..Hi! Umm…I'm having some writer's block from my story "A Friendship Like Ours", and this story idea came to me a while ago, begging to be written. So here we go!

And I'm not really a Kendall-Jo fan (mostly because of the fact that they look like brother and sister…I'm sorry, I just can't get over it!), but this just FITS! Sooo, enjoy! :)

And remember, I own nothing! So yay. And stuff. :D

Six months. It had been six months since he watched her board that plane, ready to start a new beginning, with a movie contract for three years. Six months since she walked out of his life. Six months since he gave her their final "goodbye kiss". Six months since that plane crashed. Six months since she lost her life. It had been six months since he last saw her, the last time he would ever see her. Or so he thought…

Kendall Knight got up on an average Tuesday morning, ready to start the day. He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and had breakfast with his family. His mother had made his favorite breakfast that morning: chocolate chip pancakes.

"What is better than the perfect combination of pancake and chocolate?" he was telling his mom, baby sister, and three best friends (who were honestly more like brothers).

"I completely agree," Carlos mentioned. "Dude, any day that starts out with chocolate has to be good!"

"And we need that extra good morning since we're recording our new single today," Logan added in, a smile on his face, ready to take on anything Gustavo threw at him today.

"Yeah, we haven't recorded a single this awesome since 'If I Ruled The World' came out back in May!" James said with an excited tone, before realizing what he'd said.

Kendall froze in his seat, stopping his pancake eating in mid-bite. He swallowed hard. Everyone looked over at him, not knowing how he'd react. They'd successfully avoided the topic of his dead ex-girlfriend for almost five months now. After about a month of moping around and feeling sorry for himself over the loss of Jo forever, he was finally back to his normal self. There was no use in crying over the fact that she was gone—it wasn't going to bring her back to life.

But his family knew that he could go back to remembering Jo and being "mopy Kendall" again at any given moment, and that's why they stayed away from the topic (or anything that could remind Kendall of it) completely. Normally his mother would want him to express his feelings, not bottle them up, but she figured, Kendall could go into sincere depression once again, like he had that first month, and have to see a shrink again and go on all these pills. That is, after all, why the boys stopped recording for so long. Kendall needed a break. He needed time. He needed to get over everything that happened. He needed to get better.

Kendall looked up at everyone at the table, who were still staring at him with wide eyes, watching his every move. "What?" he asked in a slight whisper, knowing exactly why they were staring, yet not wanting everything to be weird any longer. The silence was killing him inside.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Mrs. Knight asked in a gentle voice. She was always loving and caring, no matter what—that was what Kendall loved the most about his mother. But right now, Kendall didn't want her to baby him. He didn't want that look of pity. He just wanted to go back to talking about his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Fine; why wouldn't I be?" he replied, voice now at a normal volume. He wasn't acting saddened or anything. He acted completely natural. And that scared his mother a bit, that he could completely ignore everything.

The rest of breakfast only gave off the small sounds of silverware clanking against plates and running water once Mrs. Knight had decided to do dishes.

The boys were off to Rocque Records a half hour later, and as Kendall left the lobby of the Palm Woods and looked across the street, he could have sworn he saw a familiar head of blond hair and a big pair of brown eyes sitting over on the bench.

He gave a confused expression to himself, shook his head, and she was gone. Another confused expression lined his face as he mumbled a quiet "weird…" to himself.

"Kendall," James called from inside the limo that was to take them to Rocque Records. When he was ignored, he spoke even louder to gain his best friend's attention, "Kendall!"

Kendall slightly jumped and looked down at the open limo door, seeing his best friends all staring up at him from their seats inside.

"Yeah?" he asked, a bit shaky.

"You okay, man?" Logan asked him, voice filled with worry.

"Yeah, fine. Just thought I saw someone…" he trailed off, now climbing into the limo himself. "Let's go."

He closed the door, and they were off to work.

So, that's chapter one! :) I'm actually kinda proud of it, if I do say so myself. Soo..please don't hurt my feelings about it! Bye!