"Well, I hope that you guys have learned your lesson about money and responsibility."

"Yes, Mom."

"Yes, Mama Knight," James and Carlos agreed. Only Logan sat silently at the dining table.

"I don't want to see any oranges for the rest of my life," Kendall groaned.

"And I never want anything to do with snakes again," James agreed darkly.

"I miss my personal assistant," Carlos grumbled, making everyone - except for Logan - roll their eyes at him.

"Well, I guess there's only one thing we can do now. We go to the pool and forget that whole thing," Kendall decided.

"Yeah, let's go," James agreed, following Kendall to the door. Carlos looked at Logan. "Won't you come with us, Loges?"

Logan shook his head. "No, I have other plans."

His friends shrugged and left. Mrs. Knight looked worriedly at Logan. "Are you alright, sweetie?"

Logan rubbed the back of his neck. "Um, Mrs. Knight, would you do me a favor?"

Camille sat on her couch in the living room, flipping through a magazine in a bad mood, until a knock on the door interrupted her activities. She thought for a moment, then went back to the magazine. If that was Logan on the other side of the door, she didn't want to see him. She was still mad at him for his stupid behavior from the other day and wasn't ready to listen to him. Then there was a second knock. "Fine," Camille murmured annoyed, getting up and crossing the living room in quick steps. And when she was about to open the door, she said, "I really don't care what explanation you have to offer, Logan. You-" Her words literally got stuck in her throat when she saw Logan kneeling on one leg and holding out a bouquet of all her favorite flowers. "I'm sorry." He looked so rueful that Camille had a hard time keeping her angry expression intact. "That doesn't make up for your behavior."

"Of course not," he mumbled quietly, lowering his head. Damn it. She crossed her arms. "You can't do that."

"Can't do what?"

"Being cuter than a puppy when I want to be mad at you."

"That's my best shot." His words elicited a quick smile from her. "Fine, you and the flowers can come in . . . but don't get your hopes up, I'm still trying to be angry." She let him in, closed the door and turned back to him. He still held out the flowers to her. "Here, for you."

Well, since the flowers were in her apartment anyway . . . plus, it wasn't their fault that her boyfriend was an idiot. "Thank you," she said, accepting the bouquet, their hands touching lightly. That didn't exactly help her to keep her bad mood going. She looked at the flowers. "They are beautiful."

Logan nodded, waited. But Camille decided to let him sweat a little longer and took care of putting the flowers in a vase with fresh water, placing them on the dining table. Her dad wouldn't approve that, but that was a problem for another time. Then she turned back to Logan. "So?"

Logan hesitated for a moment. "Um, okay, look, I know I made a mistake, um, five thousand mistakes, to be honest . . ."

Camille rolled her eyes; she couldn't help it.

". . . and I know it was wrong and I totally misbehaved, and I was a giant idiot. And I took the time to think about what happened and why I behaved the way I did and . . . and I think I found an explanation. It might not be a good excuse, but at least it's the truth."

"I'm listening."

He took a deep breath. "You know, being friends with Kendall, James, and Carlos isn't always easy for me. Don't get me wrong, they're the best friends ever, no matter how many times they drive me nuts, but since the four of us have become friends, there were moments when . . . The three just know how to present themselves and at least James and Carlos love to be the center of attention. And Kendall is really comfortable with approaching other people and talking to them in a casual manner. No matter where the four of us go, it's normal for people to notice Kendall, James, and Carlos first. I'm used to it, it's not their fault, they can't help the way they are. Actually, I always thought that I wouldn't need any attention at all. But when I started tipping people, well . . . I don't know, all of a sudden, they saw me, you know, they noticed me. And it felt good, I . . . I wasn't invisible anymore."

Camille could almost feel how the last of her iron self-control was melting away. She walked over to Logan - who was staring at the floor - and put her hands on his shoulders. "Logan, you don't need money to make people notice or like you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He raised his head to look at her face. "You're always right. I really should listen to you more often."

"Agreed."

He wasn't sure if he was forgiven, so Camille decided to make it easy for him and gave him a gentle kiss.

"So . . . how can I make it up to you?" Logan asked quietly afterwards. Camille smiled. "Well, the flowers are a good start, but you still owe me a date by the pool."

He thought about it. "Right. But if you don't mind, can we postpone this to later?"

"Why?" she asked skeptically. Logan smiled. "You'll see."

"You were right," Camille said, leaning into Logan's chest. "This is better."

Logan nodded in agreement and let his gaze wander over the now empty pool area, while the night gradually progressed, and the moon bathed everything in a mysterious light. "I figured you'd like it better this way after everything that happened yesterday."

Silence fell between them. Camille looked up at the sky, then turned back to Logan, who was staring at the moonlight's reflection in the water, lost in thought. Camille reached out and stroked his cheek. "Hey . . ."

He slowly turned his head in her direction.

"You remember what I told you earlier, don't you?"

He nodded.

"Don't sell yourself short, Logan. You're way too smart for that. And never think that you are not important or interesting enough for others. Because for me you are the most important person in my life. Do you remember when you and the guys moved in here? You were the one who got my interest right away."

He looked at her doubtfully. "But if I remember correctly - and I do - Kendall was the one you paid the most attention to in the beginning."

She looked confused. "Kendall?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, you slapped him first, not me."

Camille suddenly smiled. "That's right. I slapped him in the beginning, more than once, but only to get your attention."

"What?"

"If I had come straight to you and slapped you the second you saw me for the first time, would you have ever spoken to me at all?"

Logan was silent for a moment, thinking back to the shy and nervous fifteen-year-old boy he had been. Then he laughed softly. "No, definitely not. I probably would have tried to avoid you for the rest of my life."

"See? I couldn't let that happen."

"You're so weird," Logan said with a laugh, holding her close. "And I love it."

Camille smiled. "Seriously, during all this time, did you actually think I was interested in Kendall Knight?"

"Well, I'll admit, that thought had crossed my mind. But that assumption has changed since the day we met Jo. Because you didn't seem to care if Carlos, James, or even Kendall talked to her, but when I tried to . . . well, you know what happened."

"I do. That was the day I slapped you for the first time."

"It was also the day you kissed me for the first time."

"Right," Camille said with a smirk and acted as if she had forgotten about this fact, but Logan knew that she was playing. He brushed back her dark curls and kissed the soft spot on the back of her neck. She smiled and cupped his hands in hers, running her fingers gently over the back of his hand. "You're not invisible, Logan. Not to me, not to everyone else. People see you, people like you, people love you. Never forget that."

"I won't," he promised, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Not anymore."