OK, so I know I should be updating my other stories, but I'm having some pretty bad writer's block. And then this happened. It will probably only be a few chapters long. I hope you like it. Reviews make me happy :)

Camille's POV

Being an actress can really help you out in life. It can help you carry out BTR's devious schemes, make your parents happy, and even hide being sick. Now, you may be thinking why I would ever want to hide being sick, considering that most teenagers like to pretend to be sick, so that they can miss school or whatever else annoys them. However, when your boyfriend is practically a doctor and worries to much, you may want to lie to his friends and say that you're fine.

"Hey, Camille, are you feeling alright? You keep spacing out," observed Jo. I was happy that her tone was quiet for two reasons; one, so that nobody else could hear, and two, because my head was killing me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, hoping that my acting skills would kick in sometime soon.

"OK, then," she said, but I could hear disbelief in her voice.

James, Carlos, Kendall, Jo, and I were all hanging out at the Palm Woods pool. The boys were busy wildly splashing each other in the water while Jo and I sunbathed. Logan was at a math seminar (that boys were allowed to go to; he wasn't about to repeat the Phoebe Nachee incident) and wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon. I was hoping that I would be feeling better by then, since it was only ten o'clock at the time. I didn't want Logan to know that I sick because he would get all worked up and worry too much. If any of his friends found out that I was ill, they would surely call him and he would come home early, and I really wanted him to enjoy his math that day.

A couple of minutes later, the boys hopped out of the pool to come talk to us, which under any other circumstances would have been great. But, considering that I was bent on hiding that my head hurt and that I felt cold and shaky, that annoyed me.

"Hello," I said through my teeth.

"Hola, Camilla," greeted Carlos.

"Hey," said James.

"Hello, Mrs. Mitchell," teased Kendall before he turned to Jo.

"We've only been dating for two months and you're already joking about that," I complained. Secretly, it made me happy, but I didn't want them to know just how obsessed I was with their incredibly hunky friend.

Kendall didn't respond because he was too busy flirting with his girlfriend and James didn't because he was scanning the pool for Rachael, but Carlos seemed to catch on to my mood.

"Why are you so sad, Camille?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm not sad," I replied tersely.

"Well you're upset about something. Is it because Logie's away?"

"I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Yes I am."

"Don't lie to me.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are.

"No I'm not."

"Please tell me what's wrong, Cami."

"I would if there was anything wrong."

"Camille."

"Carlos."

"Wait… what? You're confusing me, Camille. It's making my head hurt."

"Bet you anything that my headache is worse."

"So that's what's wrong!"

"No, I-

"Camille, why didn't you tell us that you were sick?"

"Shhh! I'm not sick. I just didn't sleep much last night, that's all. I'm just tired, Carlos."

"I don't believe you. Should I call Logan?"

"NO!"

"Carlos," started Kendall, "did you just say something about calling Logan?"

"Yep, I think Cami Bear is sick."

"No I'm not," I insisted.

"I knew something was wrong," said Jo.

"Nothing is wrong!"

"You do look a little pale, Camille."

"Kendall, I'm fine. I'm just a little tired."

"I still don't believe you."

I was about to reply, but I my stomach started doing flips and I thought I was going to throw up. Thankfully, it passed, but not without the others becoming worried.

"Camille? You look really sick."

"Are you OK?"

"Cami Bear?"

"I'm OK," I sighed.

"Stop lying, Camille!" yelled a frustrated Carlos.

"What are you lying about?" asked James, who had given up after striking out with every girl at the pool.

"She says she's fine but she's sick."

"For the last time, I am NOT-

I was once again cut off by a sick feeling in my stomach, but this time I had to bolt away from the pool and to the nearest trashcan. I felt a cool pair of hands gently holding my hair back while I threw up.

"It's OK, you're OK, Camille," murmured Jo.

I heard Kendall, James, and Carlos catch up to us.

I was gasping for air by the time I was finished. I really didn't want to face the reactions of the others, but I knew I had to. I slowly turned around and saw four faces full of concern.

"You're really sick, Camille," commented James.

"I knew you were sick," said Carlos, but he looked too worried to be triumphant.

"You poor thing," cooed Jo.

"I'm going to go call Logan," announced Kendall.

"NO!"

"Yes, Camille."

"Please don't."

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to call your boyfriend."

"Why?"

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't?"

"Because he loves math and I'll be fine. I'm not that sick."

"What I just saw says you are very sick."

"Plus, you're burning up," frowned Jo, who had previously had her hand on my forehead.

"All the more reason to call Logie," concluded Kendall.

"But-

And then it all went black.

Oh no! Poor Camille! Hopefully her knight in shining amour shall arrive soon.