Author's Note: Hey y'all! This is my first FanFic, so feel free to leave

CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. If you hate it, don't just be like, 'u sux eggs go die'. Tell me WHY I sux eggs (I draw the line at dying, though). But I don't think you'll need to. +overconfident smirk+

Disclaimer: To my deep disappointment, I don't own Big Time Rush or anything else in this story except for the plot. +dejected sigh+ I'm still working on buying Carlos Pena jr., though…

Camille's Point of View

After a grueling audition for a part in that TV show about those two twins attending a high school on a boat (I was beaten by some blonde chick), I plop my tired butt on a poolside chair, put my iTouch earbuds in my ears, crank up 'Imma Be' by The Black-Eyed Peas, and doze off into a Fergie-induced haze.

A while later, I'm awakened by someone screaming, "Holy crap! Marshmallows!" Also, the All-American Reject are blasting 'Gives You Hell' and it's impossible to sleep through that song.

Anyway, Carlos appears to be gorging himself on marshmallows that Kendall has handed him. Why would they give him sugar? I should be fearful for my life in:

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Hey! He's early! Carlos screams something along the lines of "WWWHHHHHOOOOOOOAAAACORNFLAKES!!!!!!!" Oh, that poor boy. He runs to edge of the pool (doesn't he know how dangerous that is? Oh, right, sugar high.) and flips in. By 'flips', I mean 'does a double somersault in the air and very nearly breaks his neck on the edge '.

The rest of the guys, laughing like crazy, run to the edge and jump in after him.

Well, Logan doesn't.

He walks because he knows how dangerous it is to run by a pool! (If I seem really worked up about this, it's because it's one of the rules that my parents drilled into me when I was little and just learning how to swim. They also told me that it was un-American and borderline Satanic that I didn't like hamburgers. They left me alone after I pointed out that they didn't like Oreos dunked in milk. I love my mom and dad!)

That's just one of the many things I love about Logan--his caution. His inability to just charge headlong into a situation without first weighing the outcomes. Wait—that's two things. Whatever.

My eyes are glued to Logan's defined chest and abs. Was he this ripped when he got to the lovely(ish) PalmWoods? I swear! He's like a flippin' god!

And for some reason, the sheer sexiness of the beads of water trailing down his torso makes me sad.

Why doesn't he like me?

I would be the first to admit that I am incredibly weird. It's pretty undeniable.

But I've helped the guys out more than a few times. And James seemed to like me enough when I tried to help him get his acting career started. It's a shame he didn't score the role, though.

He'd make a good wizard or whatever. I can't even remember what the thing was. However, as hot as James is (I'm a girl! I can't help but notice!), I only have eyes for Logan…who seems to be staring pretty intently at something.

I turn my head and nearly fall out of my chair because he's gawking at a girl who I would be more than happy to call an abomination.

Sadly, she's flippin' gorgeous. She has shoulder length red hair and is wearing sunglasses, so I can't tell what color her eyes are. Her skin is a beautiful, flawless, buttery cocoa and she's got a fantastic figure, but she's wearing a pretty modest green and blue striped one-piece. Crap. Now I can't call her a skank!

She walks over drops onto the chair next to mine, and without turning to me, says, "Hi, I'm Jasmine. Are those guys still staring at me?"

I nod. "Yup. Be careful if you don't want them stalking you like the crazies they are. Actually, I should probably introduce you guys." Aargh! Damn my niceness! Why can't I just be more normal? I have to either slap them or make friends with them!

Oh, well. Maybe she's a total bitch and will show her true colors after a few minutes in conversation.

We get up, walk to the pool, and I yell, "Guys! We know you were staring! The jig is up!" I'm not sure why I added that last sentence. I guess I've just been wanting to try it in dialogue.

Anyhow, the guys sheepishly wade over to us.

"Jasmine, Big Time Rush. Big Time Rush, Jasmine. the blond one's Kendall, the one with the best hair is James, the spazzy Latino is Carlos, and Logan's"--the adorable one! the one I love! the one YOU CAN'T HAVE!!!!!-- "the one staring at you the most." I finish, gesturing broadly towards each of the guys in turn.

Logan blushes. James beams. "You really think I have the best hair?" He whips out a comb from somewhere—I don't need to know the exact location—and begins to rake it through his wet hair.

I turn my head to Jasmine, knowing her question before it even has time to show on her face. "He's not gay." The guys laugh. James glares at me. "What? You were basically projecting the image!" I laugh.

Then my eyes flick over to Logan and my happy mood is wiped away by the fact that he's still staring at her. Speaking of her (why do I keep italicizing my pronouns?), the bright blue watch on her wrist beeps. "Crappers! I gotta go! Nice meeting you guys."

She rushes off and the guys and I glance at each other. "She was here for, like, 5 minutes. What the hell kind of mad job does she have that she gets barely any free time?" asked Carlos, confused. "I wish I knew…" said Kendall, a dreamy look on his face.

Annoyed by all this talk of her (hey! I'm italicizing again!), I grab my stuff and leave. "Later, guys!" I call over my shoulder. "Wait! Where ya going?" yells James.

"I've got to look for more auditions," I answer, the thought appearing in my mind approximately 0.00002 seconds before I say it. Truth is, I need to find out more about this Jasmine chick. Wonder where I left that spy outfit lying around…

Alright! There it is! I'm feeling quite confident about this story, but I might need a little somethin' to help bolster my confidence…+rocks back and forth on the balls of my feet+ Sooooo…I won't update until I get at least 5 reviews! And yes, I'm serious. Sadly, I won't be able to update until Friday at the earliest. If there's anything irking you about my grammar, or you have an idea for where to take this story, tell me! First 5 people to review get recognized!

Kendall: So please review!

Carlos: Do you have any more sugar?

Logan: Do you realize that if we give you any more sugar before you get those mashmallows entirely out of your system, we might as well have given you some crack?

James: +gets thoughtful look+

Logan & Kendall: NO!