"I've decided on pastels blue, pink, and purple. I'm thinking having the bridesmaids' dresses in pink and the groomsmen wear blue ties."
"Or blue suits," Camille suggested.
"They'll love that," Jo laughed.
Camille lay on the couch in her apartment still recovering from her concussion. It had been a few days and the swelling in her eye had gone down tremendously. Her vision had almost returned to normal. The only bad thing besides her head hurting was the occasional bouts of dizziness.
Jo sat on the floor beside her showing off notes from her wedding notebook. She flipped pages until she came to the pictures of the dresses.
"Since the wedding's in the summer the dresses will be above the knee. I want something that looks good on you and all my bridesmaids."
"I'm gonna be one of your bridesmaids?"
"Well, yeah, you're my best friend. You're my maid of honor."
"I am, yea!"
"Like you didn't know that," Jo muttered with a giggle.
"Who else?"
"Oh, definitely Katie and probably Alexa."
"Not Lucy?"
"Well, um, I mean…"
"She's not really his ex and you two are friendly."
"Yeah, but…" Jo shook her head.
"What about Kendall?"
"What about Kendall?"
"Who are his groomsmen gonna be? Has he picked a best man, yet? Oh man, that's gonna leave some hurt feelings."
"He hasn't mentioned it, but I think we can safely assume he's going with James, Carlos, and Logan."
"What about the rest of the wedding party?"
"There's no little kids in our families. We're not friends with any. Don't know."
"Carlos has two younger sisters," Camille pointed out.
"Yeah, but we're not really close to them and they're a little older than the normal age for ring bearers and flower girls."
"What about Logan's niece, Isabelle?"
"I feel weird having people in my wedding I don't really know. Those parts aren't absolutely necessary so we may just forego them. I don't know," Jo sighed. "This wedding planning thing is harder than I thought."
The apartment door opened and a cell phone hurtled through the air landing surprisingly close to Jo. She looked up from her notebook and found her fiancé standing angrily in the doorway.
"That thing has not stopped ringing all day, well, until now, but that's only because I turned it off!"
"What's wrong?"
"Word has spread among my family about our wedding and people I didn't even know I was related to are asking for invitations!" He sat down on the edge of the couch next to Camille. "Next one that calls I'm directing to you," he said to Jo.
"Thanks." She quickly closed her notebook lest Kendall get a look at anything the groom wasn't supposed to see, like wedding dresses.
"How's Logan?" Camille asked.
"Sleeping."
"I appreciate him wanting to take care of me, but he's getting over the chicken pox. I'll get better. I don't want him to get worse."
"It's Logan. Someone's sick or injured and his doctor senses kick in."
"Picked your best man, yet?"
"What?"
"Best man," Camille repeated. "Groom gets one man to be his best man."
"I know."
"He's got over a year to decide," Jo assured.
"Yeah, I've got over a year to decide. Do I really have to pick one?"
"Well, there's no law saying you have to have one."
"I'll just go with that."
"Which guy have you known the longest?" Jo asked.
"James."
"Then he's your man."
"I can't do that to Logan or Carlos. I can't play favorites!"
"You share a room with Logan, so pick him," Camille said.
"You just want Logan to be his best man because you're my maid of honor." Jo looked at Kendall. "You could draw straws, draw names out of a hat, guess a number between one and ten, have a competition?"
Kendall sighed. "How about we just elope? I think Carlos and Alexa had the right idea."
Jo playfully slapped Kendall on the leg.
"And deprive me of my chance to be maid of honor?" Camille smiled weakily.
"We do need a witness."
Again, Jo playfully slapped Kendall on the leg.
"OK, you'll get your wedding."
"They caught him!" Logan yelled standing in the already open door.
"Stop shouting." Camille grabbed her head.
"Sorry." Logan ran to Camille knocking Jo to the side and nearly pushing Kendall off the couch. "Isaac Jones is in police custody. Surveillance caught him assaulting you. Evidence is on tape."
"They've got evidence on tape?" Camille asked. "This is all happening kind of fast."
"Yeah, now you've got nothing to worry about."
Camille sighed. She hoped that was true. According to her very trustworthy boyfriend, Isaac was in police custody. But, what about his buddies? Maybe she shouldn't have accepted the role of Sidney Yost on Woodruff Place.
.O.
"All right, all right. As soon as I work my magic we'll have ourselves another song for the EP," Gustavo said pressing a button on the mixer to silence the music coming from the recording studio.
Logan was finally over the chicken pox, the only remnant being a small scar on his left shoulder. James had reluctantly returned from his two week turn on Lucy's tour.
"That's three down and five to go." Carlos bounced out of the room, grabbing red fruit water on the way out.
"We worked with Jo Taylor, Cody Simpson, and now Amy Heidemann," Gustavo ticked off his fingers. Kendall and James patted Amy on the shoulder when her name was mentioned. "We'll get Lucy as soon as she finishes her tour; Siva Kaneswaran's people still need to send me his schedule so we can work out dates; Carlos, when will we be able to work with Alexa?"
Logan's eyes widened as he shared a look with Camille who was sitting in on rehearsals. He silently prayed she hadn't heard, but judging by the look on her face she had.
While Logan and the rest of Big Time Rush returned to work, Camille had not. She was pretty much recovered from her concussion and the swelling in her eye was gone, but the producers were allowing her a month off to work out the whole ordeal. So she wouldn't sit around her apartment all day worrying about Isaac and the incident, Logan had invited her to the studio to watch them record. Unfortunately, there was one thing he hadn't thought about.
"I—I—" Logan stammered.
"Busted," Carlos whispered elbowing Logan in the ribs.
"What?" Gustavo asked.
"I'm guessing your girlfriend," Amy jutted her thumb toward Logan, "just found out that the other guys'," she jutted her thumb in Carlos, Kendall, and James's directions, "girlfriends are on the album and she's not."
"Wait! This isn't my fault," Logan exclaimed. "This is Gustavo's fault. He's the one who didn't want you on the album."
"It's okay."
"No, it's not. No, it's not. You deserve to be on that album."
"Logan, it's okay, I don't…"
"Stay here." Logan marched himself over to Gustavo who was heading for his office. "Camille is going to be on the EP."
"She can't sing."
.O.
"He's right," Camille said later that afternoon while lounging with her boyfriend by the pool. "I'm not a singer."
"But, wouldn't you like to be on the album?"
"I know my limitations."
"Well, I don't. I mean, you deserve to be there. Jo, Lucy, and Alexa are on it."
"Thank you for thinking of me, but no."
Logan smiled. He had an idea.
Debjohns: Thanks for your review. I hope you can see Logan growing in these chapters.
Rusher-driver: Camille didn't deserve to get beat up, but that's why jerks are jerks. Thank you for your review.
Amy Heidemann is from Karmin (remember she won Best Hair at the 2013 Tween Choice Awards) and Siva Kaneswaran is from The Wanted (yes, a competing boy band, but I allow it because it's just one and not all).
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