8- Big Time Rush (Camille and Logan)

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by Ameliashepherdwife

by Ameliashepherdwife

Camille Roberts and Logan Mitchell sat cross-legged on the worn-out couch in the Palm Woods lobby. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on their faces. They had been friends for years, but lately, something had shifted—a subtle tension that neither of them could ignore.

Camille fiddled with her script, lines highlighted in neon pink. "Logan," she said, "I need your help. I've got this audition for a new play, and I'm nervous."

Logan leaned closer, his shoulder brushing hers. "What's the role?"

She blushed. "It's a romantic lead. I have to kiss the male lead, and—"

"Wait," Logan interrupted, eyes wide. "You've never kissed anyone on stage?"

Camille shook her head. "Nope. I've always played quirky side characters or dramatic villains. But this time, it's different."

Logan grinned. "Well, lucky for you, I'm an expert in stage kisses." He scooted closer, their knees touching. "First, relax. It's all about chemistry. Imagine you're in love with the guy. Feel the tension, the anticipation."

Camille's heart raced. "Like this?" She leaned in, lips hovering over his.

Logan's breath hitched. "Exactly." And then he kissed her—a soft, lingering press of lips. The world blurred, and for a moment, they were the characters in Camille's script.

When they pulled away, Logan's cheeks were flushed. "See? Easy."

Camille's mind buzzed with emotions. "Now it's your turn," she said. "Teach me something."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She pointed at his guitar in the corner. "Play me a song. You're always strumming those chords, but I've never heard you sing."

He hesitated, then picked up the guitar. His fingers danced across the strings, creating a melody that filled the lobby. And then he sang—a soulful ballad about love lost and found. His voice was raw, vulnerable, and Camille felt every word.

When he finished, she clapped. "Logan, that was incredible."

He blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "Thanks. I've never sung for anyone before."

Camille leaned closer, their knees brushing again. "You should do it more often. Maybe even write your own songs."

Logan's gaze held hers. "Maybe I will." And then he kissed her again, a promise woven into the touch.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Camille and Logan sat there, sharing secrets—the art of kissing and the magic of music. Their friendship had transformed, and in that quiet lobby, they discovered that sometimes, the best lessons were the ones that led to love.