"October!" Kendall cried.
"You're the one who wants to marry her," Logan said.
"I know, but, I got comfortable with the idea of waiting. I thought that's what she wanted."
"You're not freaking out? You're not getting cold feet? Oh, hey!" Logan had been rifling through the mail and came across an envelope address to him from UCLA. "Oh, hey, school starts next month and they want me to register for orientation. I need to get on that."
"You know what Carlos told me the other day?" Kendall sat up straighter in the chair he'd been sitting in with his leg propped up on another chair. "His brother, Cris, is also attending UCLA this year."
"Cris graduated from high school already?"
"Yep. Don't you remember Carlos attending his graduation?"
"No."
"Well, he did. Cris's dating Dara and apparently applied to UCLA so he could be closer to her."
"So, they're serious?"
"I dunno."
"He's not going to want to move in here?"
"I don't think so."
"Who?" Camille asked entering the apartment and walking over to Logan who showed her the papers he received in the mail.
"Cris," Kendall replied.
"Carlos's brother?"
"Yeah, he's going to UCLA, too," Kendall said.
"Really?"
"What do you think about orientation two weeks from now? It's an overnight ordeal," Logan said.
"Only if I can join you…" she wrapped her arms around Logan and squeezed his chest pretending to bite his ear.
"Hey, Hey, I can't exactly leave the room quickly," Kendall pointed out his casted foot.
"Sorry," Logan and Camille blushed as she quickly unwrapped herself from around her boyfriend.
"This is becoming so real," Logan admitted. "One step closer."
"You'll be an amazing doctor," Camille said.
"Ready for your music lesson?" Logan changed the subject. He grabbed a bag he placed on the counter and with the other hand grabbed Camille's.
"I really don't need to be on the EP, Logan. We don't have to do—"
"It'll be fun! Come on."
"Fine, fine."
.O.
"In my bag of tricks," Logan said once they sprawled out beneath a tree in the Palm Woods Park, "I've got a recorder," he pulled out the plastic flute, "a harmonica, bongos, and a triangle." He removed each instrument as he spoke about it.
"What about a piano or a guitar?" Camille asked.
"I couldn't get them into the bag." He picked up the recorder. "Usually, you learn this in elementary school, so hopefully you'll have retained some knowledge."
"I don't understand," Camille said.
"This is an instrument," Logan said slowly.
"I got that, dipwad." Camille playfully hit Logan on the shoulder. "I don't understand why I have such a difficult time with music. Acting comes so naturally to me you'd think music would, too."
"Yeah," Logan said dismissively, "back to the recorder. You just place it in your mouth like this, put your fingers here, and blow." Out came a happy Hot Cross Buns tune. "OK, now you try."
"I don't…what notes…?" Camille questioned as Logan handed her the plastic flute. Trying to follow Logan's instructions she did what she thought he did and out came…
"Agh!" someone screamed at the sudden blast coming from the recorder.
"Not so hard," Logan instructed.
Camille tried blowing softer but the sound still came in an incorrigible blast.
"Let's move on to the harmonica. Well, actually, I don't know how to play this, so I don't know why I brought it along." Logan tossed it to the side. "Bongos."
"You just hit them, right?"
"Yes." Logan looked at her warily. Nothing could go wrong here. They were just bongo drums.
"Like this?" Camille timidly tapped the drums with her fingers after Logan placed them in her the holds of her legs.
"Yes, just like that, maybe a little louder."
Camille hit the bongos harder in some sort of unmitigated rhythm. She smiled broadly. She wasn't producing beautiful music. She was making noise. But, she was having fun. And then—
"Oops." Her hand went through the leather top of the bongo.
"OK." Logan tossed the bongos aside. "That's not for you, either."
"That just leaves," Camille picked up the cold metal, "the triangle."