Author's Note: I'm writing this to ease the minds of the poor souls that read this years ago. I reread this fic and I feel bad for those that demanded an update. Am I returning? No. I've moved on from here. If you want to go follow me onward, find me on ao3 under Twiranux. However, I do not write for these fandoms anymore.

As of now, here is a taste of my current writing style. This is the last chapter, and the last thing I will update on this account.

Logan freezes up in place, the anxiety sinking in. The lame lamp lights were being used as some form of lighting. People rolled into the shot, while others jump excitedly. Logan stood still, only blinking and breathing. His fellow bandmates, luckily, took up a lot of screen time. Camille stood silently, her hand cupping her chin, watching from the sidelines.

Carly begins to manage fake microphones, and Sam set up the stools for the four of them to sit on. The sunlight pouring through the window highlights the more obvious features of each bandmate, however, it clashes with the already set up bland, white, lamp lights.

James combs his hair, while the rest sit down and idly hold the microphones.

"Here are our special guests, give it up for Big Time Rush!" Carly announces, then which Freddie follows with an applause sound effect. Sam points at the band to add more effect. Logan's knee is visibly bouncing up and down at this point. He usually kept his cool, but for some reason, with Camille in the room, all has gone to hell.

A simple answer and question zip by, with most of the other bandmates answering. Logan only added in awkward laughter and muffled statements of agreement. He could feel himself sweat bullets.

"This question is for Logan!" Carly reads off of a piece of paper. Logan blinks quickly, trying to snap himself out of his stress-induced daze.

"Huh? Oh, ask it," Logan manages to say, as he fixes up the shirt he had on. Out of all the days, despite writing it down, Logan had on the lamest graphic tee one could ever see.

"You may have Camille, but have you ever thought about being with someone else?" Carly asks, her eyes bolted onto the paper. Logan looks behing him, and sees Camille stomping her foot at the question. He gulps audibly.

"Of course not, why would I?" Logan answers, then attempts a smile for the camera. He could see Freddie shake his head behind all the lights.

"Alright then..." Carly trails off, then goes on to read the next question. Logan sighs in relief, assuming he saved himself from some big trouble.

He thought this until the show ended, and everyone was free to leave.

"Wanna hang out by the pool?" Carlos asks Sam, as he holds out his hand for her.

"Can we bully any of the kids there?" She takes his hand, grabbing rather roughly.

"If you want to."

Sam nods excitedly, and then the two dash out of the room.

Logan looks over to Carly, who is seemingly hanging out rather close to Freddie.

"You asked that question to purposefully throw me off, didn't you?" Logan asks, walking a bit closer. Carly turns toward him, but doesn't answer.

"You know, these past couple of days have been pretty bizarre...I kind of asked it to clear the air between us, if that's cool with you," she admits.

"It's okay, it has been a bit crazy. And you're heading out tonight, if I'm not mistaken." Logan checks his phone, and tries to remember what time Carly leaves.

"We can still be friends, right?" Carly extends her hand out, a warm smile on her face.

"Yeah, of course! It's been a wild ride, but fun."