A/N: I'm so glad they added characters to the filter selections! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter! It was a bigger response than I had anticipated. Virtual hugs to everyone!
Future pairing musings: Carlos/Kelly, Buddha Bob/Mrs. Knight. Just some thoughts to rot your brain to, now ON WITH THE STORY!

This is set right after Big Time Party. I don't own Big Time Rush and I make no money from this story.


Then Made Better


Logan woke from his nap feeling much better, at least the throbbing in his head was gone. He sat on the edge of his bed for only a minute before pushing off and walking into the living room. Katie was sitting on the couch reading, but no one else around.

"The other guys went to the pool," she said, answering his unasked question.

He nodded and went to the refrigerator for something cool to drink. He leaned his hip against the counter as he took a few swigs.

"Do you like her?"

Logan's head snapped around to look at Katie, she hadn't even raised her head from the pages of her book. He knew exactly who she was talking about, because he'd been asking himself the same question. When he didn't respond right away she slowly looked up at him, still waiting for an answer. "I think she's really cool. Yeah, I guess I like her."

"As more than a friend?" She turned slightly in his direction to get a clearer look at his face.

He thought for a moment. "I don't know, but I suspect it doesn't matter now."

She mused over the bitter tone in his voice. "You know how Camille felt when she found out you were dating two girls at once. I mean when you tried to date them." Her grin was on the evil side of pleasant.

He nodded, he remembered his impromptu dip in the pool.

"Putting yourself in her shoes, do you imagine that's how you feel right now?"

Was he feeling hurt and jealous? "But we aren't dating." It was an excuse and he knew it. "We weren't dating before she met this new guy, Dustin," he spit out the boy's name.

"Maybe not, but Camille has always been focused on you. Now that her attention may be diverted you are threatened."

Reality hit Logan like Gustavo on a rampage. "What should I do?" he asked pitifully.

She shrugged and turned back to her book. "How should I know? I'm only twelve."

He blinked then his mouth curved into a smile. "Thanks, Katie."

"Whatever," she sounded board but she held up her hand to wave him off.


Logan knocked on Camille's door. He'd always know which apartment she shared with her mother, he'd just never been there before. There seemed like there was a very long pause to the anxious singer, he was about to knock again when he heard the door being unbolted.

Camille sighed heavily and barely looked at him when she answered. "What are you doing here, Logan?" It was horrible, she sounded defeated.

He took a step forward, forcing her back or be run over. He silently pushed the door closed behind him as she eyed him with surprise and curiosity. He glanced around the apartment. It was well furnished with a myriad of quirky personal items. It was just what he would've envisioned for her place, homey but eclectic.

He realized that after several seconds of staring he still hadn't answered her. He chuckled nervously, "About earlier..."

She cut him off with a shake of her head. "I don't want to fight anymore right now." She turned but he caught her elbow.

"I didn't come to fight, I came to apologize." She finally looked him in the eyes and Logan caught a glimmer of hope in hers. He let go of her arm now that he had her attention. "I'm sorry I upset you. I was being a bad friend. You were obviously very happy and I wrecked it. Please forgive me?"

He gave her that adorable half smile, half grimace he had a habit of doing when he feared punishment was forthcoming. She debated whether to make him suffer more, but when he looked at her like that it was all over. "I accept."

He swept her into a quick hug and she blushed. They smiled at each other and walked over to the couch. The tension that had been between them a moment ago was now virtually nonexistent.

She looked at him more closely and winced when she noticed the welt on his cheek. "Did I do that?" pointing to the mark.

He touched it cautiously. "Yeah, but it's okay. It doesn't even hurt anymore."

She nodded and looped her hands around one knee, looking away from him again.

"So, what was with all the joy earlier?" As Logan asked, a strange twinge went through his heart.

Camille laughed and bounced in her seat. "Okay, a few weeks ago I had an audition for a minor part in an upcoming movie. I thought it went well and a few days ago I was called back for a second audition. That's not uncommon and can be a good sign that you're in the running for the part. Yesterday I got a call from the producer who told me I didn't get the part."

Logan was confused, how was this making her happy? His heart pinged again when he thought about Dustin and how he may fit into this.

"He had some wonderful things to say about me and ended the call by saying that I'd be hearing from him again. That's something I've been told many times before so I didn't think much about it, besides I was pretty devastated not to get the movie."

She clapped her hands and bounced in place again. "Early this morning the producer called me back! He'd decided to abandon that movie and go with a completely different project he'd been sitting on for years. Get this! He wants me to star in it!"

Logan's mouth dropped open before a massive grin took over. He leaned over and placed a hand on her knee. "Camille! That's so awesome! I'm excited for you!"

Happy tears started to well in her eyes and she could only nod.

He removed his hand and stared across the room for a minute, lost in thought. "Then you met Dustin," he prompted, trying to keep his tone light.

"Yep, he's great isn't he?" She had a dream-like look on her face.

"He seemed nice. You two look good together." He was trying hard to get the words out, for some reason they kept wanting to get caught in his chest.

She laughed brightly. "We do, don't we. It will be fun working with him."

One of Logan's brows shot up. "He's in the movie too?"

She looked at him in surprise and brushed a curl from her face. "Yeah... he's my costar, the other lead."

Logan nodded and looked away. It made sense that that's how she met him. He sighed, not realizing he was doing it, or that she was studding him.

"Logan," she ventured tentatively, "who did you think Dustin was? I mean, if you didn't think I worked with him, what did you think?"

He shut his eyes, wincing at the question. She moved closer and took his hand in hers, making him turn slowly to look at her. "I sort of thought he was your boyfriend, and I wondered why I'd never met him before."

She thought about that startling revelation for a minute. He slipped his hand from hers and she didn't notice. Finally Logan couldn't take the silence any longer. "How long have you two been dating?"

Her eyes sprang to his and her hand came up to her mouth. He wondered why she was looking at him so oddly. Her hand came down in a slow sweeping motion, on her face was a look of profound understanding. "Is that why you were so cold to him? Because you thought we were dating?" Her voice told the story that she most likely knew what the answers were.

He looked away, he wasn't sure what'd come over him earlier. It wasn't like him to play the angry bad-boy. Or act like a...

She gently cupped his cheek with her palm to get him to look at her again. "Logan, were you jealous of Dustin?" Hope had filled her face again.

"Maybe, I don't know," he said truthfully.

"Why?"

"Why was I jealous or why don't I know?" he asked with a grin.

She smiled, "Why would you be jealous?"

He sprang to his feet and turned away. He heard her gasp in surprise, but it was easier to say these things when he wasn't looking at her. "You've always been there, Camille. I guess I was worried that things would change now."

She went quiet but he didn't turn back to her. "Things are changing," she said softly. "I'll be away most days working on the movie. I'm sorry I won't be here for you."

This time the hurt in her voice made him turn around. "That's not what I meant." His voice had gone uncharacteristically soft too. She looked up and he came over and squatted in front of her. "I'm sorry but I always thought you'd be here for me."

She gave him a puzzled expression. "You said that already."

He shook his head. "I mean that you were my safety net. If all other girls failed me, I'd at least have you." She looked affronted but he held up his hand to continue. "I know that's not very flattering, but when I met Dustin I also realized it was a load of bunk." He took one of her hands in his. "You weren't my fall-back girl anymore. I realized I wanted you all to myself, not sharing with anyone else... except your mom, and whatever studio you'll work for..."

She squeezed his lips between her index finger and thumb to get him to stop babbling. When he took a deep breath in through his nose she released him. They smiled at one another before he continued at a slower pace.

"Then I asked myself why should I expect that from you when I don't expect that kind of loyalty from myself. Truth is, I don't deserve your friendship."

Camille analyzed him, her expression was neutral but she didn't withdraw her hand from his. "I will always be your friend and I will always be here for you," reiterating her earlier statement with complete sincerity.

He looked down at their hands sullenly. "Why are you so good to me? I don't deserve it."

"You keep saying you don't deserve things, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Can't you see, Logan? You are an incredibly talented guy."

He made a scoffing noise that stopped her. "Kendall and James are talented, I was just brought along for support."

She hit him in the arm and he fell back to sit on the floor. His eyes snapped to hers. "What was that for?" he cried as he rubbed the sore spot.

"For being an idiot that can't see his worth!" She narrowed her eyes at him. "You listen to me Logan Mitchell, I never want to hear you talk about yourself that way again!" She sat on the edge of the couch with her fits on her hips. "You are talented, brilliant, and very cute – when your not being a pain."

There was a distinct pinking to her cheeks, he wondered if she was really that mad at him. He was silent a little longer. "Thank you, Camille. From now on I will try to be the type of friend you deserve, and I promise not to be too hard on myself." She smiled at him and he returned it.

He stood to go, knowing he'd taken too much of her time already. "Congrats again on the movie. It's awesome news."

She looked up at him with shining eyes. "Thank you."

"Well, I'll be seeing you." He turned and moved slowly to the door. He had his hand on the knob when he turned back. "One last question. I know you think I'm talented and all that, but why me? Why did you want me to be your friend and not one of the other guys?"

She paused and her eyes widened for a second before setting with determination. Slowly she rose from the couch and made her way over to him. "Oh, Logan. Don't you know?"

Her words were breathless and he probably wouldn't have heard them if the room hadn't been so still. She stopped right in front of him and he looked into her unwavering gaze.

"From the first moment I saw you I've been madly in love with you."

His brows shot up. He studied her to see if that was just another line she was practicing on him, but he could tell that it wasn't. She'd opened herself up to him, he could see her raw feelings pulsing across her face. Her hands were twisting together in front of her as she waited for him to say something, anything. Part of him still mentally said he didn't deserve that type of devotion, but the recent punch to his arm had him driving those thoughts away.

"Camille." It was all he could say, all he needed to say. He closed the short distance between them and pulled her into a tight hug. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his torso. He pulled back after a long minute and placed a hand on her cheek, keeping his other arm around her waist. He rubbed her soft skin with his thumb.

Suddenly a huge smile spread across his face.

"What?" she asked, curious.

"I was thinking I wanted to kiss you." She blushed at that. "Then I thought about that time you kissed me in the lobby."

She blushed even harder and looked away from him.

His voice softened. "That wasn't for an audition was it? You just didn't want me going after Jo."

"Maybe," she said quietly. There was a reason they called him 'the smart one'.

He chuckled and moved his hand back down to get a better grip on her waist. "You're the best, and I'm sorry I was so blind before."

"It's alright."

He frowned slightly. "No. It's not. All this time I've been missing out on this really cool girl, and she was within arms reach the whole time."

She smiled a soft smile that he knew was only for him. They stood there studying each other, now with new perspectives.

"Logan," Camille finally broke the silence.

"Hm?" he responded.

"Can we go back now to the part where you wanted to kiss me?"

He laughed heartily. "I think that can be arranged," he said with a grin. He leaned down and she tilted her head up to meet him.

The kiss was soft and utterly perfect, neither one wanted it to end.

When they separated a minute later he rested his forehead on hers. "I love you, Camille," he breathed. She shuddered in his arms. "Are you alright?" he asked, suddenly concerned he'd done something wrong.

"Yes, I just never thought I'd hear you say that. I've dreamed it so many times..." her voice dissolved into tears.

He tilted her face up so he could kiss the salty drops off her cheeks. "I love you. I love you," he repeated over and over with each kiss, until she smiled again. When she had recovered he took her lips once more.

When he finally let her go again they were both breathless. "Wow," she said, taking air back into her lungs.

He felt the same way, having a hard time comprehending it all. "Yeah." Neither one could manage high articulation at that moment. Logan pulled her head to his chest and ran a hand over her wild curls.

"So," he started slowly, "will I have anything to be worried about with this Dustin guy?" She chuckled and it felt strange in his arms.

"I don't know. If we three start hanging out allot I might be the one that has to worry about you." She tilted her head back up to see his puzzled expression. She laid a hand on his cheek to reassure him. "Dustin is gay."

They both laughed until their sides ached.

After the mirth died down he looked at her tenderly. "Did I make your day better again?"

"You mean after you totally ruined it?" She put on a mock frown.

He chuckled. "Yes, after I totally ruined it."

She thought for a moment, making him sweat, then a smile spread across her face. She looped her arms around his neck. "I believe you've redeemed yourself, Mr Mitchell." She stretched up to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. "This did turn out to be my best day ever."

He smiled. "Mine too."

*The End*


A/N: I'm sorry they went a little ooc there at the end, couldn't be helped. ^-^ Thank you for reading, as always I love reviews/critiques!

comedy!bunny and I got together to write this piece but we were beaten about the head by angst!bunny until we submitted to his will. I'm sorry, I just can't seem to escape the angst!bunny. But that's okay, he seems to hang out all the time with romance!bunny, so it's cool.