Bittersweet Love

Chapter 22

Kendall's point of view:

"No secrets! He said no more secrets! And what am I doing?! I lie to him all the time!"

"Calm down," Jo says to Carlos.

"Calm down?! How am I supposed to do that? Do you have any idea what it's like to look at his face and lie to him?"

"Carlos," I say, "if you forget, Jo and I are lying to Logan too."

"Yes, but only for me. That amounts to the same thing," he says exhausted and falls down beside Jo on the couch. "He's been so depressed lately and when I deliberately lie to him then I just feel bad."

"Yeah, right now neither Logan nor Camille are happy," Jo agrees.

"Yeah, but honestly," I say slowly, "to make such a riot just because the two aren't allowed to have sex anymore … That's pretty stupid."

Carlos nods, but Jo rolls her eyes. "That's so typical," she mumbles annoyed.

"What?" Carlos and I ask at the same time.

"It's not about sex. They want to have time for themselves, but people are always with them. Didn't you notice that they didn't even have a date lately?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it," Carlos says slowly, nodding.

"Actually, it's very simple: We have to make sure that the two of them finally have time for themselves. Even if it's only for a few hours."

Jo looks at me doubtfully. "How do you want to do that? Mr. Roberts guards Camille at every turn. And Mrs. Knight-"

"You don't have to worry about my mom. But you are right. The problem is Mr. Roberts."

"It will be impossible to get him away from Camille," Carlos says. I look at him thoughtfully. "Would you agree with that?"

He looks at me with a half smile. "Honestly, if I have a choice between a Logan, who's alone but sad, and a Logan, who's happy with Camille … I prefer the second option. Even if I don't like it. But I just can't stand Logan's mood anymore."

James's point of view:

"Unbelievable! Dak Zevon has a new girlfriend again," I murmur to myself as I read the new Pop Tiger. Why does he get all the girls? He doesn't even look half as good as me … Right?

"Hey, Logan, you think I look a lot better than Dak Zevon, don't you?"

When no answer comes from him, I turn to him a little insulted and see that he has fallen asleep. Well, somehow that was to be expected. I look around the pool area to find someone to talk to. Jett, no way! The Jennifers, mmh ... not today. Guitar Dude, possible. I want to go over to him, when I hear a voice say, "Hey, James."

I turn around and start grinning. Camille approaches me from the lobby. When she reaches me, she hugs me briefly and sits down next to me. "How are you?"

I wave off. "I'm fine, as always. Definitely better than our sleepyhead here," I say, pointing to Logan. She looks at him and her face reflects a mixture of concern and love.

"And how are you?" I ask suspiciously. She shrugs. "I'm good."

"That's a lie," I say seriously, looking at her reproachfully. "Why are you lying to your best friend, Cami?"

Now she smiles a little bit. "Okay, you got me. I'm sorry. I'm not feeling so well right now. But you can understand that, right?"

"You've changed, Cami. What happened to my mentor and best friend? If I can help you somehow, say it."

"I know, James. This whole thing with my dad is worse than I thought. And I'm worried about Logan … I know how much you and the others want to help us, and when I know how you can do that, then I'll tell you."

"Hey," I say, grinning, "I said I want to help you. What makes you think that this offer applies to Logan too?"

She laughs and I laugh with her. We talk for a few more minutes, then I decide to go and give her and Logan - who is still sleeping - some time for themselves. I'm a good friend. "You should wake him up soon. Otherwise he will get a sunburn. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

Camille laughs again and hugs me goodbye. I wink at her and make my way to the lobby. Just before I'm there, I turn around. Camille has bent down to Logan. She strokes his hair and kisses him on the cheek. He opens his eyes, yawns and looks at her with a smile. Thoughtfully, I enter the lobby. There has to be a way to help them.

'Maybe the others will think of something,' I think as I wait for the elevator. When it's there and the doors open, Kendall and Carlos are standing in front of me. When they see me, they say at the same time, "There you are."

"Guys, we need a plan."

"We are working on it," they say again at the same time, grinning and pulling me into the elevator.