Guys, if you ever want to have a good laugh, go read Fish Stick Friday's story, Hood Logan. Most hilarious thing ever. I promise that you'll laugh your head off. There's even a little bit of Logan and Camille...

This is a short-ish chapter, but I promise that the next one will be longer. This isn't the best chapter and I apologize for that, but the next one will be MUCH better. Thank you for all the reviews, you guys are the best!

AN: I don't own anything.

Camille

I don't know how to describe how much closer Logan and I had gotten over the last few days, we had become much more…intimate. It wasn't that we were making out every second of every day, not that I didn't minded what happened the other day… but it was different than the normal, original us. It was like a part of us always had to be touching to be relaxed and worry free. It wasn't as if we didn't spend time apart, we did. But, it was different. We would be in different places or even different rooms, but we would constantly think of each other, missing each other like crazy. Even if we were just holding hands, we would be so much more at ease, knowing that the other was right there. It was nice, though. A few years ago, I would have never thought that I would ever be so in love, but here I am.

"Hey, baby." Logan says as he wraps his arm around me. I snuggle up to his side, causing him to smile down cheekily at me. "You know Mr. Wyatt is coming today, right?"

Confused, I ask, "Who?"

"Mr. Wyatt. Your lawyer, you know, for the case." I nod, but freeze up at the mention of the trial. Honestly, I was terrified. I didn't want to see Andrew, my "dad", again. I would break down, making my already broken self seem more shattered then ever.

"When is he coming, again?" I ask, shifting myself so my head was in his lap.

"I don't know when exactly, but he said he would be here in a few hours." Logan answers softly, treading his fingers through my signature dark brown curls. He smiles down at me, causing me to grin back. We were alone in the apartment, the first time occurrence in quite some time. Everyone was gone, off to work or some other place, but were expected to be back before Mr. Wyatt arrived. "So… what do you want to do? We have some time to kill."

"We could practice a script. I mean, I know I'm in no state to audition for any parts yet, but it might be fun, just to do it without worrying if I would get the part or not." I suggest, thinking of all the scripts that I had packed up in a box which was now in the closet.

"Sounds like fun, let's go," Logan says as I get up and grab his hand, leading us to our bedroom.

A few hours passed before they knew it, all of them had returned and Mr. Wyatt was sitting in front of all of them. He had light brown hair, dark brown eyes and was probably about forty years old.

"Hi, I'm Logan," he says as he introduces himself.

"Camille," she stands up to introduce myself, and watches as her friends do the same.

"So we need to discuss the court procedures. Where do you want to discuss this?" he asks, eyeing the large group of teenagers, struggling to fit on the couches.

"How about outside on the porch, it's big enough to hold all of us." Logan suggests, taking Camille's hand in his and sliding the door open. He steps out with Camille, both of them inhaling the fresh air.

"Alright, so where were we?" Mr. Wyatt asks as he readjusts his jacket. When he knows that he holds the attention from all the teens, he begins. "I've already read through your records, and I'm so sorry." He gives Camille a sympathetic look and continues. "The judge will enter first and then you will take an oath to tell the truth."

Camille's "family" pays close attention to him, hanging on to every word. "Then Andrew's lawyer will try to defend and back up whatever he has to say. He will call up several of you to the witness stand to interrogate you. Don't be scared, just be prepared. Based on what you tell him or her, they will decide who is innocent and who is not."

"But that's not fair!" Carlos, being the most innocent out of them all, speaks up. "Andrew's the bad guy, not Camille. We didn't do anything wrong and neither did she." Carlos stands up, bits of anger upon his face, something quite unusual for the Carlos they all knew.

"Carlos, calm down," James says, resting his hand on Carlos' shoulder. Carlos eases a bit and sits down.

"It's still not fair," Carlos mumbles under his breath, just loud enough for his friends to hear.

"I know, but that's how it works, buddy," Logan gives his knee a small squeeze, and then turns his attention back to Mr. Wyatt. "So, what happens next?"

"The judge will listen to both sides of the story, and will soon take a decision on who's guilty and who's not." Even though he just repeated the same thing, everyone nods, trusting the judge to prove Camille innocent. Carlos is the only one who seems to start to protest once again. How could Camille NOT be proved innocent? James rests his hand once again on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Okay, I think I remember all this. After all, I did this before." Camille says as she smiles softly, but sadly. She stands up to shake Mr. Wyatt's hand as he gets up to leave. After he leaves, Kendall is the first one to speak up.

"You've been in court before?" Kendall asks, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Of course, I've been…," Camille tries to swallow the lump in her throat, "abused, before. How did you think Andrew was in jail in the first place? I was only like twelve at the time, but I still remember most of it."

"How- how was it? Was it scary?" Logan asks, maneuvering her onto his lap, still holding her hand.

She rest her head in the crook of his neck and she talks. "Yeah it was terrifying, but it was obviously better than being beat. He kept sending me all these evil, disturbing stares, they made me so nervous." Camille shudders, thinking about the stares. "I was proven innocent, and then put into the foster home system. I had no other family. He was punished to be in jail for twenty five years, but he escaped," a small sob escapes her quivering lips. "The last thing he said to me that day was that he would find me again. I guess he stayed true to his promise." She squeezes her eyes tightly trying to get the images of Andrew out of her head. A few tears escape from her chocolate brown eyes, but she hurriedly wipes then away.

"I'm sorry. I wish that I could do something about it. You don't deserve all this pain." Logan says as he rubs her back soothingly. "It's okay to cry, you know."

Camille nods her head, but doesn't let her tears fall.

"Watch, Camille. In two weeks, Andrew will be in jail and you won't have to worry about him or anything else anymore. You… are going to be amazing. You're so strong, Camille, even if you don't think so." Logan tells her softly, hugging her tightly.

Camille smiles and hugs him back tightly.

Despite what Logan said about their worries ending, their worries were far from over, because, little did they know, someone was below them, listening and recording their every word...

AN: As I said before, I'm sorry about this chapter. So, here's the deal. The first person who can guess who the person is correctly, I will do a one shot of their choice. The person is on the SHOW. It doesn't have to be Logan and Camille, but I don't do slash... Just include your request in a review regardless whether or not you think you're right. Who knows, maybe I'll try to get to more than just one...

One more thing, I posted a new story called, Don't You Worry. It's a friendship, angst story based around Logan. It's basically about how Logan's parents want him to be perfect, but they can't see how miserable they're making him. His life is so miserable and he has so much pressure on his shoulders... I'm thinking of eventually making him move to L.A. and including some Lomille in there. I'll see where that goes depending on how many of you are interested. I really need you guys' help on this story to make some major decisions, so I would absolutely love it if some of you left help in a review or simply just PMed me.

Thank you for reading and I'll see you guys next Saturday.

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