to think. "I saw this happen to a guy doing this stunt one time before and he—"
"2J," Logan finally managed to gasp to James, not even able to pay attention to the girls anymore. James leaned forward and tossed his friend over his shoulder at his waist. "J-J-James," Logan croaked, moaning at being carried.
"…got ice." Camille finished, still a bit frantic.
"Let me help, James," Kendall said, starting to reach out. "You can't seriously carry him all the way—"
James glared at him. "You did that on purpose."
Jo gasped while Katie snapped her head to look at James, raising an eyebrow. Camille was too busy fawning over Logan to pay any attention to the words being exchanged.
"What?" Kendall said, completely baffled. "Huh?"
"You're still mad at him, aren't you?" James huffed. "I can't believe you'd do this."
"Are you kidding me? You were underwater! You didn't even see!" Kendall squeaked out, clearly shocked. I would never—"
"Save it for later, guys," Carlos interrupted. "He needs ice, man," he said pointedly to James.
"I agree, let's go," Katie said, grabbing hold of Kendall's arm, silently telling him to 'chill out for now'.
James nodded and quickly left with the guys and girls following closely behind.
"I did not do it on purpose! Logan, tell him we made up last night!" Kendall rolled his eyes at James.
Logan just grunted from his spot on the couch with a giant bag of ice in his lap.
Camille was awkwardly trying to help him get more comfortable, but having a problem doing that due to the position of Logan's injury. "Can you get him a pillow?" she asked Katie when she couldn't think of anything else to do to help.
Katie nodded and ran to get one.
"No," James argued at Kendall. "You only made him think you forgave him then WHAM! I saw it in a movie." James blinked and nodded emphatically like just because it happened in a movie it was possible for it to happen in real life.
"Don't be ridiculous. I didn't mean to do it. Carlos tried to hit me in the face!" Kendall exclaimed.
Carlos sputtered, "Well… well... if James had gotten me closer I wouldn't have fallen! So it's your fault!" He pointed at James.
"Carlos, I'm not blaming you—" Kendall made calming hand motions.
"How can that possibly make it my fault?" James said cautiously.
"See?" Carlos pointed at James again when he didn't deny it and looked at everyone. "He didn't get me closer on purpose!"
James stammered, not sure how he should answer that.
"Why would I do that?" James asked defensively, a little nervous. "And how did this become about me? Logan's the one that's hurt."
"Guys," Logan finally said softly. "Stop."
"He probably didn't want you guys to win," Kendall said as an aside to Carlos, none of the guys hearing Logan.
"That's preposterous!' James exclaimed.
"He doesn't think Logan trusts him," Kendall continued. "So he keeps kissing his butt."
"Kendall!" James cried out, flushing.
"What?" Logan said, a little louder, catching everyone's attention this time. He shifted, trying to sit up better. "James? Is that true?"
"You shouldn't move yet," Camille instructed.
"It hurts, okay? But he didn't hit that hard," Logan explained, though it was obvious that he was just telling them what they wanted to hear so he could continue to question James.
"And you're not throwing up…" Camille mused, "I guess you didn't hurt him that bad, Kendall."
Logan shook his head. "James, what are they talking about? Is this why you did the coffee, the games…went to a library?"
James just shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
"Oh jeez, would you babies just stop!" Katie said, returning to the room and throwing the pillow at Logan.
Camille caught it before it could hit Logan in his face. "Hey!"
"Logan!" Katie barked the word to get his attention. When he swung his head to look at her, she continued, "Do you trust James!"
"Yes!" Logan insisted quickly.
"Really?" James said, looking relieved.
"Yes," Logan confirmed.
"Logan! Do you think Kendall hurt you on purpose?" Katie asked, firing the questions at him now.
"No!" he answered, glancing pointedly at James.
"Are you feeling better?" she asked, barely giving him time to finish speaking.
"Yes," he said, shifting slightly and grimacing.
"Do you need more ice?" The questions just kept coming.
"No," he shook his head, but shifted again, clearly paying more attention to his injury than the questions now.
"Do you still wanna date Camille?"
"Yes."
Logan froze and looked up, realizing what he just said.
"Camille!" Katie directed her attention on her, "Do you still wanna go out with Logan?"
Camille, whose mouth had dropped open at Logan's answer, recovered and smiled at Logan, "Yes."
Logan's face had shown his nervousness at accidentally revealing his feelings, but now the nerves dropped away and he forgot about the pain he was feeling as he smiled at the girl he really did like but felt too awkward to express his feelings toward.
Camille sat down next to him on the couch, reaching out to hold his hand hesitantly. They continued to smile at each other, lost in their own little bubble.
"Good." Katie nodded then turned to the other couple in the room. "Jo!"
Jo had been hanging on the outskirts of the group, hovering in case she was needed, but staying out of the way otherwise. "Yes?"
"Do you trust your boyfriend?" the eleven-year-old asked.
"Y-yes…?" Jo answered, incredulous at the question. "Of course—"
"Kendall!" Katie interrupted. "Do you trust your girlfriend?"
"Uh, yeah," Kendall said, almost insulted by the question.
"Then both of you—act like it," the younger girl instructed.
Jo and Kendall both sputtered, "Wha—We Do!"
"No, you don't," Katie explained. "You argue a lot."
The two started to deny that.
"You act jealous all the time."
The two looked at each other sheepishly; they couldn't deny that one.
"You either trust each other or you don't," she said simply, shrugging.
Kendall and Jo looked at each other thoughtfully.
"Wanna talk?" they asked at the same time.
They smiled and took each other's hands, going to sit at the dining room table to talk things out.
Carlos and James looked at one another, then at Katie.
"What just happened?" Carlos asked.
Katie rolled her eyes. "Logan and Camille are back together, and Jo and Kendall are going to stop acting like jealous idiots. I just fixed everything."
"She's good," James said respectfully, glancing at his dark haired best friend.
"So…what now?" Carlos questioned.
"You shave?" James answered.
Carlos gasped and grabbed his cheeks, "No!"
James suddenly had a battery operated razor in his hand, he flicked the on switch.
"Come on!" he went for Carlos' face.
"Never!" Carlos cried out and went running.
"Be baby faced with me!" James yelled, sprinting after his fast friend, the couples sitting just glanced at them before going back to their discussions.
"Forgot to put an end to that stupid contest," Katie mumbled to herself. "Everyone knows Logan's gonna win anyway."
"BNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," the loud annoying air horn sound blared.
"Cut!" the director yelled.
Logan and Jo jumped apart.
Logan looked confused but Jo turned and glared at Kendall behind the cameras.
"Kendall! We talked about this!"
"It wasn't me!" Kendall denied, waving his hands. "It was her!"
Camille stood with her hands behind her back, eyes wide. "What are you talking about?"
"Camille!" Jo moaned.
"Told you not to do it," Kendall said out the side of his mouth to Camille, still holding his hands up like he was going to be put under arrest.
Camille laughed hesitantly, inching away, "Do what?"
"Kendall, take it away from her so we can finish the scene," Jo put her hands on her hips.
"Or, your friends could just leave my studio!" The director said, glaring at all the teenagers for the disturbance. "I only agreed to this because you said it wouldn't be a repeat."
Jo waved a hand toward the director and glared at Camille, "See? Do you want to leave?"
"No," Camille frowned and reluctantly gave the can of air to Kendall.
"Camille," Logan called out, grinning at her.
"Yeah?" she said, her frown becoming a slow crooked smile when he worked his charm on her.
"I got the script for the last episode today," Logan made sure to enunciate 'last' and wink to remind her what was supposed to happen in that particular episode. "Wanna run lines later?"
Camille blushed and nodded.
"When I'm done here, k?" he said, bribing her so she knew if she wanted him to leave earlier, she needed to stop messing up the shots.
She nodded again.
Kendall looked at Logan, impressed, "Masterful."
Logan shrugged, "I do what I do."
Finished.
Special thanks to squoctobird, just jay., and waterwicca.
Thank you VERY much to everyone who alerted, favorited, and reviewed Big Time Guest Star. It's been a long journey to the end! I never expected my father to get as sick as he did. He's doing much better to anyone wondering. :)
Anyway, the story is finally done! I hope you all enjoyed it! I look forward to writing—and finishing!—more Big Time Rush stories very soon!
Also, remember to note that this story takes place after the events of Big Time Songwriters, which means Big Time Girl Group (with the bathroom scene) and Big Time Secrets (the Bro-Code) hadn't taken place yet. Also, those chapters were both posted before those episodes aired, so what I wrote I actually came up with on my own, LOL. Just wanted to point that out for any continuity problems or canon issues you might have with the story. I tried to remain as true as possible to the show for this!
Take care, and ELEVATE! :)
Sincerely Yours,
- Sharon