Hmmm. I am... torn. My intentions in writing this story were to make it Logan and Camille. Apparently, there is a whole 'nother couple to ship for BTR, that doesn't involve two guys, and it's Kendall and Camille. Personally, and I said this to someone in a review but I forget who, I find Kendall ... let me put it this way. I hate Kendall. Why? Oh, I'm not sure. There's just something about him... Yes. I am one of those people who hate people for no reason, in case you were wondering. I think he's the least attractive of the four, yes, even Carlos, and am I the only one who thinks his eyebrows put Joe Jonas to shame? But, random thing here, I think, and my cousin, that he has this strange resemblance to Fred. I'm thinking about, 3 to 5 years and Lucas will be the spitting image:)

Anyways, I happen to love Logan so it's surprise I'm all for Logan and Camille. The kiss scene was, hilarious and I love Erin Sanders. Nick was smart to get her on another show. Main point here! idk about Kendall, sort of warming up to him but hate him, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, Unfortunately and heartbreakingly true, I do not own Logan and his amazing smile, and undoubtedly, Big Time Rush is not even close to Jonas, no matter what my sister says(:

"320? Yeah, keep dreaming buddy." Kendall said to James. James ran his fingers through his long, brown hair.

"Uh, I don't have to dream, Kendall. You wanna know why? Uh, 'cause it's reality!" Logan and Carlos rolled their eyes as James and Kendall squared off. The two friends had been arguing over who could bench the most weights since they got to the pool earlier that day and Carlos and Logan had had quite enough.

"Ugh, guys can you just drop it?" Carlos begged. He grabbed his helmet off his head, inspected it, then returned it to it's rightful place. Kendall and James ignored him.

"You know what? Why don't we settle this? Like, right now?" James asked Kendall. Logan was surprised at the amount of confidence he heard in his voice. Back in Minnesota, Logan and James both had PE 3rd period; Logan had seen James try to bench 120, and he had not being able to keep a straight face. At first glance, James looked like an exceptionally fit guy, but Logan knew, looks can be deceiving.

"Okay then! Let-Let's go dude! Right now, weight room, you and me, benching 320." James gulped after hearing Kendall say it, but other then that he didn't look fazed. The two angrily power-walked toward the entrance to the pool area, neither one taking their eyes off the other. Unsurprisingly, it was nice and quiet once the two of them left. Carlos scrambled to his feet.

"Well, as annoying as those two are, I still can't miss this." Logan nodded and waved his hand in dismissal. After receiving Logan's approval, Carlos excitedly hurried after them. Well, at least it's finally quiet... Logan thought to himself. He rested his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, laying back on his beach chair.

"Huh." A loud sigh startled Logan, waking him from what was almost sleep. He opened his eyes, squinting at the sun, to see Camille sitting in the chair Carlos had once occupied. Uh oh. Expect the worst. Logan thought to himself. Ever since their little encounter a few days earlier, one that included Logan and Camille playing tongue hockey, Logan had been trying his best to play it cool whenever she came around. He didn't want her to think that the kiss meant anything more then her rehearsing for, what was it the guys told him? Oh right. Some One Tree Hill audition.

"Huh." The brunette sighed again, snapping Logan back to reality. Annoyed, Camille turned to Logan, expectant. Logan stared back at her, matching her expression.

"Hughh!" She sighed loudly and not to mention obnoxiously. Startled, he quickly sat up.

"Um, are you doing okay, Camille?"

"Hmm, well, I sighed dismally, three times, only to be ignored by my so called 'friend'. I'm doing just spiffy, Logan, thanks for noticing." Camille said sarcastically, a fake smile on her face. She rolled her eyes and sighed for the fourth time, a real one and not as an attempt to get Logan's attention.

"Okay. What's going on?" Logan asked, scooting up to the edge of his seat so he was side by side with Camille. "What did you, bomb an audition or something?"

"Ha. I wish." Camille murmured, staring at her shoes. Logan crinkled his nose in confusion.

"Wait, why would you ... ?" Logan trailed off. Camille looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"Well, I mean, of course I don't wish I could bomb an audition. It's just that, as apposed to the situation I'm going through now, I would much rather be blacklisted then go through it." Logan nodded, although he still didn't understand. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind-

"This wouldn't have to do with, you know, you're 'end of the sentence' would it?" He asked, feeling stupid. Camille stared at him with such an acerbic stare that he had to look away.

"What? What are you saying?" She asked him. Logan blushed, wishing he hadn't said anything in the first place.

"You know, 'mother nature's monthly gift'?" He mumbled, abashed. For a long while, she just stared at him, squinting her eyes like she was trying her hardest to figure out what he was saying. Her face lit up all of a sudden, and then without warning, she began to laugh uncontrollably. Logan looked at her, questionably.

"What?" He asked, confused that she would laugh about something that to him, seemed to be a serious matter.

"I-I-I," Was the only thing that made it out of her mouth for she was laughing so hard. Logan smiled at her inability to speak. Then, unable to control himself, he started to laugh too. So, there they were; Their heads thrown back, cackling up a storm. Once they both calmed down, Camille laid back on the chair she and Logan had been sharing, so their heads were next to each other. The two stared at the sky, in comfortable silence.

"Mmm," Camille said, breaking the silence. "You smell nice." She mumbled. Logan knit his eyebrows and turned his head so he was looking at her.

"What?"

"O-Oh," She stuttered. Camille looked into his big, brown* eyes and felt unable to speak. "It's nothing." She breathed. His face was inches from hers, causing Camille to get butterflies. Does he feel it too? She thought to herself.

"Oh." Logan shrugged and turned back to the blue sky. Guess not. Camille frowned at her conclusion. What was wrong with her? Was she ugly? Did her breath stink?

"Well, it's not exactly nothing, exactly." Camille heard herself say, although she swore she vetoed even the thought of saying it in her head.

Logan turned back to her, flashing her his oh-so-gorgeous grin. "I knew there was something you were hiding. Come on, gimme the deets." Upon seeing him smile, Camille fell right off the chair they were on. Camille cursed herself under her breath, as Logan reached his hand out to her to help her up.

"You okay?" Logan asked her as she returned to the chair, sitting at the edge again as she had been when she first approached him.

"Uh, yeah," She answered, fixing her hair and trying her best not to blush. "I'm, I'm fine."

"You sure?" He asked, just in case. Camille turned to him and smiled, touched by his concern. But she knew better then to take it as anymore then Logan being the polite gentleman he was.

"Yeah. I'm sure." He nodded.

"Okay. So ... what is it that's bothering you? Since, it's not your end of the sentence?" Camille smiled, remembering his speculation, and sighed.

"Well ... see ... there's this guy ... I like." She started, trying not to look Logan in the eye as he stared at her listening. "A lot. And well, he just, doesn't know I exist." Camille stared at her shoes, waiting for a response.

"Well, that's a predicament you're in." Logan said, nodding.

"Yup." Camille agreed.

"You and a million other girls in the world." He said, flashing her that bright smile again. Camille grabbed hold of the sides of the chair, so she wouldn't fall out again. Camille really wasn't used to this type of thing. She was never one to fall for guys, even the cutest of actors she's had the liberty of working with. But now, right here with Logan, she knew he was way different. He had some type of charm on her, one that makes her think of him every time of the day. To smile every time she sees him. For her stomach to flutter whenever he looked her in the eyes.

"Okay. Let's go." He said suddenly, bringing Camille back to reality.

"Wha-I," Stuttered Camille, baffled. "Go where?" Logan smiled at her then sighed playfully, like Camille was being a silly goose.

"Camille," Camille felt her stomach flutter as he spoke her name. "This guy ... You like him, right?"

"Well," Camille started.. "Yeah. I do." There. She said it. She finally admitted it.

"And you want him to be yours, right?" He asked her, completely serious. Camille thought about it. She thought about Logan and her, holding hands, walking on the shoreline of the beach, a bright sunset in the background. She thought of calling him 'honey' and him calling her 'sweetie'. Of going on dates with him, getting dressed up like a princess going to the ball. Of resting her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he breathed. Of resting her head on his shoulder and crying after a failed audition. Of laughing with him, like they had been earlier. Of holding him. Of kissing him. Of him being hers and no one else's.

"More then you could ever know, Logan." She murmured, looking into the pool at the blue ripples of water.

"Okay the. I'm going to help you." He said, causing her to snap her head in his direction.

"You're going to what?" She asked him, not believing her ears.

"I'm going to help you." Logan rolled his eyes playfully. "Now come on, let's go."

"Wait, wait, what? Help me? Help me what, exactly?"

"Help you get this guy! Duh!" Logan shook his head and started to walk away. What? Was all she was thinking until she heard Logan call after her, causing her to jump, and follow after him.

Okay. Not really sure if that was too short or too long but idk. I will update a lot faster then I do for my longer stories, mostly because I have the whole story in my head. I'm not like, winging it. Which is never good and I don't suggest you do so. Especially when writing a longer story.

Review if you please.