Title: And So It Goes
Author: SLynn
Rating: T
Pairings: Logan/Camille and Kendall/Jo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this? If so, these characters and settings are not mine. I'm only borrowing.

Summary: Katie has a plan, but it's Kelly that ends up needing one.

Notes: I'm so excited that I've just finished the ending (I was right, 20 chapters total!), and it's with my awesome beta Tripp3235 right now! Plus, I'm going to start drafting up my sequel tonight! Yay! Again, thank you all so much for reading this and for the excellent reviews! I've gone exclamation point happy! Enjoy!

Chapter 13

"I just don't see how you can take his side," Jo said with a sigh, as she and Kendall sat out by the pool, trying to be reasonable enough to get through this conversation.

She had pulled Kendall aside as soon as the guys had gotten back from the studio. Jo hated having argued with him earlier, and had hoped it had just been a misunderstanding. But, given his initial reaction, she saw that wasn't true.

"Because he's my friend," Kendall said instantly.

"Then you don't really agree with him?" she asked, looking if anything, relieved. Standing by your friends she could understand. Standing by what Logan did to Camille, she couldn't.

"I actually do."

"What?"

"Camille is really overreacting."

"Overreacting?" Jo repeated. "How is she supposed to react?"

"She can start by not blaming Logan for everything."

"She doesn't," Jo said, as quick to defend her friend as Kendall was to defend his. "Well, she didn't. But now she does, because it is his fault."

"It was her friends that wanted to go to that stupid party in the first place."

"Yes," Jo said with a reluctant nod, "but that doesn't excuse his behavior."

Kendall, having heard more of the story from Logan firsthand throughout the day, shook his head.

"She'd already apologized for that," Jo continued. "What else was she supposed to do?"

"If by apologize you mean blame Logan entirely, yeah, she did that."

"She never... Kendall," Jo said, really confused. "She's been crying practically nonstop."

"That would sound more convincing if she hadn't already gotten herself a new boyfriend."

"You mean Erik?" Jo said quickly. "That wasn't real."

"What do you mean?"

Jo pursed her lips and looked ashamed for her friend. "I told her it was a bad idea."

"What was a bad idea?"

"She was so mad at Logan that, well, she wanted to make him jealous. Since he didn't want to get back together with her, she thought..."

"Wait," Kendall said, holding up a hand and stopping her midsentence. "Who said that?"

"That's what Camille told me."

Kendall nodded and let it go. He wasn't going to argue about what Jo had been told, even if it wasn't true. She was only trying to explain.

"So, what about this guy?" he asked.

"It's like I said, she just wanted to make him jealous. You know, make him think about what he let go. She asked this guy Erik to act like they were together. It didn't mean anything..."

"But she kissed him."

"No," Jo said quickly. "She didn't. She wouldn't have. Camille still really likes Logan."

"Okay," Kendall said, shaking his head and growing more confused by the moment. "Forget this guy for a second. What made her think Logan didn't want to be her boyfriend anymore in the first place?"

"Because he said so."

"No."

"Yes."

"No," Kendall countered. "He's completely broken up over this."

"Well, he's not broken up enough to want to try and fix it. That's the message he sent."

"No, in his letter..."

"What letter?"

"The letter he gave her," Kendall answered.

"Logan didn't give Camille a letter," Jo fired back at him, but like Kendall, she was growing more confused by this whole affair. "He just sent..."

Jo was about to say 'Katie' but stopped herself in time, struck by a sudden thought.

"Sent?" Kendall asked.

"Forget about that for a minute," Jo said, still dragging out her words. "You said Logan wrote Camille a letter?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure you're not getting that backwards?"

"Pretty sure," Kendall said with a laugh. "I mean, I know Camille wrote him, and I didn't read what he wrote her, but yeah. I'm sure."

Jo frowned, still not certain what was going on, but pretty confident Katie was involved, because Camille had never gotten a letter, but she had gotten a message.

"What is it?" Kendall asked, worried why Jo had suddenly stopped talking.

"Let's not do this right now," Jo said. It was hard enough discussing their friends like this, she really didn't want to throw in his sister as well.

"Fine," Kendall said, a little put off by her attitude. She'd practically started this fight, and now she didn't want to talk about it. "You know, I've got some homework to finish. I'll see you later."

Jo tried to smile as Kendall said a quick goodbye and hurried off upstairs, leaving Jo behind to mull things over.

Upon arriving home, Kendall found the place nearly empty.

"Hey, Carlos," Kendall said as he sat down on the couch. "Where is everyone?"

"James dragged Logan off to the movies," Carlos said, stifling a yawn.

"Did Katie go with them?"

"Yeah."

"How are you feeling?" Kendall asked, seeing as Carlos was still in his pajamas.

"You know... it comes and goes."

"Well, I hope you feel better," Kendall said, getting to his feet. "I'm going to go finish that book report. I'll be in my room."

A few minutes after Kendall had left the room, there was a knock on the front door.

"I've got it," Carlos yelled towards the bedrooms, as he dashed off to answer it, skidding to a halt and throwing the door open without bothering with the peephole.

"Hi."

"Kelly," Carlos said, his entire face falling in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"I came by to check on you," Kelly said, still smiling as brightly as she could manage. "And to talk to you. About... about what happened."

"Okay," Carlos said, nodding vigorously and a little afraid that if he let go of the door handle he might fall down.

"I just don't want things to be awkward between us."

"How could this be awkward?" Carlos said, acutely aware he was still in his pajamas and that those pajamas were covered with cartoon dogs.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course," he answered, waving his free arm across the threshold, and then following her to the living room where they both stood silently for what felt like the longest minute of his life.

"Should we sit?" she finally suggested.

"Yes," he said, his nerves making the word come out of his mouth much louder than necessary.

Kelly's smile faltered as they both shuffled to find seats.

"I wanted to come by and say that I was sorry," Kelly said after taking a deep breath. "I'm really sorry if anything I said or did made you feel..."

"You don't have to apologize," Carlos interrupted her. "I'm sorry. I'm the one that should... I should have never... you know."

"But obviously my reaction made you sick," she said, and to her relief he laughed.

"I was just embarrassed," he admitted. "I'll be back tomorrow. I swear. I know you have a job..."

"This doesn't have anything to do with my job."

Carlos looked at her and waited.

"Yes, Gustavo wants me to fix this," she admitted. "But I want to fix it, too. I'd want to whether he told me to or not. You're important to me. Our friendship is important to me."

"Kelly," he said weakly.

"You're a great guy. You're funny and kind. And you're going to find a girl, your own age, who..."

"Please don't say that."

"Too cliché?"

"Yes," he laughed, but looked down at his tightly clasped hands, "but, I don't want some other girl. There is no other girl who would put up with me being, well, me. You're...special."

"Carlos," Kelly said, reaching out and covering her hand over his. "I'm going to drop the platitudes, because there is nothing I can say right now that is going to make you feel any better. This... this sucks. I know how you feel right now, I've been there myself many times, and it sucks. There's no magic cure. It's just going to take time. And if you need to sit around in your pajamas for a few days to feel better, then do it. If you need to yell at me or call me names, then do it."

"I don't want to do that."

"I'm just saying," she finished. "But, promise me, that no matter how you choose to get past this, that you won't think any less of yourself. Sometimes in the best of situations, these things don't happen. More times than not. A lot of love has more to do with luck than anything else. Being lucky enough to be at the right place, at the right time, with that right person."

Carlos looked up at her and smiled sadly.

"This wasn't our time," Kelly finished.

"I... I can handle that," Carlos said with a nod.

"Good," she said, giving his hands a squeeze as she got to her feet.

Kelly let out a sigh of relief as she crossed the room to the front door.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked, turning her back on the door to face Carlos again, who had followed after her.

"Yeah."

"All right then," she said giving him her best smile as she turned to go.

"Um, Kelly?"

"Huh?" she asked, turning back to him.

"Out of curiosity... exactly when would 'our time' be?"

Kelly shook her head, stepped up to him, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Later then?"

"Goodnight, Carlos," she called after him, as she turned to go.

"Goodnight."