Here's the replacement. It's basically an intro. Thank you for all the support each and everyone of you guys gave me!

This is an AU fic. They are all in high school specifically a private boarding school.

James, Kendall, Carlos, Jo, Logan, Camille, Annie, Stephanie are 17 and seniors.

Katie is a freshman and is fourteen.

Lucy, Dak and Wayne are sixteen and juniors.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me except the plot. This plot is mine. I don't own BTR (both show or group)

This is a Lomille.


When I'm on stage I know who I am. I am the invincible, I am the almighty, I am a character. I can say what I want (as long as it's in the script), I can do what I want (as long as it's in the script), and I can act however the hell I want (as long as it's in the script). The stage is my comfort.

Yet, the second all that make up and costume junk comes off, I know who I really am. I am Camille Elizabeth Roberts, theatre major, outcast, and hopelessly in love with Logan Mitchell.

Don't even get me started about that kid. Even now in senior year, my love has yet to disappear. It's because of this love that I'm hiding in a bush twenty yards away watching him with binoculars that I got from my spy kit.

Everything about him is perfect. The way even just the slightest smile can carve out those luscious dimples, or the way his hair is always done to perfection. The way his school blazer hugs him the right way.

I take out my notebook and continue observation.

11:42 AM

Monday, 9/13/11

Logan is sitting wearing his usual school blazer. He looks frustrated and tired. He has that big health test in the next few hours. He clings to his textbook tightly as if his life depended on it. If only he could hold me that way. His hair lacks it's usual spikey-ness but I take it as him being too stressed to even comprehend that simple act of hygiene.

He tenderly flips the page and-

"At first, I thought this was a freshman crush but this is just ridiculous. She's hiding in a fucking bush!" I heard Jo hiss.

I turned just as my three best friends stopped in front of me obscuring my perfect view of Logan.

"Guys, I can hear you alright? Now move out of my way you're interfering with Logan time!" I whispered.

"Logan time?" Annie asked.

"Yup, it's official our girl is crazy." Stephanie confirmed.

"I can hear you." I said in a sing song voice.

"We know." Jo answered.

I closed my notebook and grabbed my dark purple messenger bag off the floor. I can't believe they ruined my Logan time. We walked away as quickly as we could in hopes that Logan wouldn't notice me getting out of the bush.

"So what's so important that you guys had to ruin my time with my Logie?" I whined.

"He's not your Logie, dear. " Jo retorted.

"And, we've been looking for you for an hour. You have a meeting with Waltz in his office." Annie added.

I stopped in my tracks when I heard the information. Me? I had a meeting with Waltz? Mr. Waltz wants to see me?

"Oh my God. This could only mean that-"

"He wants to talk about you and your script" all three of them finished for me.

"Exactly!" I said jumping.

Mr. Waltz is basically the link for any theatre major here at Wainavo Academy to Juiliard. If he thinks you've got it then you got it. If he wants to see me, then that has to be a sign for something.

"Aww, look at her she can't wipe the grin off her face." Jo cooed.

"Guys, this is all I've ever wanted. What if this is my chance? I mean I did apply to other schools but getting into Juiliard proves something. Something that I've needed proving all my life." I explained.

They all nodded in understanding as we walked over to the theatre building.

My mind goes back to how I ended up here at boarding school in the first place.


"No, absolutely not." My dad said.

"Okay, give me a chance. Dad, I got in. That has to mean something right?"

I sat in his office as he filed some papers. He had a slight scowl on his face.

"Oh it means, something alright. It means that you disobeyed me. You forged my signature and tricked your nanny into taking you to that stupid audition to that stupid school. Not to mention, you do know it's in California Camille. That's halfway across the country."

"I know dad and I'm sorry. I really am but this is my dream, my chance."

"Don't be so dramatic, Elizabeth." He said distractedly.

"Camille, dad. Just because I have her name doesn't mean I'm her." I said referring to my mother.

"I know darling." My dad said softening with guilt.

"Daddy, please. I'll even make a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?" he asked curiously.

At thirteen, I had a pretty good idea of what a good deal was. Then again having a lawyer as a dad helped tremendously in that area also.

"Well, let me do one semester there and if I fail I will come back home and start on my future as a lawyer and taking over the family firm, if I succeed I keep going. Until I fail academically or call you crying and pleading with you to let me come home then I stay at Wainavo Academy." I said confidently.

He looked at me for a long time. I thought he was going to yell at me or something but instead a smile appeared on his face.

"How did you get to be so smart at age thirteen?" he asked jokingly.

"I learned from the best."

End of Flashback.

"You can do this, sweetheart." Jo said grabbing my hand.

We were in front of the theatre building now and it was time to face my moment of truth. I couldn't believe this was happening. I would finally prove my dad wrong. Juiliard here I come!

"Okay, I'll meet you guys in our room later after my afternoon classes alright?" I asked as they all nodded.

"Good luck!" yelled Annie.

"We have faith in you!" Stephanie encouraged.

I tightened the strap of my messenger bag and courageously walked into the building. The second I walked in I felt completely at ease. Everyone was rushing back and forth, some in a hurry to get to the other side of campus and others practicing monologues.

I smiled as I walked down the hallway feeling at home in this place of chaos and stage acting.

I knocked on Mr. Waltz's door and was immediately met with a response telling me to come in.

"Hey Mr. Waltz, I got a message saying you wanted to see me."

I knew my voice was shaking but I honestly couldn't contain my excitement. This was it. This meeting was going to change my life completely.

"Ah yes, hi Camille have a seat." He motioned towards a chair a few feet away from him that I anxiously took.

Mr. Waltz ran a hand through his greyish black hair and fixed his glasses before he began.

"Now, Camille you know I enjoy having you in my class, right?"

I nodded, my mood had now switched to one of dread. Was I getting kicked out of my major?

"Yes, I enjoy having your class. You totally changed acting for me. You got me to realize there's more than just actors but people behind them."

He smiled before continuing.

"That's great. I'm happy for that. I was actually wanting to talk to you about that. I was looking at your script that you handed in as your last project of your junior year and I thought it was remarkable. Your characters were realistic, and had depth to them. They were a bit too real. It was like I was literally there with them in each scene." Mr. Waltz said.

"Sir, that's actually what I was going for. I wanted to write a script that not only could people like my friends and I could relate to but I wanted you to really feel them, feel the emotion." I explained.

I bit my lip as I waited for him to respond.

"That's why I came to you. I feel like the script you handed in August wasn't your best. It was good don't get me wrong but it's not like the others. I want you to fix it up. Add some more depth to the characters. I know it's only a rough draft but still I'm giving yours back early to you Camille. I see so much potential in you that it hurts to see you hand in something like this."

"Oh." I replied. "You see potential in me?"

"Do I? Hell yes. I've seen you on that stage Camille, and you power over anyone else there but your writing is what really puts you on top. This rough draft is part of your end of senior year project, correct?" Mr. Waltz said.

"Yeah. This is the first half and then the next half is actually putting on the play. But the play isn't until the end of the year."

"Okay, then you have time. I'm here to help you Camille. I believe that so many great things will come from you. This script is a love story correct?"

I nodded.

"Then find that love. The script seemed to be too commercial and stereotypical for you. Where is the real stuff you usually bring to the table?" he asked.

"It's around here somewhere, Mr. Waltz. Trust me, this will be one kick ass script and an even better play." I said.

"I believe you."

We sat there in silence as I thought about what he said. This was the first time one of my scripts centered around love. Yeah, my others usually have a little romance in them but this one was literally an angst but with so much romance. Yet, it came out fake to him.

I've never been in a real loving relationship so how can I write about one?

"Oh and Camille, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about." Mr. Waltz added, interrupting my thoughts.


"As one of my few remarkable students, I'd like to ask you a favor. As you know each student has to earn a Fine Arts Credit to graduate. This means they have to take a class in music, theatre, matter what major they decide to pursue. Well, one senior has just recently transferred into my Drama I class and well he sucks at acting."

"So you want me to help him? Like be an acting coach?" I asked.

"Yes, that's exactly it. He's a Medical major so you can usually find him by that building. He's a good kid and does well in his other classes, it's just acting isn't his thing and all the other classes that would give him this credit are full. He has to do acting."

Wait, Medical major? Smart? He's also a guy. It can't be who I think it is right?

"Okay, I will. Who is he?"

Before Mr. Waltz could answer me, the door to his room opened. I turned my head and froze.

"Ah, Mr. Mitchell there you are. Meet your tutor Camille."

Logan smiled slightly. My breathing picked up and I began to feel a bit dizzy.

"Camille, you look a bit pale." I heard Mr. Waltz say.

I was losing my sense of consciousness as the room swirled around me and darkness replaced it all.

So she fainted! Yup. So here is the new story and I hope you guys enjoy. I feel really sick right now so to all of you who gave me their email to send you the plot and chapters of LTLA I will do that all either tonight or tomorrow.

I got a cold so this weekend is not turning up as fun for me. Thank god I have all next week off because of Thanksgiving. I hope you guys like this story. It's going to be twenty chapters long. Knowing me I'll go over twenty.

Thanks for reading and please review. I really want to know what you guys think of this so I can continue.