See, I told you I'd update by today. So I hope you enjoy my new chapter! =)

For the First Time

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush.

So, Logan drove to Camille's house in silence. He didn't even bother turning on the radio. All he could think about was Camille, the girl who changed his life, and his best friends, who currently hated him. He arrived at Camille's door and hesitantly knocked on the door.

"Hey Logan," she greeted.

"Hey Camille. How are you?" he asked.

Camille could tell that he seemed kind of zoned out though, "Not bad. What did you come to say?" she inquired.

"Oh... uh... I-I came to say that... I don't think this is going to work out... It's just - this whole thing, it's... ruining my friendship with the guys."

"I... get it. They've known you way longer than I have..." she replied.

"I'm really sorry," he genuinely told her.

"No, really... don't worry about it."

"Thanks. You're the best," he pulled the girl into an embrace.

She forced a smile as she stepped back inside, "Bye Logan," she whispered as she closed the door and fell slowly to the floor, throwing her hands to her face and sobbing.

Logan stood outside the door, thinking. Eventually, he made his way to his car and started to drive. He had to get away from the Palm Woods for a day though. So he decided to drive to the Santa Monica Beach. It was where he always went when he wanted to escape the craziness of Hollywood life. He got out of his car and immediately felt the cool, moist sensation that you could always count on at the beach. He walked along the shore, enjoying every moment possible. After getting tired of walking for so long, he finally sat down and watched the sunset. It didn't seem like very many people actually appreciated the sunset, but he did. It was beautiful. How could anyone not like it? He continued to sit by himself for a couple more hours, now in the dark, before he decided to head back home.

When he arrived the the Palm Woods, he was so exhausted, mentally and physically. He couldn't face his friends right now. They were all mad at him. So he settled for the couch. He softly laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes.

A couple hours later, he awoke to Mr. Bitters looking at him with an expression of anger, mixed with confusion.

"Can I help you?" Logan asked sleepily.

"No one is allowed in the lobby after nine."

"Please. Let me stay. Just this one night..." Logan begged.

"Alright fine," he replied, "Just be awake before visiting hours. I don't want anyone thinking there are hobos at the Palm Woods."

"If I wasn't so tired, I'd be offended," Logan mumbled, before falling asleep immediately after.

The next morning, Logan was woken again, but this time, his friends were peering down at him.

"Is he dead?" Carlos asked.

"No stupid, he's obviously breathing," James replied.

Logan slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright room.

"Logan?" Kendall asked.

"Why are you sleeping in the lobby?" James added.

Logan sat up and yawned, "You guys are mad at me."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to sleep down here. I mean-" Carlos started to say.

"I broke up with Camille yesterday."

"Why?" Kendall exclaimed. Didn't Logan really like her?

"It was affecting us in a negative way. I wasn't about to let a girl get in the way of our friendship."

"No, Logan! No! No! No!" James exclaimed.

"What's wrong? I thought you guys would be happy," Logan replied.

"Logan," Kendall stated, "Our friendship is practically invincible," the other guys nodded in agreement, "We've known you since kindergarten! We would have gotten through this easily. Now Camille... she may be the one. You can't let her go just because we got into one little argument."

"You guys come first though," Logan said quietly.

"Well Logan, that's very loyal of you, but you don't have to choose between your friends and your girlfriend. You can have both," Kendall summarized the conversation.

"Thanks guys. Does this mean you're not mad anymore?"

The three boys were all thinking the same thing. They all got up and shared a group hug with Logan.

"So, that's a yes?"

"Of course Logan," James nodded, "We know you didn't mean it. Now don't let her get away."

The following Monday, Logan was back to his regular schedule. He walked back into the same little coffee shop and started to wipe off the tables. A couple hours passed, and people were coming and going. The whole time, he kept his eyes out for her. But she never came...

Well, what can I say? Another cliff hanger! Should be updating pretty soon though. Thanks again for the reviews! Up to 22! That's really good for one of my stories! =)