Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush.
The Boy Is Mine
Chapter 1-Stephanie, meet Camille
"Are you still mad at me?" Stephanie asked.
"Yes!" Logan replied.
"For the hundredth time, I'm sorry!"
"For the hundredth time, I don't forgive you!"
"Why not? Your three best friends did."
"Yeah, well you didn't scare the crap out of them. Literally."
Try as she might, Stephanie couldn't contain her laughter. She full out snickered at Logan's comment. This earned her a glare from Big Time Rush's resident brainiac, which only made Stephanie laugh even harder.
"Oh, come on. It's adorable that you get scared so easily, and so badly, might I add?" Stephanie remarked.
"Shut up!" Logan retorted.
The aspiring horror filmmaker was intrigued by Logan. The rest of Big Time Rush had already forgiven her for being the Palm Woods Ghost. Logan was the only one who has not. She couldn't help but wonder if this was an isolated incident or if Logan was just different than his three best friends. If the latter was the case, Stephanie was even more intrigued by Logan.
"By the way, you make for some very hot ghost bait," Stephanie remarked.
Logan could've sworn he felt his cheeks heat up.
"Will you stop following me around? What, are you stalking me or something?" Logan asked, quickly changing the subject.
"I won't stop following you around until you are no longer mad at me," Stephanie responded.
"See? So you are stalking me!"
"I am not!"
"Actually, you are."
"Conveniently being everywhere I am equals you stalking me."
"How else am I going to get you to forgive me?"
"You could start by leaving me alone."
"Nope. Not until you forgive me."
"Fine. I'll just keep 'stalking' you then!"
Logan rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. He really didn't appreciate Stephanie using air quotes. He felt like finding the nearest wall and banging his head repeatedly on it. Stephanie was starting to become worse than Camille on the whole stalking him thing.
Camille. She was so going to kill Logan if she found Stephanie following him around everywhere. Logan just wasn't sure if that was before or after she threw him in the Palm Woods pool again and gave him the silent treatment for another week.
"Why do you need my forgiveness?" Logan asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose. All this was starting to give him a headache.
"Because I hate it when people are mad at me," Stephanie answered.
"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you started masquerading as a ghost to scare people!"
"Hey, it's not my fault you're so easily frightened."
Part of Logan's allure, at least to Stephanie, was that he had an adorable personality, and was cute as a button to boot. All of Big Time Rush was hot, but there was something about Logan in particular that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. She couldn't quite put her finger on it though, and it was bugging the heck out of her.
"What if I were to kiss you? Then would you forgive me?" Stephanie asked.
"I really don't think that's such a good i—" Logan started to say before she planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "—dea."
Logan was completely frozen in his tracks. He had this deer in headlights expression etched on his face. Just as Stephanie was basking in what had just transpired between her and Logan, she felt someone grab her by the shoulder and roughly spin her around.
Stephanie found herself face-to-face with the Method Actress Queen, Camille.
"What do you think you're doing?" Camille asked, infuriated.
"What is he, your boyfriend or something?" Stephanie asked, selfishly hoping the answer was 'no.'
Logan leaned in closer in anticipation of Camille's response. He himself was wondering what exactly he and Camille were to one another.
"As a matter of fact, he is. I see you're new here, and you obviously didn't get the memo, so let me be the first to teach you; the boy is mine! I will destroy anyone who gets in the way!" Camille warned.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Stephanie inquired.
"I'm an aspiring horror filmmaker. I don't frighten easily. Unlike some people. Besides, the fact that he's taken draws me in not scares me off. I do love a good challenge."
Logan felt as though he should step in between the two feuding girls. However, at the risk of bodily harm to him, he ultimately decided to just sit back and watch. It was weird. He had this strange feeling of déjà vu.
"I'm warning you!" Camille exclaimed shoving Stephanie hard.
"Don't shove me!" Stephanie retorted, shoving back.
Camille pulled back her hand, and slapped Stephanie so hard across her left cheek that it almost sounded like a gun had been fired. Logan cringed. He had been on the receiving end of a Camille slap before, and it did not feel good.
"Oh, so it's like that, huh?" Stephanie asked before returning the favor.
Logan cringed once more. He had never felt a Stephanie slap before, but he wasn't about to volunteer any time soon either.
Camille let out a primal scream before tackling Stephanie to the ground. The two of them rolled around on the floor, jockeying for position. Logan, though initially entranced by the spectacle before him, scurried off to apartment 2J for some help.
Back in Minnesota, James was the one who always got the girl. Here in Los Angeles, on two separate occasions now, Logan has had two girls fighting over him at the same time. That would explain the feeling of déjà vu he had earlier. Which begs the question—what the heck is wrong with this town?
To Be Continued…