And So It Goes pt 2
Title: And So It Goes
Author: slynn6776
Rating: T
Fandom: Big Time Rush
Pairings: Logan/Camille and Kendall/Jo
Spoilers: None
Beta: tripp3235
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this? If so, these characters and settings are not mine. I'm only borrowing.
Summary: Katie has a plan, but it's Kelly that ends up needing one.
Chapter 2
Logan knew they'd be arriving way too early for lunch, but that didn't stop him from insisting that he and Katie leave almost immediately. He'd already mapped out the route they'd need to take via the bus, but while you could count on a schedule, you couldn't count on traffic. And traffic in Los Angles was unreal and infuriating, especially for Logan; tardiness gave him hives.
When they finally did arrive on the set of the show Camille had gotten a bit part on, they still had at least an hour to go before lunchtime.
Katie sighed, whipped out her DS, and propped herself up against the nearest light post.
"Won't be long," Logan lied, spotting Camille in the distance and giving her a little wave.
Camille broke character long enough to return the gesture, and then got straight back to work.
Nearly two hours later, and after much moving about and some whining, Katie was done.
"I'm going back to the Palms," she said, standing up and dusting herself off.
"What?" Logan shouted, loud enough to earn a reproach from some nearby assistant to the show. "Katie, you can't..."
"I'm hungry. I'm hot. I'm bored," she rattled off.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I really thought she'd be done by now."
"Well, she's not."
"Okay, how about this," Logan said, looking around him as if Camille was just going to magically show up, ready to go.
Katie stared at him.
"Look," he said, pointing across the street. "There's a diner there. I'll text Camille and we'll go over, get some food, and wait for her. How about that?"
"You're in charge," Katie answered as sarcastically as she could.
Logan tapped out as quick of a message as he could without resorting to net speak. He abided by all the rules, all the time, especially those he'd learned in his AP English classes.
Twenty minutes after they'd been seated and were midway through their plates of burgers and fries, Camille joined them, sliding smoothly into the seat next to Logan.
"I'm so sorry," she said, dropping a quick kiss on Logan's cheek. "I tried to get away earlier, but the director kept doing the same scene over and over, and I was stuck in the background."
Logan said something about it 'not being a problem' as he pushed his plate towards her, silently offering up what was left of his fries. Camille smiled and then, as if she'd just noticed, she turned towards Katie.
"Hi, Katie."
Katie smiled, her lips pushed thin.
"So, um..." Camille began, turning her questioning eyes on Logan.
"Oh," Logan said, sitting up straighter as he shifted to face her. "I'm just... Katie and I are hanging out today," he amended. "Mrs. Knight didn't want her by herself and so..."
"Logan asked me to come along," Katie interjected.
"That was nice of you," Camille said, understanding what hadn't been said.
"Do you want me to call the waitress over?" Logan asked.
"No, that's all right," Camille said. "I'm not that hungry. They had a huge breakfast buffet."
"Wow," Katie muttered under her breath. "Wish someone had sent us that message."
Camille blushed uncomfortably and Logan looked across the table at her in exasperation.
"What?"
"Katie, it's not Camille's fault."
"I didn't say it was," Katie returned, and this time Logan blushed.
"You know," Camille said quickly. "I really should get back. Um, maybe we can get together tonight? Go to a movie or something?"
"He can't," Katie said before Logan had the chance. "He's broke."
Logan had turned his head once more in her direction, ready to speak up, but Camille gently turned his head her way instead.
"That's okay," she smiled, kissing him quick on the lips. "He paid last time. It's my turn to buy."
Logan smiled back at her, the harsh words he'd been about to throw Katie's way, gone from his head.
"Bye, Katie," Camille called as she moved away from the table. "See you later, Logan."
Katie watched as Logan's eyes tracked Camille out of the diner and across the street.
"James was right."
"Excuse me?" Logan said, turning to face the girl on the other side of the table.
"I said, 'James was right,'" Katie repeated.
"About what?"
"I really shouldn't say."
"Well, if it's about me..."
"You really want to know?" Katie asked, eyebrow raised as if she doubted he could handle the truth.
"Yes."
"Okay," Katie sighed, behaving as if he'd forced the answer out of her. "James said that since Camille is the first girl you've kissed, she'd own you for life. And that you wouldn't even be with her if she hadn't told you that she liked you first."
"Who'd he say that to?"
"Kendall."
Logan continued to stare at her.
"And Carlos."
"Where was I?"
"With Camille."
Logan frowned and looked down into his plate, before ultimately pushing it away from him entirely.
After he paid for their lunches, Logan led Katie back to the bus stop in mostly silence. He perked up a bit after they stopped at the mall, as he'd promised, and bought them ice creams. And, Katie was happy to find, by the time they arrived back at the Palms in the early evening, Logan seemed to be back to his old self. She was sorry that he'd felt bad about what she'd told him, but she wasn't sorry for having done it.
"Sixth grade is going to be a complete waste of time," she was busy telling him, as they walked into the lobby. "But what can I do? Mom won't let me skip a grade."
"My parents wouldn't let me skip any grades either," he told her, pushing the up button on the elevator. "They were right, of course. I'm glad now."
"Really?" she asked, surprised. "You could have been in college by now."
"I don't know about that."
"Of course you would have. You're the smartest guy I know."
"No offense," Logan said with a laugh, "but you don't know a lot of guys."
Katie shrugged, stepping out of the way as he unlocked the front door to their apartment.
"Hey," Kendall called, looking over the back of the couch at the two of them as he switched off the television. "Got your note. Sorry, man. If I'd known..."
"You still would have ran off after Jo," Katie finished for him.
Kendall shrugged, not denying it.
"I would have felt worse about it, though," he threw in as an afterthought.
"It's fine," Logan said. "We had fun, right?"
"Yeah," Katie agreed.
"But you and Camille..." Kendall said, sitting up straighter.
"Don't worry about it," Logan interrupted. "Camille and I are going out tonight. Lunch was kind of a bust anyway."
"When's Mom coming home?" Kendall asked, turning to his sister.
"I think she's working a double."
"I'll start dinner then," Kendall said, getting up. "What do you guys want?"
"What about James and Carlos?" Katie asked.
"They're ordering in at the studio," Kendall answered. "I don't know what James did, or didn't do, but they're going to be there for awhile."
"I'm really not that hungry," Logan admitted, sitting on the couch. "And I don't know when Camille will want to go out, but she'll probably want to grab something then."
"Katie?"
"Nah," she said. "If I get hungry I'll make a grilled cheese."
Kendall shrugged and returned to the living room.
"Are you and Jo going out tonight?" Logan asked.
"No," Kendall answered. "She said her dad wants her to stay home and spend some time with the family."
"He doesn't like you, does he?" Katie asked.
"No, I don't think he does."
Katie and Kendall both turned at the sound of Logan's cell ringing. He hopped up quickly and walked out of the room to answer it.
"So," Kendall began, "what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Do?" Katie asked.
"While Mom's at work," Kendall continued. "I can't expect Logan to watch you all day again, and who knows if James and Carlos will even be back, so it'll probably be just you and me. Like the old days."
The frown was quick, but not so quick that Kendall hadn't seen it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Okay," Kendall said, his smile disbelieving, but before he could say anything further, Logan came jogging out of the room the guys all shared.
"Hey," he said, smiling as he clapped Kendall once on the shoulder. "I've got to go. Camille got us tickets to some concert and it starts in half an hour."
"Cool," Kendall said, watching his friend race towards the door. "Hey, just remember that my mom said curfew is midnight."
Logan stopped long enough to throw him a incredulous look.
"Sorry," Kendall said as Logan pulled open the door. "Forgot who I was talking to. Have fun."
"Thanks!" Logan yelled. "See you later, guys."
Kendall moved back to the couch, took hold of the remote, and flipped the television back on.
"Want to watch a movie?" he asked his sister, but she hadn't heard.
Katie was still watching the door.
Author: slynn6776
Rating: T
Fandom: Big Time Rush
Pairings: Logan/Camille and Kendall/Jo
Spoilers: None
Beta: tripp3235
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this? If so, these characters and settings are not mine. I'm only borrowing.
Summary: Katie has a plan, but it's Kelly that ends up needing one.
Chapter 2
Logan knew they'd be arriving way too early for lunch, but that didn't stop him from insisting that he and Katie leave almost immediately. He'd already mapped out the route they'd need to take via the bus, but while you could count on a schedule, you couldn't count on traffic. And traffic in Los Angles was unreal and infuriating, especially for Logan; tardiness gave him hives.
When they finally did arrive on the set of the show Camille had gotten a bit part on, they still had at least an hour to go before lunchtime.
Katie sighed, whipped out her DS, and propped herself up against the nearest light post.
"Won't be long," Logan lied, spotting Camille in the distance and giving her a little wave.
Camille broke character long enough to return the gesture, and then got straight back to work.
Nearly two hours later, and after much moving about and some whining, Katie was done.
"I'm going back to the Palms," she said, standing up and dusting herself off.
"What?" Logan shouted, loud enough to earn a reproach from some nearby assistant to the show. "Katie, you can't..."
"I'm hungry. I'm hot. I'm bored," she rattled off.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I really thought she'd be done by now."
"Well, she's not."
"Okay, how about this," Logan said, looking around him as if Camille was just going to magically show up, ready to go.
Katie stared at him.
"Look," he said, pointing across the street. "There's a diner there. I'll text Camille and we'll go over, get some food, and wait for her. How about that?"
"You're in charge," Katie answered as sarcastically as she could.
Logan tapped out as quick of a message as he could without resorting to net speak. He abided by all the rules, all the time, especially those he'd learned in his AP English classes.
Twenty minutes after they'd been seated and were midway through their plates of burgers and fries, Camille joined them, sliding smoothly into the seat next to Logan.
"I'm so sorry," she said, dropping a quick kiss on Logan's cheek. "I tried to get away earlier, but the director kept doing the same scene over and over, and I was stuck in the background."
Logan said something about it 'not being a problem' as he pushed his plate towards her, silently offering up what was left of his fries. Camille smiled and then, as if she'd just noticed, she turned towards Katie.
"Hi, Katie."
Katie smiled, her lips pushed thin.
"So, um..." Camille began, turning her questioning eyes on Logan.
"Oh," Logan said, sitting up straighter as he shifted to face her. "I'm just... Katie and I are hanging out today," he amended. "Mrs. Knight didn't want her by herself and so..."
"Logan asked me to come along," Katie interjected.
"That was nice of you," Camille said, understanding what hadn't been said.
"Do you want me to call the waitress over?" Logan asked.
"No, that's all right," Camille said. "I'm not that hungry. They had a huge breakfast buffet."
"Wow," Katie muttered under her breath. "Wish someone had sent us that message."
Camille blushed uncomfortably and Logan looked across the table at her in exasperation.
"What?"
"Katie, it's not Camille's fault."
"I didn't say it was," Katie returned, and this time Logan blushed.
"You know," Camille said quickly. "I really should get back. Um, maybe we can get together tonight? Go to a movie or something?"
"He can't," Katie said before Logan had the chance. "He's broke."
Logan had turned his head once more in her direction, ready to speak up, but Camille gently turned his head her way instead.
"That's okay," she smiled, kissing him quick on the lips. "He paid last time. It's my turn to buy."
Logan smiled back at her, the harsh words he'd been about to throw Katie's way, gone from his head.
"Bye, Katie," Camille called as she moved away from the table. "See you later, Logan."
Katie watched as Logan's eyes tracked Camille out of the diner and across the street.
"James was right."
"Excuse me?" Logan said, turning to face the girl on the other side of the table.
"I said, 'James was right,'" Katie repeated.
"About what?"
"I really shouldn't say."
"Well, if it's about me..."
"You really want to know?" Katie asked, eyebrow raised as if she doubted he could handle the truth.
"Yes."
"Okay," Katie sighed, behaving as if he'd forced the answer out of her. "James said that since Camille is the first girl you've kissed, she'd own you for life. And that you wouldn't even be with her if she hadn't told you that she liked you first."
"Who'd he say that to?"
"Kendall."
Logan continued to stare at her.
"And Carlos."
"Where was I?"
"With Camille."
Logan frowned and looked down into his plate, before ultimately pushing it away from him entirely.
After he paid for their lunches, Logan led Katie back to the bus stop in mostly silence. He perked up a bit after they stopped at the mall, as he'd promised, and bought them ice creams. And, Katie was happy to find, by the time they arrived back at the Palms in the early evening, Logan seemed to be back to his old self. She was sorry that he'd felt bad about what she'd told him, but she wasn't sorry for having done it.
"Sixth grade is going to be a complete waste of time," she was busy telling him, as they walked into the lobby. "But what can I do? Mom won't let me skip a grade."
"My parents wouldn't let me skip any grades either," he told her, pushing the up button on the elevator. "They were right, of course. I'm glad now."
"Really?" she asked, surprised. "You could have been in college by now."
"I don't know about that."
"Of course you would have. You're the smartest guy I know."
"No offense," Logan said with a laugh, "but you don't know a lot of guys."
Katie shrugged, stepping out of the way as he unlocked the front door to their apartment.
"Hey," Kendall called, looking over the back of the couch at the two of them as he switched off the television. "Got your note. Sorry, man. If I'd known..."
"You still would have ran off after Jo," Katie finished for him.
Kendall shrugged, not denying it.
"I would have felt worse about it, though," he threw in as an afterthought.
"It's fine," Logan said. "We had fun, right?"
"Yeah," Katie agreed.
"But you and Camille..." Kendall said, sitting up straighter.
"Don't worry about it," Logan interrupted. "Camille and I are going out tonight. Lunch was kind of a bust anyway."
"When's Mom coming home?" Kendall asked, turning to his sister.
"I think she's working a double."
"I'll start dinner then," Kendall said, getting up. "What do you guys want?"
"What about James and Carlos?" Katie asked.
"They're ordering in at the studio," Kendall answered. "I don't know what James did, or didn't do, but they're going to be there for awhile."
"I'm really not that hungry," Logan admitted, sitting on the couch. "And I don't know when Camille will want to go out, but she'll probably want to grab something then."
"Katie?"
"Nah," she said. "If I get hungry I'll make a grilled cheese."
Kendall shrugged and returned to the living room.
"Are you and Jo going out tonight?" Logan asked.
"No," Kendall answered. "She said her dad wants her to stay home and spend some time with the family."
"He doesn't like you, does he?" Katie asked.
"No, I don't think he does."
Katie and Kendall both turned at the sound of Logan's cell ringing. He hopped up quickly and walked out of the room to answer it.
"So," Kendall began, "what do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Do?" Katie asked.
"While Mom's at work," Kendall continued. "I can't expect Logan to watch you all day again, and who knows if James and Carlos will even be back, so it'll probably be just you and me. Like the old days."
The frown was quick, but not so quick that Kendall hadn't seen it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Okay," Kendall said, his smile disbelieving, but before he could say anything further, Logan came jogging out of the room the guys all shared.
"Hey," he said, smiling as he clapped Kendall once on the shoulder. "I've got to go. Camille got us tickets to some concert and it starts in half an hour."
"Cool," Kendall said, watching his friend race towards the door. "Hey, just remember that my mom said curfew is midnight."
Logan stopped long enough to throw him a incredulous look.
"Sorry," Kendall said as Logan pulled open the door. "Forgot who I was talking to. Have fun."
"Thanks!" Logan yelled. "See you later, guys."
Kendall moved back to the couch, took hold of the remote, and flipped the television back on.
"Want to watch a movie?" he asked his sister, but she hadn't heard.
Katie was still watching the door.