This is a five-chapter story that I just got the idea for. I have the entire thing outlined right now, but I don't have any of the other chapters written yet, so updates might be slow for this one. I just finished writing this chapter, and I didn't really proofread extensively, because I'm just not a patient person, but I think I'm pretty satisfied with it. Anyways, we haven't seen any LoganxCamille (Do they have a name smoosh yet? Cogan sounds like Kendall/Logan's Kogan. Lomille? I don't know. Anyways, I digress.) since Big Time Party, and there's a serious lack of fics for this couple on this site. So I had to write another one to satisfy my cravings. By the way, if you're looking for a good LoganxCamille fic, I would highly recommend The Beginning of Forever and its sequel The Beginning of a Problem by Starbucks3894 and Oblivious to the Fact by Like-Omg-Like-Seddie. And if you have any to recommend to me, I would be totally okay with that. And by "okay with that" I mean "OMG I AM DYING FOR SOMETHING TO READ!" One more thing before I let you get to reading (if you haven't given up and skipped to the story by now): I posted a LoganxCamille vid on YouTube. It's kinda short, but it's the first LoganxCamille vid on the site. Actually, I think it's still the only one. There's a link on my profile if you're interested. Okay, I'll let you get to the story now! Enjoy! And please review!

I do not own Big Time Rush.

Warning Signs

Chapter One: May Contain Traces of Nuts

Life is full of warning signs. You see them everywhere you go. There are signs for everything from the lifesaving "Caution: Hazardous Waste" to the highly unnecessary "Danger: Do Not Pee on the Electrical Fence." And Logan found out the hard way that some warning signs are harder to spot than others.

Now, Logan was normally a man of caution. But when it came to Camille, well, the boy just let his guard down. He was certainly wary of her at first, because, let's face it, the girl was eight different kinds of crazy. But all it took was one night, one blissful evening of carefree dancing, for all of the walls he'd built between himself and this crazy brunette bombshell to come crashing down. And as Logan grew more and more intrigued by this girl, he missed every single sign warning him that his life was about to change forever.

"One more shot."

"Come on, Camille," Logan replied. "You've already let thirty-seven shots go right past you. Wouldn't you rather just call it quits and save yourself the humiliation?"

"But I'm finally getting the hang of this," Camille said, hopping energetically from one foot to the other in front of the makeshift hockey goal.

"Just face it. I've won this bet. You're not cut out to play hockey."

"Really, Logan? Because it sounds like you're afraid to give me another chance."

"Does it now?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Fine then," Logan said, clutching his hockey stick. "Give me that puck, and I'll show you once and for all that you just don't have what it takes."

"Fine."

"Fine."

Camille slid the hockey puck back to Logan.

"Ready?" Logan asked, hitting his hockey stick against the floor a couple of times for dramatic effect.

Camille braced herself, holding up her gloved hands. "I was born ready."

Logan's stick connected with the puck, sending it flying through the air towards the net. Camille took a deep breath as the puck went sailing towards her. Then she dove for it.

The next thing Logan knew, Camille was on the floor, clutching her face with James's hockey gloves and writhing in pain.

"Camille!" Logan cried, dropping his hockey stick and rushing to her side. "Are you okay?"

"It's my eye!" Camille moaned.

Logan bit his lip as he tenderly took her face in his hands. "Here, let me take a look," he said, attempting to pry her hands away from her face.

"No! Don't touch it!" Camille cried, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Camille, I am so sorry," Logan said, his tone worried. "You know I'd never purposely nail you in the eye with a hockey puck."

Camille's hands dropped from her face to clutch her stomach instead as she continued to shake. Logan took the opportunity to pull her face toward his and inspect her eye.

"It's not even red," he commented, studying the skin around her eye. That's when he realized something. She wasn't crying at all. "Are you…laughing?"

Indeed, her shoulders were shaking from laughter, not sobs. "You're right, Logan," Camille gasped between giggles. "I'm not a hockey player. I am an actress."

"You were…faking that?"

"I couldn't resist. You're so gullible."

Logan dropped the girl's face and got to his feet. "Not cool, Camille," he said, crossing his arms angrily. "I really thought I'd hurt you."

Camille stopped laughing. "Logan…"

"You know, head injuries account for eighty percent of all hockey injuries. Do you have any idea how bad I felt when I thought I'd hit you in the eye?"

Camille stood up. "Logan, I'm sorry. That was stupid. I was trying to be funny and…"

"You thought it would be funny to make me feel like a big jerk?"

Logan turned and began to walk away, but Camille quickly caught up to him and seized him by the arm. "Logan, I'm sorry! I swear, I never meant to…" As Logan turned back towards her, Camille saw that Logan's face had broken into a broad smile. "What are you grinning about?"

Logan laughed. "I thought I'd try my hand at acting. How was I?"

Camille responded by punching him hard on the shoulder with James's hockey glove.

"Ow!" Logan cried, laughing harder. "What was that for?"

"That was mean!" Camille replied.

"You started it!"

She punched him again, this time even harder than before.

"Ow! Okay, that's it. I don't have to take this." Seizing her around the waist, Logan scooped Camille off the ground and hoisted her over his shoulder.

"Put! Me! Down!" Camille cried, throwing a punch at his back with each word.

"Camille, I think you need to work on your violence issues," Logan replied, seemingly unaffected by the blows she was continually throwing at his back.

"Logan, if you don't put me down right now, I swear…"

"You'll what? Hit me some more with those padded hockey gloves?"

The next thing he knew, Logan felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade.

"Aagh!" he cried. "Did you just bite me?"

"And I'll do it again if you don't put me down."

True to her word, Camille sunk her teeth once again into Logan's right shoulder blade. Then Logan heard the door open behind him. Camille stopped biting him in order to greet whoever was entering 2J.

"Hey guys," she said nonchalantly.

"Hey Camille," Logan heard Kendall reply.

"Logan, are we interrupting something?" came Carlos's voice.

"Did you just bit him?" he heard James ask Camille.

Logan turned around to face his friends, swinging Camille around as he did so.

"Hey guys," he replied. "I was just teaching Camille here how to play hockey. She's not very good—Ow! But she's certainly violent enough."

"Is she wearing my gloves?" James asked, pointing to the girl Logan had draped over his shoulder.

"And Kendall's helmet," Logan replied. "Sorry, James, but you have the girliest hands out of the four of us. And we wouldn't want her getting hurt. Isn't that right, Camille?"

"Oh, shut up," Camille replied.

"If I'd known she was a biter, I'd have gotten her to wear someone's mouth guard too."

"You have no idea how wrong that sounds," Kendall commented.

"I do not have girly hands," James mumbled, self consciously stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Dude, you totally do," Carlos replied, strolling over to the couch and taking a seat.

"I do not!"

"Do too man," Kendall said, taking a seat on the couch beside Carlos. He turned to look at Logan, who had one hand on his hip and was using the other to hold Camille over his shoulder as he watched James sputtered over his tiny hands. "Are you gonna put her down or what?"

Logan glanced at Camille and gasped. "Oh, snap, I forgot."

"Nice," Camille commented, as Logan set her gingerly on the floor. "It's comforting to know that you can just forget that you have a hundred four pounds of sixteen-year-old girl propped up on your shoulder, biting you on the back."

"A hundred and four pounds?" James asked skeptically.

Camille pointed a threatening finger at James. "Watch it, Dainty Fingers."

Logan grabbed Camille's hand and dragged her over to the couch. "Break it up you two," he said, as he sat down by Kendall and pulled Camille down beside him.

Camille pulled off James's gloves, then unclipped the hockey helmet and reached over Logan to hand it to Kendall. Kendall watched Logan swallow hard as Camille's hair fell across his lap.

"Is it hot in here?" Logan asked.

"Naw," Carlos replied. "Maybe you're just exhausted from playing hockey with Camille."

Logan shook his head. "I didn't even break a sweat."

Kendall then noticed Camille watching in ecstasy as Logan pulled off his hockey jersey. She seemed disappointed to see that he was wearing a black T-shirt underneath. Then he saw her lean in and take a deep whiff of Logan's shoulder.

"You smell good," she commented.

"Um. Thank you," Logan replied nervously, as Camille's brown curls brushed against his neck. "I do my best."

The awkward moment was interrupted by a knock on the door, and as all heads turned to see who it was, Logan took the opportunity to slip his arm around Camille's shoulder.

"That's probably Jo," Kendall said. "I invited her to hang out. You want to get that since you're up, Dainty Fingers?"

James glared at Kendall. "Stop calling me that!"

There was a second knock on the door, and this time James walked over to answer it. "Hey, Jo," he said, as the pretty blonde walked in.

"Hey, guys," Jo greeted them. "And Camille."

Camille waved to her friend as Jo sauntered over to the couch and squeezed in between Kendall and Logan.

"How's it going?" Kendall asked, not looking at all put off by the close proximity between himself and Jo.

"Somebody smells good," Jo commented, sniffing the air. She turned to Logan. "Is that you?"

"Um, I guess so," Logan replied uncomfortably, as Jo leaned over and sniffed his neck.

"Mmm," she said. "New aftershave?"

"I think you're making Logan uncomfortable," Kendall said, jealously tugging Jo away from Logan.

"Well, whoever you're trying to impress," Jo said to Logan, "I have the feeling it's gonna work."

Camille coughed loudly.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked, turning to Camille in concern. "You're not allergic to my aftershave, are you?"

"No!" Camille answered quickly. "It's just…" She glanced nervously at Jo before jumping to her feet. Logan looked a bit crestfallen as his arm that had been around her shoulder fell limply to his side. "I'm really craving a smoothie right now," she said finally. "Anyone want to get one with me?"

Carlos started to stand. "Sure, I'll…"

Kendall shoved Carlos back onto the couch. "Not you."

"I'll get a smoothie with you," Logan offered, standing up.

"Great. Let's go," Camille said, grabbing Logan's hand and pulling him out the door of the apartment.

Just a few seconds after Kendall, Carlos, James, and Jo watched the two leave, Camille stepped back into the apartment. She quickly jogged over to the couch, picked up Logan's hockey jersey from the coffee table, put it to her face and breathed in deeply. She sighed. "Smells like heaven. 'Kay, bye guys."

And with that, she was out the door.

"Is it just me," Kendall said, watching the door nervously, "or is that girl really weird?"

"If by 'really weird' you mean 'fits into this group perfectly', then yeah, she's weird," Jo replied.

"Are you trying to say that the four of us are as crazy as that chick?" James asked, pointing to the door.

Jo rolled her eyes. "Well, if the glove fits…"

James hid his hands behind his back. "WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?"

"It's just an expression, James," Kendall said. Then he turned to Jo. "And I'm talking about a different kind of weird here. Camille shows some serious signs of being a potential psycho girlfriend."

"Signs?" Jo repeated. "What signs? All I see are signs of awesome chemistry between her and Logan."

Carlos jumped up. "Computer time!"

"Computer time?"

"Carlos is right," Kendall said, following his friend to the computer. "You need to see this site. It lists the top five symptoms of practically anything. We depend on it for pretty much everything."

"Yep," James agreed. "A couple years ago we looked up '5 Signs That Your Best Friend Has Suffered From One Too Many Hockey-Related Head Injuries'. It explained so much about Carlos."

"Shut up, Dainty Fingers."

"Okay, will everyone PLEASE STOP CALLING ME THAT?"

"Shut up, you two," Kendall said, raising a hand to hush his two friends. "I found it. '5 Signs That Your Girlfriend is Crazy'."

"She's not really his girlfriend yet," Jo pointed out, looking at the computer screen over Kendall's shoulder.

"That doesn't matter," James replied. "Kendall, just read the list."

"'Number five,'" Kendall read aloud. "'She stalks you.'"

"Well I wouldn't say she stalks him," Jo said.

"She does," James and Carlos replied in unison.

Jo rolled her eyes and turned back to the computer screen.

"'Number four: She calls endlessly.'"

"She does call him a lot," James commented.

"Okay, fine," Jo said. "I'll give you that one. What comes next?"

"'Number three: She's unpredictable.'"

"No room for debate there," James said.

"But is being unpredictable really a bad thing?" Jo asked.

"Number two?" Carlos asked.

"'Number two: She freaks out over other girls.'"

Jo smiled. "Well, see?" she said. "Camille doesn't freak out over other girls."

"Oh really?" Kendall replied. "You mean she didn't just drag Logan away five minutes ago because you were sniffing his neck?"

"She…wanted a smoothie," Jo mumbled.

"And she didn't invent a fake TV audition to practice for on Logan to scare you off when you first showed up at the Palm Woods?" Carlos added.

"Okay…she did that," Jo admitted. "So what's number one?"

"'Sign number one'," Kendall read. "'She's been in weird relationships before.'"

All three boys turned to Jo curiously. Jo shrugged. "I don't know. Camille's never told me about any of her ex-boyfriends."

"But aren't you two, like, best friends?" Carlos asked.

"Well, yeah, but…Well, I don't really know why she hasn't told me about her exes."

"Okay, so we don't know about number one yet," Kendall said. "But she's at least got four out of five."

"Three out of five," Jo corrected him.

"Four out of five," Carlos and James replied in unison.

"Fine, four out of five," Jo gave in. "But that doesn't mean Logan and Camille wouldn't make a great couple. Email me the URL for this site, and I'll prove to you that they're meant to be."

xoxoxo

"You know what I think ruins a smoothie?" Logan asked Camille, who sat across the table from him.

"Raspberry seeds?" Camille replied.

"Have I told you that before?" he asked, embarrassed that he was already getting boring around her.

"No," Camille replied. "It was just a guess."

Logan seemed surprised. "Oh." He played with his straw awkwardly, searching for something else to say to her. "So how is…acting?"

Camille opened her mouth to answer, but never got a chance. Before she could say a word, her cell phone began to ring.

"Sorry," Camille apologized. "It's probably my mom wondering where I am. I should answer."

"No problem," Logan replied, slightly relieved for an escape from this awkward…could he even call this a date? A nervous conversation between two friends over smoothies?

Camille flipped open her phone and put it to her ear. "Hey, Mom. I'm just having a smoothie with…oh. Oh, it's you."

Logan leaned in curiously.

"No, I just," Camille went on. "I just wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"Who is it?" Logan mouthed. Camille ignored him.

"You are?" she said to the person on the other end. "You're coming here? When? Today? No, I just… But you and I aren't… Yeah, I'll be there."

"Who was that?" Logan asked, as Camille hung up her phone.

"I'm sorry, Logan," Camille said, standing up. "I have to go."

"Now?" Logan asked. "But what about…?" He didn't finish his sentence, as he didn't actually know what he had intended to say.

"I'm sorry," Camille apologized again. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"But I…okay…bye," Logan mumbled. He didn't know what he wanted to say, but it was okay, because she didn't even hear him. As the words left his mouth, she was already out of sight.

Logan sighed and reached across the table for his hockey jersey and Camille's smoothie. He set the jersey in his lap and took a sip of her smoothie. He made a face. "Raspberry seeds," he mumbled. "They take the 'smooth' out of 'smoothie'."

My sister and I were watching BTR one day and she commented on how girly James's hands were, so naturally I had to include that in my story. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I hope I've sparked your curiosity with the ending. Please let me know what you thought, even if you hated it. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Until next time,
:)Bubbles