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This chapter is mainly Logan and Camille, which I'm kind of excited about. They haven't had much time alone, so I figured to write this chapter about them.
LONGEST CHAPTER EVER!
AN: I don't own anything except for what I've created.
Camille woke up, the first time in a week, without a nightmare. She couldn't take that for granted, though. She knew they would return, to haunt her. She didn't know when, but for now, she enjoyed the peace and silence. Everyone around her was fast asleep and as she glanced at the clock, she discovered that it was only five in the morning. None of them were never awake this early, not even Camille. She had gotten the good night sleep that she had longed for so long, and she was up and awake at the moment.
But, she didn't move. Logan's arms was protectively draped over her body, holding her close to his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat and his hot, heavy breath on her neck, which she found soothing. It made her feel safe, knowing that Logan was there, holding her. She didn't wake any of them up. She already felt guilty enough that she woke them up everyday due to her nightmares.
So she lay there, careful not to wake anyone up. But, she didn't mind. She finally found the time to think. Honestly, she felt that she needed some time on her own, but they wouldn't leave her alone. She appreciated that they cared so much, but they started to get on her nerves just a bit recently. They followed her everywhere. And she meant everywhere. When she wanted something to eat, only a few people went downstairs, making sure she wasn't alone. When she was watching a movie, all her friends would be there regardless if she wanted them there or not. She loved them, she did. She was so unbelievably grateful for all their support and help. But seriously, when five other people follow you to the bathroom, you're bound to get annoyed.
This is the perfect time to think, with no one around to interrupt her. She decides that she will try to talk it out, but stay strong throughout it all. She doesn't want to bother them with a crying teenage girl even though she know they love her. She will break down her barriers and let them in, but not cry. No matter how emotional she gets, she'll stay strong if not for herself, then for the others. She doesn't want to be the one responsible for their suffering she knows it breaks their hearts to see her cry. So, she's not going to cry around them, that she's going to be strong and take everything that's thrown at her if it makes her friends and the others around her, happy.
For the next few hours, she lays awake, listening to Logan's heartbeat. She smiles when she hears it, but at the same time, she's upset that she almost that beautiful sound stop.
She honestly can't believe that Logan took a bullet for her. She should've known that he would've done that, but still. She feels so guilty for dragging Logan and all of her other friends into her troubles. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to get hurt, which was why she handed herself over in the first place. What if Logan had been terribly hurt? Then what? She would've never been able to forgive herself. Her friends would hate her, and there was no doubt in her mind that they would blame her for Logan's injuries if that had happened. She snuggled closer to Logan, blocking out the bad thoughts. She didn't like her thinking. She should be thinking positively, the opposite of what she was doing. She should be grateful that Logan and all her other friends were okay, which she was, but she can't help but wonder.
"Baby?" Logan slowly nudges her gently, as she groggily opens his eyes.
"Y-yeah?" Camille shakes her head a bit, breaking out of her stance. She sits up a bit so Logan is able to as well.
"Good morning," he mumbles, pecking her lips softly.
Camille giggles, something she hasn't done in quite sometime. "You too." She replies but her mind is traveling elsewhere. She needs to talk to him. Her family is asleep, not to be waking up anytime soon. She can whisk Logan away for some time, just them. They can talk alone.
"Logan, can I talk to you alone?" she asks nervously, twiddling her fingers.
"Yeah, sure," his face wears a worried look, but he seems surprised, "let me just go brush my teeth." He slides out of the bed, leaving Camille waiting. She leans her head back as she waits, her head hitting the wall behind her with a gentle thud. She closes her eyes, listening only to the water running in the bathroom. She hears the water stop eventually and feels a pair of soft lips touching her forehead.
"Hey, are you ready? Do want to do it here or…?" Logan rambles off, still shocked that she wanted to talk. She had seemed so distant lately, this was the last thing he expected.
"Logan, calm down. Let's go outside, I don't want to wake them up." Camille laughs when he blushes.
"What- what about the doctors?" Logan asked, curious as to what she had to say.
"Come on, we have gotten in much more trouble them that. The doctors and nurses are nothing," she smirks, knowing she has made a valid point.
"How are you going to get there- Oh!" he says as realization hits him. He puts one arm under her knees, careful not to hurt the foot with a cast, and the other behind her back. He hoists her up bridal style, carrying her outside the hospital room while still being careful not wake anyone else in the room. He can't help but notice how much lighter she feels, at least fifteen pounds lighter, if not more. He keeps a smirk on his face, not wanting her to know that something was wrong.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks teasingly.
"Maybe," she smirks back, teasing him as well.
He seats them down on a bench nearby, placing her beside him. He turns to look at her as she does the same.
"So…" she says.
"About what?" Logan asks, genuinely curious as well as concerned.
"I just wanted talk about some things that have been on my mind lately."
"What specifically?" he asks.
"Everything," she states simply. She opens her mouth to speak when she's suddenly pulled onto Logan's lap.
He plays with her curls as he tell her, "You were too far, I needed you close to me. I don't want to let you out of my sight, because I'm afraid you'll leave. I'm sorry-"a small, sad smile tugs on his lips as he stops.
Camille turns to look at him as he stops twirling her curls around his finger. "Don't be sorry, I thought we decided that," she whispers. He was hurting, she knew that. The plan was originally for her to open up, but now it was for the both of them. Logan needs it as much as she does- to let everything out.
She rest one hand on the side of his neck and softly trails kisses down on the other side of his neck. He sighs, slowly closing his eyes. "I missed you so much, Cam. I missed you so much." He softly kisses her shoulder tenderly as she rests her head in the crook of his neck.
"I missed you, too. That was one of the worst parts, no being able to see you or anyone else. When I wanted to cry, I wanted you to hold me in your arms. But it was terrible, because I didn't want you there. I didn't want you to suffer, be hurt. I wanted you to stay safe, I felt so bad for dragging you all into this." She runs her hand through his soft, dark brown tresses, resting her hand on the nape of his neck, pulling him into a hug.
"I know. I can't believe you gave yourself up, you didn't have to do that. I wish I could've been with you, I missed talking to you, kissing you, everything. But don't feel sorry. I know I love being there for you and I know our friends will say the same. I wish you didn't have to go through that but I know we're going to be there every step of the way, there's nothing we'd rather do," he says, pulling her closer. He kisses her collarbone, his breath tickling her neck.
"I know, thank you. I don't know what I would do without all of you. Thank you for staying with me." Camille sighs in pleasure as he kisses her neck.
"Don't say thank you, we're staying because we want to and because we love you not because anyone told us to," Logan nuzzles against her shoulder for comfort as he speaks. "But, I have a feeling that's not what we game to talk about, is it? At least that not all of it, am I right?" he asks, intrigued by what she was about to say.
Camille sighs and shakes her head, "No."
Logan takes her hand and intwines in his own. "Then what is it?" he asks softly, giving her a small smile of encouragement.
"Everything, really. It's like he's everywhere and he's haunting me. I see him everywhere. He can't let me live my life normally. I'm not normal. I have nightmares every night, I cry and break down at least twice a day. That's not normal."
He twirls one of her curls around his finger as he meets her matching chocolate brown eyes. "You never told me that, why? You could've, I would've done everything to help you." He looks at her with a little bit of hurt in his eyes. "I love you," he lifts their intertwined hands and kisses them.
"I love you, too. But that's why I don't want to hold you back from having a life outside of me. I want you all to have lives besides me. I love you, and I know that you love me, too, but you take care of me everyday. You hold me when I cry and when I have nightmares, and I really appreciate but I'm afraid you'll get tired of doing that. I'm messed up. I keep thinking that he's following me, even though I know he's not," she sighs and plays with their hands, "I look around, see him and think that he's going to come back to hurt me, but when I look again, he's not there. That's not normal. I want you to have a normal life."
"You are my life, Cam. I love you. You're the air I breathe, the food I eat, you're everything to me. I can't live without you. I need you as much as I need air."
"I know. I need you, too. I love you, but maybe I need mire than just you to get through this. I don't know what that means yet, but I want to. I need help. I can't keep living like this, Logan. I feel like I'm suffocating and I can't do anything about it. I can't keep thinking that he's following me around everywhere. I want to be my weird normal again, not a scared little girl."
Logan let his tears spill over his cheeks as he meets her eyes. "I never knew. I'm sorry, I should have noticed. I knew you were different, but I didn't know it was that bad. Please, I'm sorry," he hugs her closer, burying his face in her dark brown curls.
"Don't be sorry, Logan. It not you fault or anyone else's," Camille reaches up to wipe away his tears while not letting her spill over. She had promised herself to stay strong.
"I know I didn't tell you this before but the doctors have been recommending counselors for you. Do you want to take them up on any of their offers?"
Camille sighs, "I don't know, I'd like to think about it." She lays her head on his shoulder as she closes her eyes to hold back tears. "Anything else you've been hiding?" she teases him.
She feels his body become stiff and she knows that something's wrong. "What is it, Logan?"
"Look, Cam," he looks into her eyes, "When the cops left last week, they called me."
"About what, Logie?" Camille's breath hitches in her throat.
"About, about the trial." Logan looks guiltily at her eyes, then draws his gaze from hers.
"T-trial?" Camille voice begins to crack but she tries to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Yeah, with your- Andrew," before Camille can respond, Logan cuts her off, "I'm really sorry, Cami. I should have told you, I was just scared," he begins to ramble off, but Camille covers his hand with her free hand.
"I'm not mad, Logan. I wish you had told me earlier, but I'm not mad, just...scared. Logan, I can't face him again, Logan. I can't do it, I already see him everywhere. He's already ruined my life, what more does he want?" Camille asks helplessly.
"I don't know, baby. But, you have to do it so he can pay for his actions, and I will be there every step of the way."
"I know, thank you. You've done so much for me," she sits up a bit so she is able to pull his lips into a lip-lock.
She lays her head on his chest once again, closing her eyes as Logan kisses her forehead. She hold back tears, but fails. Before she know it, she begins to sob hysterically into his shoulder.
"Shhhh," Logan doesn't tell her to stop, but instead, comforts her.
"It was so bad, Logan. He would beat me until I couldn't move sometimes, B-but then he would kiss me. I-I didn't know what t-to d-do. I missed you all so much."
"I know, baby. I missed you, too. You are the last person who deserves this, and I'm sorry this happened to you." Logan's tears are still flowing down his now, flushed cheeks.
They sit there, holding each other until both of their tears come to a stop.
"Anything else, Cam?"
"I think we're good for right now, I'll tell you when I think I need to talk," she gives him a soft smile and he pulls her into another kiss.
"Logan?" Camille lifts her head to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"Do you know when we can go home? I miss the Palm Woods." Logan chuckles and nods.
"Doctor Morris told me that you can go sometime next week, as long as you're okay with it. But, you still need your cast." Logan runs his fingers over her cast as she pouts.
"Why? Then, I need to use stupid crutches," she whines and pouts once again.
Logan laughs and pulls her into another kiss, wrapping his arms around her petite waist. "Did that make you feel better?" laughing once again when she smiles giddily.
"Alright let's get back to the room before our friends think we ran away." Logan lifts her up into his arms as she giggles lightly.
"You're right. But, I bet they're still knocked out right now," she nods her head as she laughs lightly.
"You're right."
Logan carries her down rest of the hallway until he reaches their room. He kicks open the door, still making sure he doesn't hurt her. Just as they had assumed, all of their friends are still asleep. He sets her down on the bed and she scoots over to let him in as well.
"This was good for us. I'm glad that we did this. I feel lighter somehow." Logan whispers in her ear, then kissing the outer shell.
"I know, I'm glad we did this, too. Thank you." Camille tilts her head up to look at him and smiles.
"I already told you, stop thanking me. That should be another rule. No apologies and no thank you's unless completely necessary," Logan teases and Camille nods her head.
"I love you," Logan kisses her temple and pulls her closer into his arms.
"I love you, too, Logan," Camille closes her eyes, snuggling impossibly closer to him. They soon fall asleep, in each other's arms. Love is what gives them courage everyday and that will never change.
Sure, they may not have the most normal life, but they have each other and that's all that matters. They love each other and their love always pull through all. It doesn't matter what is thrown in their direction in life, because no matter what, they'll always have each other and that makes everything okay.
AN: This chapter made me smile while I was writing because it was so fluffy and I loved all the kisses they shared.
IMPORTANT: Now there are a few things I wanted to discuss/ tell you.
1. School starts on Wednesday and I don't know how frequently I will update after that. I will update one last time besides this before school starts. However, I will try my best to update every weekend after school starts, but no promises. If school starts to get tough, I might have to cut down on updates so I would love it if you are patient with me.
2. I have a few story ideas in my head which I want to get out, but I will not start any more stories before one of my stories are completed. There has been one thing that has been bothering me, though. The hate of Kendall and Jo are really getting to me, and I love those stories, but there are not enough out there. I've had this idea (which I'm not revealing yet) which is really playing out well in my head for a quite a few weeks now. I want to start a Kendall and Jo story at least by the beginning of next (I'll try my best) year. I wanted to know how many of you would support me.
I will not quit writing Logan and Camille, so don't worry, I have a ton of stories planned for them. Please tell me, I would love to do one of those because they're just so adorable and it would be even better if I had your support.
3. Lastly, before I let you all go, I would be the happiest girl ever if you got me to 100 reviews. Please review!
Thank you if you just read all that and I would absolutely love it if you responded to my question. I have a poll up on my profile, so please go vote.
Thanks for reading, both this chapter and the extremely long author's note.
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