"What's up with you?" Logan asked Carlos as they walked back to the Palmwoods after an afternoon rehearsal with Cody Simpson. "You've been fidgety all day, no, all week, no, for the past few weeks, no since Alexa left." He rubbed his chest which was beginning to feel a little itchy.

"I, uh…"

"Is it because Alexa left?"

Carlos opened his mouth when James squealed excitedly.

"Lucy?" Carlos asked.

"No," James said shaking his head and turning his attention back to whoever was on the other end of his phone.

"What is up with you?" Kendall asked hanging back to walk with Logan and Carlos, leaving James to lead the group home.

"Nothing!" Carlos exclaimed. "Nothing's wrong with me. Just, uh, worried, I mean, Alexa's in Europe, you know…"

"I found out Jo's dad's working with her."

Carlos's eyes lit up.

"Well, I mean, I don't really know for sure if he is but," he lowered his voice, "he's working for the CIA as a spy, you tell anyone and I'll kill you," he raised his voice back to normal level, "in Europe."

"OK?"

Kendall shrugged. "Just thought you'd want to know. We can't contact them, but I dunno, thought it might make you feel better knowing she's not alone."

"Alexa and I got married," Carlos blurted out.

The group of four stopped in their tracks. James hung up his phone.

"What?" Kendall, Logan, and James asked.

Carlos sighed. "It all began the day of our MVA dress rehearsal…" He spilled the entire story, what he could remember, starting with going out to drown his sorrows in fried, greasy food to the decision to have a small wedding after Alexa returned home.

.O.

"Wow," Camille said after Logan told her the story. The two sat on her bed after a dinner of spaghetti with her father of which Logan hadn't had much of an appetite to eat. "So, when she gets back they'll have a small wedding in a church with just their family and you guys?"

"And you girls."

"And her parents aren't supposed to know she's already married?"

"That's what Carlos said. His family doesn't know either. He wasn't even going to tell us. It just came out."

"So, that's why he's been acting all weird."

"This is Carlos. He's the worst secret keeper in the world, especially when it comes to his own secrets." Logan looked at his feet dangling off the bed. "Can you believe it?"

"That Carlos and Alexa eloped?"

"Well, yeah, but no, but…they're married, Kendall's engaged, and James is having a baby."

"And you think they're all growing up and leaving you behind?" Camille patted his hand.

"I just…" Logan sighed. "I don't know. I feel…I mean….I'm the last to do anything. I was the last one to get a girlfriend."

"I thought Alexa was Carlos's first?" Camille asked confused.

"OK, he was the last one to get a girlfriend. And now he's…"

"Logan," Camille rubbed his hand, "they're not leaving you behind. Everyone moves at their own pace."

"And our pace is that of a snail. No, I think snails move faster."

"Do you want to get married? Do you want to have a baby? Do you want to do this stuff just because your friends are?"

"Well, no, I mean, I'm not ready, but…"

"You don't want to get left behind." Camille pushed him down onto her pillow. "Well, don't worry. I won't let you," she began kissing him passionately, "get behind." After a fevering amount of kisses she pulled off his black sweater vest and began unbuttoning his shirt. "What's that?" She stopped kissing him and pointed to a red spot on his chest. "And that?" She found another one his stomach. "They look like…have you…Logan, have you ever had the chicken pox?"

"Everyone's had the chicken pox." He leaned up to kiss Camille but she backed away.

"No, most kids get the shot now. Did you get the shot?"

"I had to. I got all my immunizations on schedule like I'm supposed to."

"Look, there's a third one." Camille pointed to another one near Logan's rib cage. "I really think you have the chicken pox. How do you feel?"

"I dunno, kind of tired, but that's just because it's late and we worked hard at the studio today."

"It's not that late."

"It's not the chicken pox. Probably body acne or something."

"Do you usually get acne on your chest?"

"No. I've got pretty clear skin actually. Byproduct of being a friend of James. He spots one zit on you and he'll come at you with his massive load of skin care products."

"I'll take you to Doc Hollywood tomorrow to get an official diagnosis but it appears you have the chicken pox. Let's go back to your crib so I can put you to bed."

"But, Mom, I don't wanna go to bed."

"Don't argue with me, mister. You are sick and I'm here to take care of you."

Camille pulled Logan to his feet and rebuttoned his shirt. She stuffed his vest into his hand after pulling it away from his chest as he had begun to scratch.

"I know. I scratch and I scar. But, it itches."

"Chicken pox. I bet you've got some lotion or ointment or something in your apartment."

"Yeah…"

"Dad, I'm taking Logan back to 2J." Camille pulled her boyfriend from her bedroom to the front door.

"OK," her father replied not looking away from the television which was on Rickshaw Cops.

"What's wrong with him?"Carlos asked, carrying a box out from his bedroom.

"Chicken pox," Logan grunted. He was in the process of changing into pajamas in his room while Camille sat on his bed.

"I had the shot. Didn't you?" Carlos creased his brow. "I thought you were all health conscious and up-to-date on that stuff."

Logan shrugged. "Guess I'm one of the lucky 10% who still get them anyway." Logan pulled a shirt over his head letting one hand linger too long on his itchy chest. "What's in that box?"

"Stuff," Carlos replied. "Just taking it over to Alexa's."

"Your wife…" Logan joked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, hey, yeah, congratulations," Camille said scooting over so Logan could lie down under his covers.

"Thanks."

"Are you moving in with her?" Logan asked.

"Well, she is my wife."

"Yeah."

"Yeah. But, since she's away I don't have to do it all at once."

"Kendall's going to move in with Jo," Logan realized. "And James'll probably move in with Lucy…" A tear formed in his eye. He quickly stuffed his face into his pillow so no one would see.

"They're not leaving you," Camille reassured.

"I know," he said into the pillow.

"Carlos said you're sick." Mrs. Knight stuck her head into the room.

Logan raised his head from his pillow to respond, "Chicken pox."

"I'm taking him to the doctor in the morning," Camille said.

"If you need anything let me know. Medicine? Thermometer?"

"Thermometer," Camille said.

"Calamine lotion?" Logan asked.

"Not sure we have any. I'll get Kendall to pick you up some while he's out. And I'll get the thermometer.""

"Thanks." Logan laid his head back down.

Mrs. Knight returned a minute later with the ear thermometer, which Camille stuck in Logan's ear.

"100.8. Hey," Camille scooted down and kissed Logan's cheek after placing the thermometer on his desk. "Why don't you try to get some rest? Would you like a glass of water or juice or something? Cold compress for your mild fever? Fever reducer?"

"I'm okay."

"All right, well, you just sleep."

Logan nodded his head and closed his eyes, his last image of Camille's brown eyes inches away from his own, watching him.

Rusher-Driver: You could buy the episodes at Amazon or something. I'm sorry you can't see them in English. Thank you for your review.

Watched the second season Friends episode, The One With the Chicken Pox, the other day and that's where I got the idea for Logan to get the pox. I'm apparently from the last generation to understand the rite of passage that is getting the chicken pox. You get the chicken pox as a kid and never have to worry about them again. Now, you go get a shot and never have to worry about them again.