While everyone continued to dance, laugh, talk and have fun, Logan walked away from the celebration, over to the other side of the pool area, where it was much quieter, and sat down in one of the cabanas. There he sat and watched his friends with a light smile. James and Carlos danced with Lucy and Alexa, and Logan thought he had never seen his two silly and crazy, yet really great friends as happy as they were in that moment. Logan was happy for them. He saw Kendall and Jo laughing together, and Mrs. Knight talking to Gustavo and Kelly. And he saw Katie, still chatting with Austin . . . well, or rather just looking at each other. Nevertheless, it would be a meaningful memory for Katie, which didn't surprise Logan at all. Because the Palm Woods Pool was a place filled with memories. His eyes scanned the crowd again and there he saw her. Camille. She walked over to Kendall and Jo, beaming, just like everyone else. Logan watched as she chatted with the couple, she seemed happy and cheerful, as always. His eyes now turned to the water in which the moon reflected its light. Yes, this place was full of memories.

One significant memory was the night of their "not party" at the Palm Woods Pool. He had acted like a total idiot that night and Camille had been right to be angry with him. And yet she came back to him, talked to him, listened to his apology and she forgave him . . . well, kind of. And even though he had behaved so poorly, she still wanted to dance with him. And in that night, he had realized that there was something between them that could be more than friendship.

The evening before BTR's first ever tour across North America. They had talked to each other, said things to each other that they had never said before, and yet it had literally broken his heart not to be able to tell her that one thing that he really wanted to say to her. And even though he had felt so bad that night that he couldn't fulfill her heart's only desire - their only desire - it was still an important memory for him; he would always remember the kiss they shared that night.

The night of 'Kiss and Tell', when he had seen Camille sitting out here in that blue dress that would always be his favorite. He thought she wanted to win him back, maybe she was serious, maybe not, he didn't know. But what he did know was that a big part of him had been hoping for this. But today he understood why it hadn't happened. Because that time it should be up to him to make the first step, something that had always been so damn difficult for him. He had sat with her, kept her company, talked to her and hadn't been honest with her, didn't tell her that he had left Peggy because of her. It hadn't been his best night, but what he would always remember was the image he had of her sitting here in the moonlight, wearing the blue dress, his favorite, forever.

The night before BTR's first world tour. He and Camille were no longer together, so much was between them, so many things unsaid, so many wishes, and so little time. It was similar to the night before their North American tour. But back then they had never been a couple before. But that time they had already been together and wanted to be together again, so badly. But once again a tour was in their way, determined their decisions. But he remembered singing with the guys by the pool and she had sent him a heart, and later she had told him, here by the pool, that she had done it because she still loved him before she gave him a goodbye kiss. He hadn't told her that he felt the same way, that he had never stopped loving her. But today he knew that he would always love her.

Yes, the pool had become a special place in their relationship. But it wasn't the only one. There was more. Camille's apartment, where they had spent their first night together, and other nights too, but this one night would always be special. The whole day had been a total disaster. But then he sang for her, not just him, and not just for her, but he imagined singing this one song only for her, kept eye contact with her, and let her know that she was the only one who rocked his world, his cover girl. And in the end . . . in the end they had become closer than ever, had strengthened their relationship, had reached a new level of love for each other.

Or his apartment, 2J, where they had hung out together so often, experiencing good but not always perfect moments, alone or with their friends. The most special moment for him was the day he ended their relationship. Not the breaking up itself, no, that wasn't nice, but the moment after their break-up, when they had hugged each other, and after that . . . the kiss, that one kiss was the moment which was and always would be so special for him.

Logan stood up. There was one more place he wanted to go. He looked around, but no one seemed to be paying attention to him at the moment, so he set off. The park was empty, so Logan had no trouble getting to his destination. He reached the fountain and sat on its edge. He had first laid eyes on Camille at the pool, but it had been right here when they had first spoken to each other. He closed his eyes and replayed all the memorable events of the last four years in his head when –

"Oh, I know what's happening here."

He kept his eyes closed but smiled. "Yeah?"

"You're thinking."

Now he opened his eyes. "About what?"

Camille smiled. "About everything."

He held out a hand and she came closer, sitting next to him, placing her head on his shoulder.

"You really seem to know me, don't you?" Logan asked quietly. She laughed. "Logie, knowing you is my job as your girlfriend."

"So? And then what's my job?"

"Your job is to be this great, sweet, handsome boyfriend that I will never give away."

"Never?" he asked teasingly. "That's a really long time."

"And it just shortened," she teased back, kissing him on the cheek. Then she ran her hand through his hair. "You were amazing on stage tonight. I was so proud of you."

Logan smiled, pulling her close and kissing her as her hands played with the end of his black tie. After the kiss, he said, "So many dreams came true tonight. What about you, my love? Did your biggest dream come true today?"

Camille smiled and shook her head. "No."

"Oh, I'm sorry . . ."

"Don't be, because my biggest dream has already come true, on the day you and the boys moved to the Palm Woods." She kissed the top of his head, then noticed that he was looking at her thoughtfully. "What's wrong, honey?" Camille asked quietly.

"I was just thinking about something . . . you still owe me an explanation."

"I do?" she asked perplexed. He nodded. "You know where we are, don't you?"

She nodded. "Of course."

"Then you should know what I'm talking about. It was the night me and the guys found out we were allowed to stay in LA for the next three months. And I was here, right here, and I felt overwhelmed by all those new events, and you were here as well. We talked, well, you talked, and then . . . you said my name."

"So?"

"You couldn't know my name at that point. And yet it was the right one." To his surprise, she shook her head thoughtfully. "No, I don't think it was like that. We talked, I kissed you on the cheek and left."

"No, it wasn't like that. I'm quite sure what happened because I remember everything. Okay, let me tell you what happened . . ."

Flashback

Logan Mitchell walked thoughtfully through the Palm Woods Park. His life had changed so fast. He had just been in Minnesota and now he was suddenly in Hollywood and a member of a band. He reached a fountain and sat down on the edge. He closed his eyes and reviewed the last few days when a voice suddenly startled him.

"Hey."

He opened his eyes and saw a girl. She looked familiar to him and then he remembered. Camille. The girl from the pool who had slapped Kendall and then ran away, crying. Although Tyler had told them that this was just a show. An unpleasant feeling spread in Logan. Would she give him a slap too? Hopefully not. The girl reached him and sat down next to him. "Why are you sitting here alone? Where are your friends?"

"They are in our apartment and celebrate."

"Why aren't you with them? Aren't you glad you're here?" This girl was obviously pretty curious. Logan shrugged. "Of course I'm glad. But everything happened so fast. I have to get used to it first."

She nodded. There was silence for a few minutes, then Camille got up. "Well, I have to go. Thanks for the great conversation."

He felt bad. "I'm sorry. I-"

She waved off and smiled. "Just kidding. But if you really want to talk, I'll be there for you."

"Um … Thank you."

She looked at him thoughtfully and the unpleasant feeling was back. Would she slap him now? But then something happened that he never expected. She kissed him on the cheek and said softly, "Welcome to Hollywood, Logan Mitchell." She went away. Logan stared at her, completely speechless. Then something clicked in his head. She was almost out of sight when he called, "Hey, how did you know my name?"

She didn't stop but turned her head in his direction and waved to him. Then she disappeared into the lobby.

Logan looked at Camille. "Well?"

She shrugged. "I don't know why you're making such a fuss about it. I probably heard it when someone was talking to you, no big deal."

Logan shook his head. "No, because then you would have known my first name, okay, but definitely not my last name. So, what now? I'm waiting."

"And you'll have to keep waiting, Logie-bear."

"Oh, come on, that's not fair. For four years I kept thinking about this moment and you never told me. Come on, please."

Camille smiled. "You're so cute when you plead for something."

"Camille . . ."

"Okay, how about this, I'm going to tell you three things. Two of them are lies, one is true. But I won't tell you which one. Deal?"

"That's not what I wanted," he grumbled.

"It's either that or you'll never know."

He sighed. "Okay, okay. Shoot."

"As soon as I saw you for the first time, I had to know everything about you, especially your name. But somehow, I knew you'd find it strange if I spoke directly to you, so instead I cornered your boys and forced them to tell me your name, telling them I would make sure that their time here at the Palm Woods will be miserable. And because they're afraid of me - even Kendall - they promised me never to tell you about it."

Logan thought about it and decided that he wasn't surprised. "Well, since I know that four years ago you were in a much different . . . mood than you are today, it is not hard for me to believe that. What's the second story?"

"Well . . . Instead of asking your friends, I managed to sneak into your apartment and look through your stuff until I found what I was looking for."

Logan's eyes widened. "Really?!"

"Too much?"

"A little, but . . . even though this idea kinda creeps me out, I would still believe it."

"It might be true . . ."

Logan smiled. "And the last one?"

Camille shrugged. "I was lucky."

Logan frowned. "What do you mean, lucky? How can you be lucky with something like that?"

"Well, maybe I just guessed your last name by accident."

Logan stared at her for two, three seconds, then he started laughing. "Okay, nice try. I admit, I believe in the first two versions, but this was definitely too much. I mean, the odds of guessing the correct name just by pure chance . . . it's impossible."

Camille raised her eyebrows. "Is it?"

Logan hesitated. "Well, no, not impossible. But still extremely unlikely, I find it very hard to believe."

"But maybe that's the very reason why I never told you. Because I knew how you would react to it." She stood up, apparently wanting to leave. Logan stood up too. "So, that's it? You're not going to tell me?"

"I just did, Logie. The rest is up to you."

Logan stared at her. "That's not cool, Camille. Even if it's just a lie, you should know that from now on I will have to think about it all the time. That's how people become crazy."

"Oh, don't worry honey, I'm not worried for one second about you getting crazy over this."

"Yeah, why is that?"

"Because I always know what to do when you're about to freak out."

"Oh yeah? Then let me tell you this, nothing will help in this case because-"

She ended his lecture by kissing him deeply. Her right hand went up, scratching the back of his neck in a soothing way. She could feel him starting to relax and deepened the kiss a little more. She tried to keep the kiss going as long as possible. After that, Logan looked at her, speechless, and yet . . . and yet there was something in his eyes, something that Camille knew was only for her. She leaned her forehead against his. "You still want me to tell you?"

And to his own surprise, Logan heard himself answer, "No . . . But you have to tell me one thing."

"Anything."

"Were you honest with me?"

"I was."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, I promise," she whispered, sealing her promise with a quick kiss on his lips. Suddenly, he grinned. "It wasn't the third one, was it?"

"No, it wasn't . . . or . . . maybe it was."

He laughed softly, put his arms around her, and buried his face in her dark curls. "We have so many memories . . ." he murmured.

"And there will be more to come."

Logan raised his head again, looking at his girlfriend. His left hand was on her hip, his right hand was stroking her back. "I know I'm not always that great and perfect boyfriend to you, but . . . I know that you're the only girlfriend I'd ever want. You understand me, you know me, and honestly, I often feel like you know me better than I know myself."

"I feel the same way about you, Logan."

He tilted his head, both feeling each other's breath on their faces.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, now-"

"-and forever," he finished her sentence, and kissed her.