Jagan?

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Logan's POV:
I found myself in the comforting presence of James, Kendall, and Carlos as we all sat together on the plush couch, engrossed in our own conversations. The sound of my phone ringing interrupted the ambiance, and I glanced at the caller ID to see that it was Camille, a dear friend of mine. Excitement swelled as I answered the call, eager to catch up with her.

"Hey Camille, how are you?" I greeted her warmly, my anticipation evident in my voice. However, something seemed off about her response. There was a discernible edge of worry that hung in the air, leaving an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Curiosity piqued, I invited her over to my place, hoping that we could talk face-to-face and perhaps alleviate any concerns she may have. "You want to come over and talk about it?" I suggested, my concern growing stronger. It was as if I could feel her emotions through the phone, my empathy overriding any other thought in that moment.
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Her hesitant response only deepened my concern, as her stuttered words failed to convey any reassurance. Worried yet determined, I probed deeper, unable to shake off the nagging feeling that something significant was about to unfold. An idea popped into my head, and without thinking about who else was in the room, I blurted out, "Did you kiss James again?" attempting to lighten the mood and reference a past incident in our friendship.

My expectation was for laughter to fill the air, as we had moved past that particular 'incident' and often joked about it among ourselves. To my surprise, there was only silence on the other end of the line. Panic gripped me, and I quickly glanced at my phone to ensure that the call hadn't been disconnected. The name "Camille" still illuminated the screen, confirming that she was still there, but her lack of response weighed heavily on my mind.

With a crackle of worry in my voice, I called out her name once more, desperately seeking any sign of her presence on the other end of the line. As the seconds ticked by, the silence grew louder, amplifying my concern and leaving me in a state of unease.

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