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A few things before the actual chapter:
1. School started so I don't have much time to write. So I know I said this before, but I will be updating every Saturday. That way, I will have some time to write more chapters to post later on. I'm sorry to all those I have disapointed, but I promise to update every Saturday, though. Thank you for sticking with me.
2. I just wanted to clear the ages of the characters.
Logan, Kendall, Carlos, Stephanie, Jo: 19
Camille: 18 (soon to be 19)
Katie: 13 (soon to be 14)
3. I posted a new one shot a few days ago (it is a Lomille one) called "Meant to Be". Check it out, but be aware that it's rated M.
AN: I don't own anything except for what I've created.
"Camille, get ready to leave this boring place and come back home!" James and Carlos exclaim happily as they burst in the room.
Camille chuckles and nods. "Trust me, I'm more than ready." She begins to move forward with her bags, when Logan grabs her wrist and pulls her to him, her back against his chest.
"Don't worry about those, James are Carlos got it," he mumbles into her hair, kissing the brown locks gently. He lifts his head a bit and asks, "Right, guys?"
James and Carlos simply grin and begin teasing them, "Sure thing, buddy. Just don't take too long, okay? We'll meet up at the Palm Woods."
"Yeah, we'll be out as soon as the doctor checks her before we leave." James and Carlos nod and continue to grin. They pick up the two duffel bags and exit the "boring, white room" as they put it.
"They are a piece of work." Logan says, tilting his head to look at her.
"I know, but we love them for it." Camille grins, looking up to meet his chocolate-colored orbs.
"Is there anyone else you love that hasn't left the room?" Logan asks, teasing her.
"Nope." Camille squirms out of Logan's grasp and giggles.
"No?" Logan pouts, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.
Camille smiles at him and captures him in an embrace. After pulling back, she says, "I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what. I'll never stop." She tilts his head up slightly to peck his lips.
"Good to know." Logan smirks, but feigns hurt when Camille playfully slaps his arm. "Ow!"
"Oh, hush. You're ruining the moment." Camille acts annoyed, but fails when a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth.
"Fine, fine. I love you, too." Logan hugs her again, one arm cupping the side of her neck and the other around her waist.
"That's what I thought." Camille says as she closes her eyes in the embrace.
"Hello, Camille!" Dr. Morris exclaims as he enters the room, causing the couple to spring apart.
"Hey, Doctor Morris. Can I go home, now?" Camille asks excitedly, slightly jumping up and down on her uninjured foot.
"I see that you're excited. Sit on that bed for me so I can check you one last time before you leave."
Logan holds back while Camille does as she's told. He watches intently as the doctor checks her injuries. The large bandages are no longer covering her torso, neither are there any bandages on any other part of her body. However, the cast on her leg remains along with several cuts and bruises. The scars will always be there, though. They will be there to remind her constantly of her unfortunate past.
"Everything looks good, Camille. You can go as soon as Logan signs the discharge papers. And here's a number for a good therapist that I know, call her up if you want." he says, bringing Logan out of his stance.
"I'll think about it, Doc. Thank you for everything," Camille answers, looking down.
"There's no need to thank me, I'm just doing my job. Sign this for me, Logan," he says handing Logan several forms.
"Thank you for everything, once again," Logan says, shaking Doctor Morris' hand.
"Don't mention it." With that, he leaves them in the room, after wishing them luck.
"Are you ready?" Logan asks, now facing Camille.
"Definitely," Camille grabs her crutches which rest in the corner and adjusts them under her arms. She definitely gotten much better at using the crutches since the week before.
"Let's go then." He helps her out of the room, taking one last look around the room they have known for so long.
Logan steps out of the limo that Gustavo had graciously lent to them. He holds out his hand so Camille can stand up. Camille steps out and leans against Logan while he gets her crutches out. Little did they know, the media was right behind them.
They begin walking to the Palm Woods when they are bombarded with reporters and photographers. They are over-whelmed with questions and the flashing of cameras blind them.
"Camille! Over here! What happened?" a man with brown hair asks her, coming a little too close for comfort.
"Why were you in the hospital?" a short woman asks while clicking her camera away without a care in the world.
"Were you there when she was admitted into the hospital, Logan Mitchell?" another man with red hair comes closer, causing Camille to move closer to Logan.
"Logan, make them go away," Camille whimpers, burying her head into his shoulder.
"Just ignore them, Cam," Logan whispers, trying to block the light and move through the crowd of reporters.
"I- I can't. There's too many of them," Camille tells him, tears flowing freely down her face.
A man, with dark brown hair and cold blue eyes, takes a step too close to Camille. He reaches out to touch her shoulder and jerk it back so she's looking at him. All she can think of is Andrew. The man looks a lot like him. The man's face suddenly transforms into Andrew's. The eyes, the hair, the face. It all looks too much like Andrew.
"No, get away from me!" Camille suddenly screams, clinging tighter to Logan, digging her nails into his soft flesh.
She pushes away the reporter, trying to remind herself that it's just a reporter not Andrew.
"Cam, stay with me, okay? We're almost there." Logan squeezes her her hand reassuringly.
"Camille, how did you get hurt?" the reporters continue to move in closer, oblivious to the fact that they're over-whelming her.
"Stay away, please. Please, don't come closer," by now, Camille is sobbing, stumbling right into Logan's arms. He catches and steadies her. A fire of rage builds up in Logan.
"Can't you see that you're over-whelming her? Leave us alone, leave! Get the hell out of here! Leave us alone!" Logan screams, his face turning red.
"Ooh, Logan Mitchell getting angry. We like it."
"Please leave, please leave us alone." Logan's screams soon turn into helpless pleas. The crowd pays heed this time and scatters. Camille has sunken to the ground by now and was sobbing uncontrollably. Logan kneels so that he's on his knees.
"Hey, Cam. They left, there's no reason to be afraid anymore. I'm sorry, I should have seen that coming. It's all my fault." He puts his arm around her, pulling her closer. He doesn't care that they're sitting in a parking lot, all that matters is Camille.
"It's not your fault. I know that I don't need to be afraid, but that man looked so much like-like Andrew and I j-just got s-so scared." Camille's cries die down and Logan helps her up after receiving her crutches from beside her.
"I know, but it wasn't him. You don't have to be afraid, he's not coming after you," he pulls her impossibly closer and kisses her temple.
"Let's just go upstairs, I want to see everyone again." Camille wipes away the last of her tears and uses her crutches to haul herself upstairs. They stop in front of their apartment door.
"Are you ready, Cam?" Logan asks.
"Yup," Camille smiles widely.
"Guys, they're late! We have a few more minutes. Make sure everything's perfect." James shouts over that chaos in the apartment.
"Thanks, James. We really appreciate the help," Jo tells him sarcastically as she adjusts the pillows on the couch. She stands up straight and admires the room.
They had bought furniture for the apartment as welcome back presents for Camille. It wasn't as if money was an object, together, they had enough money to never work a day in their life again.
Each of the rooms had their own themes. The living room was white and black with a bit of red. The white, leather cushion sofas were creating a large block U. On top of them were black, white and red pillows. The large flat screen TV was mounted on the walls which were white with black swirls. There was a large white rug on the middle of the black wood floor, and on top of it, was a black, circular table. The windows were draped with black curtains with a red swirl going across the middle.
The kitchen is themed jade green and maroon. The walls are a jade green and the cabinets are a maroon-ish brown. The fridge is a silver color and there is an island with swirly stools around it in the middle of the kitchen.
The dining room holds a small table with a few chairs around it. The walls are a peach color with bits of maroon. The tablecloth that is spread out on the table is maroon with peach place-mats.
Their bedroom is magnificent, if they do say so themselves. The walls are a very light yellow with bits of gray. The bedding is white with yellow and gray. The white curtains are draped elegantly over the windows. The closet doors are white with a bit of gray. A white dresser, two nightstands and a chest fit perfectly into the room.
Even the bathroom is elegant. Everything is pearly white, but not in a dull, boring way.
Even Logan doesn't know of the renovation. He hasn't been home in weeks. They had unpacked everything for them, something they had not been able to accomplish because of everything that had come up.
"Hey guys. Get ready, they're outside!" James shouts as they all hide.
"Let's go in, then," Logan says as he turns the handle on the door. Logan holds her hand tighter as they hobble into the apartment.
"Surprise!"
Surprised, they jump a bit but smile widely. "Guys, what's all this?" they ask a bit confused.
"This... is your welcome back present." Jo tells them excitedly. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah, but you didn't have to do all this. All that matters is that you're here," Camille exclaims, still astonished that they did all this.
"Oh, hush. Don't say anything. We wanted to," Jo shushes her.
"Guys, this must have cost you a fortune, we can't accept this," Logan protests.
"Don't worry about it, we're kind of famous, we have the money." Kendall reassures him.
"But still-" Logan starts but is cut off.
"Hush. Just go check out the rest of the apartment, we wanted to do this and you're not changing our minds." Kendall orders.
Logan grabs Camille's hand once again as she uses her crutches to hobble around the rest of the house.
"I can't believe they did this," Camille comments, admiring the dining room.
"I know, they're the best." Logan says as Camille nods her head in agreement. They walk, or hobble in Camille's case, around the rest of the apartment.
"Wow. I can't believe this is all ours." Camille says smiling happily.
"So, can we take it that you like it?" They turn around only to face their friends.
"It's beautiful, thank you," Camille uses her crutches to get herself over there and hug them all. Logan follows in her lead, giving them all hugs as well.
"You're very welcome. Mrs. Knight should be here any minute to drop off Katie and the pizza." Stephanie informs them as they enter the living room once again. They seat themselves on the brand new couches.
"So you guys are going to sleep over, right?" Camille asks, looking at them eagerly.
They watch as they exchange glances. "Well, it's your first night here, and…" Carlos trails off, not sure how to tell them that they're not staying.
"Nonsense. You're all sleeping over." Logan says, going to bring out the sleeping bags and pillows. He sets them up on the floor as they all sit on cushiony sleeping bags. Kendall and Jo shares one as do Logan and Camille and Carlos and Stephanie. James is sitting of his own while Katie's is off to the side, unoccupied.
"Let's watch some TV." Carlos suggests.
"Yeah!" Stephanie exclaims and the boys whoop at the sight of the brand-new TV.
"Earlier today, we saw Camille Roberts come back from the hospital and back to the Palmwoods. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, Logan Mitchell. While we were asking questions, Ms. Roberts panicked and Logan Mitchell was there to yell at the reporters present. Let's take a look."
The screen changes to the scene where Logan and Camille were only a few hours ago. They watch in horror as they "attack" Camille and Logan with questions in front of the Palm Woods. They watch as Camille breaks down and Logan curses out the reporters. Kendall, the first one to reach for the remote, changes the channel quickly.
"Is that why you guys were late?" James asks softly.
Camille nods her head solemnly, looking down at her hand. "The whole world knows that there's something wrong, now. This could ruin all of us."
"Don't say that, Cam. Nothing is going to happen," Logan tilts her head up a bit, so he can see the tears well up in her eyes and roll down her rosy cheeks. He leans towards her and kisses away her tears as they fall, then pecks her lips. Camille closes her eyes, focusing on breathing.
Before anyone can say anything else the doorbell rings. Camille freezes.
"W-who is it, Logan?" Camille asks with fear evident in her voice.
"Calm down, Cami. It's only Mrs. Knight and Katie." Logan reassures her, stroking her hair.
Camille lets out a sigh of relief. She gets up to greet them.
"Hey, Mrs. Knight. Hey, Katie." Camille gives Mrs. Knight a hug and Katie practically attaches herself to her waist.
Logan takes the pizzas from Mrs. Knight's hands and lead them into their newly furnished apartment. "Wow, you guys weren't kidding when you said you were changing it up."
"You knew?" Camille asks, while trying to detach Katie from her waist.
"They told me, but I didn't think they were telling the truth," Jennifer Knight shrugs, as she looks back at her "kids".
"I have to go run some errand, Katie you're staying for the night, right?" When Katie nods, Jennifer Knight leaves after saying good-bye and hugging each and every one of her "babies".
Before long, they are fed and in deep sleep. Their life is not perfect, that's for sure, but at least they have each other and that, in the end, will make everything okay again.
AN: I think Katie was a tad OOC, but just remember the situation she's in. She's still pretty young and it's a lot for her to handle. She's going to seem more sensitive and she's scared. She, though she never admits it, looks up to Camille, and she's afraid that something will happen to her.
I thought it was so sweet of them to do that, so I included it.
By the way, how many of your teachers are already loading you with work? Mine are and it's driving me nuts. I barely have any time to write anymore because I'm almost always up until 11 doing my homework. My mom makes me go to bed early during school days which makes everything (mostly writing) even tougher. But don't worry, I'm going to try my hardest to keep my promise.
One more thing, I bet you're all getting tired of this incredibly long author's note, and even though you all probably don't care, I just have to say it. My one-shot, called "Meant to Be" was posted some time before another author posted a story of BTR with the same title. I got over it, mostly because I don't know if it was intentional or not, but I had tried quite hard to find a some-what unique name. I don't really mind anymore though so... yeah. How many of you just skipped over this because I was boring you? Sorry about that...
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