"It came!" Logan exclaimed waving a fat manila envelope in front of Camille. The two had just entered apartment 2J and the mail was just lying on the counter.

"What came?" Camille eyed the envelope curiously.

"My acceptance letter to UCLA!" Logan revealed the white piece of paper with the UCLA letterhead. "Dear Mr. Mitchell, we are proud to inform you that you have been accepted into the UCLA pre-med program for the Fall 2014 semester." He looked at Camille. "I'm in! I'm in!" He grabbed her in a hug and started bouncing around.

"You're in? I didn't even know you applied."

"I didn't want anyone to know in case I didn't get in." Logan had stopped bouncing and was back to reading the paper. "Good news. My two classes at Aspen State will transfer."

"Why didn't you tell me?'

"Tell you what?"

"That you applied."

"I told you I didn't want anyone to know in case I didn't get in."

"But, I'm your girlfriend."

"And you're the one I didn't want to disappoint the most."

"But you didn't tell me." Camille backed away.

"Cam!"

"Do you not—I—are you leaving me?"

"What? No! UCLA is here in Los Angeles. You knew that, right?"

"Yes." Camille looked down at the floor. "It's just, you're going in a different direction. Are you quitting Big Time Rush?"

Logan thought back to the questions he asked himself back in Colorado.

"No."

"Well, then, what do you want?"

"I don't want this opportunity to pass me by. I don't want to look back and wish I'd gone to school when I didn't. This has been my dream for as long as I can remember and if I just let it go I don't know what to think. I can't." Logan sat down on the stool still holding his acceptance letter. "I don't want to regret it."

"And you think you can do both? Go to school and be in BTR?" Camille sat down next to him, turning him to look directly at her.

"I don't know. I'm willing to try."

"OK." Camille ran hand over his cheek. "I'll support you in whatever you do."

"Even if I wanted to murder someone?"

"Is there someone you want to kill?" She looked at him slyly.

"No, but if there was would you support me still?"

"Yes, even then."

"There's so much I have to do." Logan pulled the rest of the papers, pamphlets, and one book out of the envelope. "Housing…"

"You're not moving into the dorms, are you?"

"Got a pretty nice place here with a pretty nice girl. Why would I want to give that up? Just one of the forms they sent me." He grabbed the book and started perusing through it. "Classes!"

Camille giggled.

"Look at all these I can take: Organic Chemistry, Life Science, Molecular Biology of Cellular Processes & Experimental Applications of Theory…"

"What?"

"Biology of the cell," Logan continued. He continued flipping pages. "This is fascinating."

"Well, Mr. Fascinating, let's go to the pool."

"OK." With his nose still in the book, Logan followed Camille out of the apartment.

.O.

"UCLA…classes…fall…2014," Kendall read out loud as Logan sat down in the pool chair next to him. "What's that?"

"What's what?" Logan responded.

Kendall tapped the book. "This."

"Oh." Logan moved the book below his eyes so he could look at Kendall. "College courses at UCLA for the fall semester."

"And why would you be looking at…oh. You applied to UCLA, didn't you?"

"Yep and I got in." Logan went back to looking at the book.

"Full-time?"

Logan nodded.

Kendall shook his head.

Camille rolled her eyes.

"I'm not giving up on the band if that's what you're thinking."

"I didn't say anything," Kendall retorted. "I'm actually proud of you."

"Really?" Logan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, really. I know becoming a doctor is your dream. The band can't go on forever and you need to do what you need to do."

Logan's eyebrows rose further. This was quite the change from the way Kendall acted in Aspen when James made the decision to quit the band.

"Are you saying you're okay if we wanted to take a break?" Logan asked hesitantly. Camille gasped.

"I—I've had time to think about it. I don't want a break—a real one. I love performing with you guys. But, I'm not going to stand in the way of you pursuing your dreams."

"Thanks. That means a lot. I'm not asking you to give up Big Time Rush so I can go to school."

"We'll make room for your dream."

"OK, where's the real Kendall Knight? The one who wouldn't talk to James for days because he said he was thinking of quitting the band?"

"You said you're not quitting the band and this is for your dream not because you have some silly notion that this is what you're supposed to do."

Logan went back to reading the catalog not believing what Kendall said.

.O.

That night Logan lay in bed still looking over the catalog. He was in awe of all the classes he could take.

"Why didn't I think of this sooner?" He asked out loud when Kendall entered the room ready for bed.

'I dunno."

"All these classes!"

"You are so weird." Kendall crawled under his covers and turned his back to Logan.

"I'm not weird!" Logan replied offended.

"You're the only person I know who wants to go to school."

"I don't want to go to school. I want to become a doctor. But, apparently, I need school if I want to pass the MCAT." Logan sighed. If he could just jump into being a doctor tomorrow he so would. Although, those classes at the university looked very exciting…

Logan does not want to murder anyone! That's not one of the surprises. I just wanted Camille to say she'd support him even then. And I know UCLA doesn't have a pre-med program (though I hear it's a good school to go to if you plan on going to med school), but let's just say they do for the sake of it.

Some chapters don't come as easily as others.

I want to know what gender you would like James and Lucy's baby to be. I already have one in mind, but maybe you can change it with a convincing enough argument? Probably not, but I'd like to see what you think.

When I was in college I always got excited looking at the course catalog. Oh my gosh, I can take this class and this class and ooh, that one, too. Of course, college classes are like any other classes so as much fun as they seem in the catalog it doesn't always pan out in the classroom.