|Big Time Disaster
Author: Fish Stick Friday PM
Camille's father is also her best friend. From the moment he saw his daughter run up to Logan and tackle him after shooting the music video for 'The City Is Ours,' Camille's father didn't like Logan. What does this mean for Logan and Camille?Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Logan & Camille - Chapters: 50 - Words: 142,574 - Reviews: 1,017 - Favs: 132 - Follows: 77 - Updated: 11-02-10 - Published: 08-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6196429
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A/N: The poll is closed, and my next project will be (drum roll, please)…Til I Forget About You. So here is a little teaser: Camille finally gets her big break. There are only a couple of problems. First of all, filming is in New York City. Secondly, filming could take months. She doesn't want to leave Logan behind, so she asks him to come with her. When forced to choose between his best friends and his girlfriend, who will Logan choose?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm not making a profit by writing this. This is the last time I will say that…in this story. Um…yay?
Big Time Disaster
The Good Luck Patrol
I was finishing up washing dishes while Carlos was finishing off a third helping of breakfast. One good thing about living with Carlos was that you never had to worry about having leftovers in your refrigerator.
Carlos and I had been back at The Palm Woods for two weeks now. I no longer had to wear a sling. Just by looking at me and Carlos, no one would be able to physically tell that we had almost died at the hands of a psychopath a little more than two weeks ago.
Everything was good again. Well, almost everything. Kendall and James still weren't exactly getting along with one another. They barely ever spoke to one another. On the rare occasions they did, they gave one word answers or spoke in short, clipped sentences. In the sound booth at Rocque Records, the two of them even had to be recorded separately.
"What are we going to do about Kendall and James?" Carlos asked me.
"I don't know, but something has got to give. I don't know how much more I can take of the two of them not getting along," I replied.
Carlos slapped the table with his hand and held his index finger up in the air.
"This looks like a job for…" he started to say.
We stood back-to-back wearing our formal attire—black suit jacket, white tuxedo shirt, black necktie, black dress slacks, black dress shoes, shades, and white button with a black shamrock on it.
"The Good Luck Patrol!" We said in unison. We put our fingers together, and waggled them before saying in high-pitched voices, "Lucky!"
Carlos held his wrist communicator up to his face, before pretending to push a button on it. He made a static sound before speaking.
"Lucky Charm, you go get Kendizzle. I'll get Jamez, over," Carlos said.
I held my wrist communicator up to my face, pretended to push a button, and made a static sound before responding, "Copy that Rabbit's Foot, over."
Carlos went in one direction, and I went in another. I found Kendall in the bedroom that the four of us shared.
"What are you wearing?" he asked when he saw me enter the room. He wasn't sure what to make of my Good Luck Patrol uniform.
"There's a spider in the bathroom. Can you get rid of it for me? You know about my arachnophobia. I couldn't even watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets or Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince for that very reason! Stupid Aragog!" I commented.
Kendall let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at me skeptically. He didn't know what I was up to, but because I was wearing my Good Luck Patrol uniform, he no doubt expected that I was up to something.
"You know, Logie, one of these days, you're going to have to get over your silly fear of spiders," Kendall told me.
I scoffed. "At least my fear is reasonable. Did you know that all spiders are venomous? Venom. That means poison. Besides, you're one to talk about 'silly' fears. This coming from the person who faints at the sight of a tiny paper cut on his finger," I replied.
"Hey! Do you want me to get rid of the spider or not?"
Kendall followed me as I led him into the bathroom. I let him enter first. He barely walked into the bathroom.
"I don't see a spider," he stated.
"You might have to actually walk into the bathroom!" I replied.
Kendall rolled his eyes, and let out another frustrated sigh. However, he reluctantly walked further into the bathroom. I couldn't believe it. My plan was working perfectly.
"Where did you last see the spider?" Kendall asked.
"I think it was in the shower curtain," I answered.
As Kendall searched the shower curtain, I exited the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind me. The door knob had locks on both the inside and outside of the door, so I locked Kendall inside the bathroom.
"Hey! Not cool, Logan!" Kendall yelled, pounding his fists on the bathroom door.
"You're up, Rabbit's Foot," I said softly to myself.
I found James sitting in the lobby, his nose buried in the latest issue of "Pop Tiger" magazine. I leapt over the armrest of a recliner, and plopped down in the seat next to him.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked.
"Reading. Finally finished feeding your face, I see," James replied, not even looking up from his magazine as he spoke to me.
I didn't think anything of James' remark. I was always the last one to finish eating at the dinner table. That was just because I ate more than everyone else—way more. It's not my fault! I'm a growing boy. I need to eat.
"Ooh! Did you see that cool thing in the bathroom?" I asked, excitedly.
"What cool thing?" James replied, looking up from his magazine.
When it came to love for parties, and love for fun in general, out of all of my friends, James was like my equal. After all, we were the 'Hollywood Super Party Kings of Hollywood.' We definitely knew how to have a good time.
"Come on! I'll show you!" I answered.
"This better be worth it. I was in the middle of reading the latest interview with Dak Zevon," James said.
With James following me, I headed back to Apartment 2J. When we entered the apartment, James and I could hear Kendall shouting at Logan to open the door to the bathroom. Phase 1 must have been a success.
"Is that…Kendall I hear?" James asked, a confused look on his face.
Logan unlocked the door, opened it, and I pushed James inside. Logan closed the door, and locked it before either Kendall or James could get out. We gave each other a congratulatory high-five. Phase two was a success too.
"Score one for The Good Luck Patrol!" I commented.
Logan and I touched our fingers together and waggled them.
"Lucky!" We both said in high-pitched voices.
I banged on the bathroom door with my fists.
"Hey! Let me out!" I shouted.
"Nope! Not until the two of you are best friends again!" Carlos yelled back.
I pressed my back against the door, and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I looked over at Kendall and saw that he was sitting on top of the sink. I now knew what Carlos and Logan were trying to do, and I couldn't really blame them for trying, but they were wasting their time. I didn't want to be best friends with Kendall, and I'm sure he didn't want to be best friends with me either.
The two of us sat there trapped in the bathroom in an uncomfortable silence. I kept fidgeting. More than the cold tile floor was making me uncomfortable. Every now and then, I would glance over at Kendall. There were words trying to form on his lips, but he remained silent.
Outside the bathroom door, we could hear Carlos and Logan. They probably had their ears pressed against the bathroom door eavesdropping on us.
"Well, it looks like this could take a while. Hungry?" Logan asked.
"Always," Carlos replied.
Now why didn't that surprise me?
"I'll get the pizza bagels!" Logan said.
"I'll get the fish sticks!" Carlos exclaimed.
My stomach growled. Just my luck. Now the two of them were going to eat without us. I had no idea what time it was. I had no idea how long I had been locked in the bathroom with Kendall. I never wore a watch. One of the reasons was because Carlos always wore a watch, and I was almost always wherever Carlos was. The other reason was because I didn't want to get an ugly watch tan.
"So, how did Carlos manage to get you in here?" Kendall asked, surprising me by even talking to me.
"He said there was a cool thing in the bathroom," I answered. It sounded even more embarrassing saying it out loud.
"Ha! And you fell for that?"
I narrowed my eyes at Kendall who was pointing and laughing at me. I thought we were supposed to be patching things up? This wasn't helping.
"Oh yeah? Well, how did Logan get you in here?" I asked.
That stopped Kendall's laughing. It was pretty clear to me that Carlos and Logan were in on this together. They had used a divide and conquer strategy. Carlos had lured me into the bathroom. Logan had obviously lured Kendall into the bathroom.
"Logan said there was a spider in here he wanted me to get rid of," Kendall replied.
"Ha! And you fell for that?" I remarked, pointing and laughing at Kendall.
After I had gotten over how hilarious it was that Logan used his fear of spiders to trap Kendall in the bathroom, a silence fell over Kendall and I. Only this time, it wasn't as uncomfortable.
I didn't know how Kendall felt about me, but the truth of the matter was that I missed my friendship with him. I missed being able to talk to him. I missed being able to do things with him. I missed being able to sing with him.
I guess a part of me blamed Kendall for Carlos getting kidnapped. A part of me blamed him for what Sid's dad did to Carlos. A part of me blamed Kendall for not stopping Logan from going to rescue Carlos. A part of me blamed Kendall for what Sid's dad did to Logan. A part of me still blamed Kendall for Logan getting stabbed at juvie.
It was weird. This was the longest I had ever held a grudge before. I hated it. I hated every single second of it. Kendall and I should have made up a long time ago. Strangely enough, the more time that passed, the easier it became to just stay mad at Kendall. It was much easier than apologizing to him. Apologizing was for the weak and wrong, and I was neither of those things.
Who was I kidding? I wasn't without blame either. Kendall wasn't the only one who let Sid's dad kidnap Carlos right in front of us. I allowed that to happen to. What other choice did I have though? It was either that or watch Carlos die. I wasn't about to watch Carlos die. Kendall…he felt the same way. If Kendall was to blame for what Sid's dad did to Carlos and Logan, then so was I. Thinking about it, it didn't even make sense why I was even blaming Kendall for something that Sid's dad did. No one would have been able to stop Logan from rescuing Carlos. It was amazing how stubborn Logan could be—how stubborn we all could be. I wasn't able to stop Logan from going off after Carlos either. As far as Logan getting stabbed, Kendall didn't stab him; Camille didn't either. Logan, being the selfless guy he was, put the safety of Kendall and Camille before his own. Besides, Sid stabbed Logan, not anyone else.
My eyes filled with tears when the realization started to sink in. I had been such a jerk to Kendall. I had treated him so poorly. He didn't deserve to be treated how I had been treating him. I was just frustrated. Someone had to be held accountable for all the bad things that happened to Carlos and Logan. I blamed Kendall. He was the leader of our group. If anything goes wrong, the leader is the first one to get blamed. He didn't really do anything wrong though. He didn't really do anything that I wouldn't have done myself were I in his position. In fact, he had been trying to make things right with me for some time now, but I was stupid and stubborn, and chose to stay mad at him instead.
"I'm so sorry, Kendall. Can you forgive me? I've been such a jerk to you. I blamed you for everything when it wasn't your fault. I just hated that all this bad stuff was happening to Carlos and Logan, and I needed someone to blame. So I blamed you, but I shouldn't have. I miss your friendship, Kendall. I miss you," I said, with tears in my eyes.
Much to my surprise, my words brought Kendall to tears as well.
"I'm sorry too, James. I'm the one who should be asking for your forgiveness. I was so angry. I hurt two of my very best friends—you and Carlos. That was inexcusable. Logan was right. He said that I like being in control. I think that's why I snapped. I'm so used to calling the shots. Through all of this though, I wasn't calling the shots at all. Sid was. Sid's dad was. Camille's dad was. Carlos was. Carlos' dad was. Logan was. I was so helpless to do anything about it. Gustavo says that I'm like the leader, but I can't help but feel like I let Logan and Carlos down. I can't help but feel like I let myself down. I can't help but feel like I let you down. I've missed your friendship too, James. I miss being able to talk to you. I miss spending time with you. I miss singing together with you. I miss you," Kendall replied.
I stood up and walked over to him. I put one hand on his shoulder. With my other hand, I lifted up his chin so that he was looking at me.
"Hey, look at me. You didn't let me down. You didn't let any of us down. Okay? Carlos and Logan are back with us. They're safe. We're back together. That's all that matters," I told him.
"Friends?" Kendall asked hopefully, holding his hand up in the air for me to shake.
I not only shook his hand, but pulled him in for a bromantic hug.
"Friends," I responded.
From outside the door, I could hear Logan and Carlos.
"Well, it looks like their friendship is saved thanks to…The Good Luck Patrol!" Logan commented.
"Lucky!" Carlos and Logan said in matching high-pitched voices.
I rolled my eyes. I heard Kendall snicker. Logan and Carlos were so ridiculous with their whole Good Luck Patrol shtick. As much as I hated to admit it, if it hadn't been for them locking me in the bathroom with Kendall, Kendall and I might not be back to being best friends.
"Well done, Lucky Charm," Carlos commented.
"Not too shabby yourself, Rabbit's Foot," Logan responded.
"I think we should celebrate. How about we go on a double date? You and Camille and me and Stephanie."
I heard the front door open and then close shortly after. I tried the door knob on the bathroom door and found that it was still locked.
"Uh…guys? Hello? Somebody? Anybody?" I called out.
A/N: Okay, so that was probably the worst last chapter in the history of fanfiction. I'm sorry. I want to thank everybody from the bottom of my heart for making this the second most reviewed story in this fandom. When I came up with the idea for this, I never in my wildest dreams thought it would get over 900 reviews! Seriously, you all are awesome! You all have exceeded my expectations! You all are the best! I usually am pretty good at finishing anything I start, but if not for the overwhelming response this story got, I probably wouldn't have been motivated enough to see this story through to the end, and I have you all to thank for that! So thank you, thank you, thank you!