Logan sat on his "bed" at the tour bus, staring absentmindedly at his laptop screen until a bright sound snapped him out of his lethargy, signaling that a video call was incoming. He sat up straight and accepted the call, smiling when he saw Camille's face. "Hey you."

"Hey handsome."

"I'm really glad to see you," he said sincerely.

"Me too," Camille replied, smiling. But Logan fell silent and simply looked at the contours of the face he knew so well. Camille noticed his mood immediately. "Oh uh, I know that look on your face. What happened?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Logan, I really don't want to play this game. Either you tell me now what's bothering you or you can celebrate our reunion alone with yourself."

Logan knew she wasn't making empty promises, so he cleared his throat before finally answering, "It's just . . . something happened today . . . and it got me thinking."

"Honey, please don't take this the wrong way, but you're always thinking about something. That's who you are, you're a thinker."

"Yes, I know."

"What happened?"

"I found out that my friends don't always agree with the whole sharing a bus with someone else situation, mainly because of me. So they draw straws-"

"That makes sense to me. I can totally see how they all want to ride with you, but they can't. So they draw straws, and the winner gets to ride with you. Good thinking."

"No Cam, it's the exact opposite. It's not the winner who gets to ride with me, it's the loser who has to ride with me."

"What?!"

"But it's okay," Logan tried to explain, "we talked about it, it's just-"

"It's not okay! You know what, you can tell these idiots that when you guys get back to the Palm Woods, they're in for the biggest slap of their lives. Oh no, wait, don't tell them. I want to surprise them with it."

"Cam, I think it's really great of you to stand up for me, I really appreciate it. But we sorted it out, we're cool."

"Doesn't matter, they were mean to you, so they get the slap. No excuses."

"So my girlfriend is now responsible for fighting my battles?" Logan asked with a smirk.

"You bet."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"Oh, of course honey, I will always fight for you. I miss you."

"I miss you too. But there are still a few more days before we come back. But we will get through it, like always."

For a moment they continued to speak without words, just looking at each other, smiling. Logan liked these moments the most. Of course he liked talking to Camille, but not talking to her was just as nice.

"Jo showed me your new video."

"Yeah? What do you think of it?"

"It's funny and crazy, just like you guys. And I think it's a really sweet way of saying thank you to your fans."

Logan nodded. "Yeah, about that . . . You know, of course we're all crazy for our fans, but there's more."

"There is?"

"Yes, 'cause . . . I'm crazy for you as well."

"I'm crazy for you too. I love you."

"I love you-"

"Awww!"

Logan turned around quickly and felt a crack in his neck. As he rubbed the sore spot, he scowled at his friends. "What are you doing here?"

"We planned to make a new video to show our fans what we do on the tour bus after a concert," Carlos explained.

"And we wanted to ask you if you want to tag along," Kendall added.

"Um, yeah, sure. Just . . . just give me a few minutes, okay?"

They nodded, waved to Camille, and left Logan alone again. "Why do they have to keep interrupting our moments?"

"I'm sure they don't do it on purpose."

"What, suddenly you're defending them? Thirty seconds ago you wanted to kill them."

"And I will. But that doesn't mean they have to be idiots all the time."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." He lost himself in thoughts for a moment, then he asked confused, "Sorry, where were we?"

Camille smiled softly. "I think you wanted to tell me how much you love me."

Logan smiled back at her. "Right."

Camille waited, but nothing happened. "Well?"

"Oh, you wanted me to say it right now?" Logan asked, grinning. Camille sighed. "You're an idiot as well."

"I was kidding. Hey, I love you."

"And I love you."

"You already said that."

"I know."

"I'm really looking forward to being with you again."

"I can't wait either, honey."

"Logan! Come on, man, it's getting late, and I need to look good for our fans, not tired and worn out," came James's voice from behind the door. Logan sighed deeply. "See?"

Camille laughed. "You should go. Otherwise they'll end up carrying you out of here."

"Yeah, okay," Logan agreed, but made no move to end the video call.

"Do you want me to hang up first?" Camille asked softly. Logan nodded and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Somehow he was unable to close the browser window.

"Alright, I'm okay with that," Camille said. She gave him her best smile. "Will you call me tomorrow?"

Logan nodded. "Yes." He had to clear his throat when he realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Sleep well, baby, I'll hear from you tomorrow." She blew a kiss to him, then her image disappeared from his screen. For several seconds, he just sat there, staring at the screen. Then he stood up, wiped a hand over the wet spots on his face, put on a smile, and walked over to his friends. In a voice that he hoped sounded cheerful and excited, he asked, "Alright, who's in for a fun after-concert video?"