Part 1: Logan

Chapter 1

I'm Logan Mitchell, and I feel like my story needs to be told. What happened shortly before and after I left my friends behind at the Palm Woods, anyway. … Well, of course, Camille was with me. You know what I mean.

Be warned, there are some heart-wrenching parts of my life, that I never thought of sharing with anyone, but those closest to me. … Huh, certainly not you. But, while some situations that have happened in my life are so tragic and stressful, there are so many great, happy, carefree moments. You know, the moments we live for.

It was a bright, sunny Saturday in Los Angeles, California. You know, one of those days where you felt like nothing could ever go wrong? That's exactly how I felt that day. Kendall and I were relaxing on some lounge chairs while James and Carlos were playing a rather hilarious game of Marco-Polo in the pool. We had no rehearsal with Gustavo, Kendall's mom, Ms. Knight, decided to cut us some slack today on our chores, and Camille and I had a wonderful date planned tonight at the Bell Chale, a new Italian restaurant that opened up a couple days ago. I sighed. Life at the Palm Woods.

Kendall turned to me, chuckling a little, and asked, "When do you think they're going to get girlfriends?"

I shrugged. "Who knows?"

Kendall laughed a little, and said, sarcastically, of course, "Maybe one day, we'll come home to 2J after a double-date, and find them making out on the couch."

I started laughing. I knew he was kidding.

Just then, I heard Jo, Kendall's girlfriend, approach. "Hey, Kendall, Logan."

"Hey, sweetie," Kendall replied, sitting up.

I sat up and waved hello.

Jo gave a weird look, like suspicion. "Hey, Logan, Camille asked me to find you."

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"I don't know. … She refused to tell me. She just said she needed you... She hasn't left the bathroom since she woke up this morning. … You two haven't, uh, done anything, have you?"

I stared at Jo blankly for a long minute, as the memory of a certain night a couple months ago... That night, we both had lost our virginity...

… Is that what she was asking?

...But it was only one time. I mean, nothing ever happens on the first time, right?...

… Oh, God! I wasn't wearing a condom!...

"Dude!" Kendall said, snapping me out of it.

I decided to lie. All I had to do was say, "Nope," but it turned out something like this, "Uh, yeah-Nope! Not us! Never," with a few dry, shaky giggles thrown in for good measure. I was never good at lying.

Jo kind of smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh..."

I glanced at Kendall, and he just raised his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah, I'm going to go see what's wrong," I told them, hurrying up from the lounge chair and on to 3C, where Camille lived...

I stood in front of the door to 3C. I was afraid to knock. I'd met her father before, and though he didn't look it, he was strong...

I knew, however, that I was going to have to get this over with sooner or later. I took a deep breath, and knocked on the wood door.

Those were the longest, most agonizing 6.5 seconds of my life.

Camille's father answered the door and, once he realized it was me at the door, shot me a glare so menacing I literally recoiled across the hallway. He growled, but he seemed so furious, he couldn't talk.

At that moment, Camille ran up, dressed in some sleep-shorts and a T-shirt. She said, "Daddy, let him in."

"Camille, you're going to let this... this... player into my house?" Camille's father hissed.

"Daddy-"

"He's the one who did this to you!" By now, Camille's dad was screaming, and he was red in the face.

"Daddy, Logan's a "player" about as much I am a slut, and I wanted to have sex that night just as much as he did. It's not like he raped me, for crying out loud."

I was frozen in place.

Camille stepped about halfway into the hallway, with an exasperated, "Come on," and pulled me in her house. I let out a yelp.

Once I was inside, I stood there, and Camille's father let out a loud, angry breath as he stared at me with those angry eyes.

"Uh, come on, Logie... To my room..."

I gave a little nod, and she pulled with her to her room, giving her father a glare over her shoulder.

Once we were in her room, I ran to the farthest wall and cowered there. She closed and locked her door.

"Logan, calm down."

I managed to talk, and shouted, hysterically, "No! No, I will not calm down! Your father is out to kill me!" I grabbed what I later realized to be a stuffed teddy-bear from Camille's shelf, knocking some things over in the process, and held it in front of me, as if it would protect me.

Camille giggled, and said, "Logan, my dad's not going to hurt you. Not as long as I'm here."

"He-He isn't?" I lowered the teddy bear a little bit.

"No. I know he's mad now, but give him a little while to cool down. He knows you're a nice, loyal guy. He's just... Overwhelmed..." She was silent for a moment, then said, "Oh, wait, you don't know, do you?"

"I think I have an... idea... But, I'm not-"

"Logan, I'm pregnant," she said, seriously. "I woke up this morning throwing up, and my period was late for a while now, and I'd just realized..."

I stared at her. I wasn't really surprised... I'd pieced it together when Jo said, "...You two haven't done anything, have you?" But you know, at the same time... I was surprised. And scared. …

Oh, God...

I'm going to have a baby...

"... This isn't good...," I said to her, without really meaning to.

"Well, no duh!" she replied.

She collapsed on her bed, yawned and rubbed her eyes, and I suddenly realized how tired she looked. I stepped over and sat down next to her. I rubbed her back as she rested her head in her hands.

"Promise me you won't leave me," she said.

"What on God's green earth gave you that assumption?"

She whimpered. Scared as I was... She must be 10 times as scared.

I pulled her into an embrace. "I'd never leave you, Camille. Remember that, always. No matter what happens. No matter how bad things seem, I will never leave you, or the baby."

A moment of silence passed between us. She kept her head nuzzled in my chest.

"Logan, what are we going to do?"

I kissed Camille's head lightly. "Well make it through this, honey. Don't worry."

I didn't want to tell her that I had no clue what we were going to do, or how we were going to get through this. I felt like she was scared enough as it was... And so was I.

And so, now you know where all my problems began. … Hah, don't tell Camille, or my girls, that I said that. They'd be simply heartbroken. … They'd feel like... They're burdens to me, and I'd never want them to feel that way. All three of my girls, Kaitlin, Kamara, and Camille, are the most important people to me. I'll always be there for them... But, you'll learn more about that as you read through.

I'm tired of writing tonight. I need sleep. I'll pick things up tomorrow.

Bear in mind, I'm trying something new. I'm not about to tell everything here that I did on DeviantART, but all you need to know is that this fan-fic, as a whole, will be divided to 7 "Parts," the last two being, like, one or two chapters long, and the story will be told like the boys are actually writing a journal (Seperate journals, of course.)

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