Kendall's POV:

I unlocked the front door to my apartment: 2J. Technically, it wasn't "my" apartment, it was an apartment I shared with my Mom, Katie, James, Logan, and Carlos. I had just gotten back from

a date with Jo... and it was probably one of the best dates we ever had. We spent the day driving through the country side of California, but we made a few stops to get gas and food. That

showed me the secret of a perfect date; all you have to do is want to be with the person you're in love with and ignore the venue that surrounds you. This date was a little bit different,

though. We spent most of the time just talking about memories, friends, family, and us. I shut the door behind me and walked over to the orange sectional in the apartment's living room. I

laid down on it and began to reminsce on Jo and I's perfect day.

"Kendall, where are we going?" Jo asked curiously, unfamiliar with the current surroundings.

"For the seventy-eigth time... we are driving around!" I replied in a nasty tone.

"Well, excuse me." Jo said, hesitant to say anything else.

"I'm sorry- I snapped." I replied.

"It's alright, baby. Everyone gets angry..." Her voice trailed off. She began to laugh.

"What?" I smiled.

"Do you remember the time we had the school dance at the Palmwoods?" She asked.

"Yep, and you were waiting for me to ask you to the dance." I replied.

"You didn't even mention going to the dance together, and I got incredibly angry..." She said. "But all along you thought we were together." She smiled.

If it weren't for me having to keep my eyes on the road, I would've kissed her passionately right then and there.

"I swear to God, Kendall. That's one of the most romantic things you've ever done." She smiled at me with her chocolate-brown eyes.

I chuckled, looked down at my lap for half a second, then returned my eyes to the road. I never knew what being in love with the most perfect girl would feel like.

"Hey," I smiled. "Guess what?"

"What?" She asked, suddenly concerned.

"I love you," I replied.

"I love you more," She smiled.

"I love you most," I said, pulling her into a quick kiss. She immediately pulled apart from me.

"Kendall, watch out!" She screamed. She put her hands on the steering wheel to help to keep me in the right lane.

"Sorry, babe. I'm just captivated..." I replied lovingly, grabbing her hand and interlocking my fingers with hers.

"By what?" She asked.

"You," I replied, rubbing her soft hand with my rough thumb.

I snapped out of my reminsce as I heard Logan laughing.

"What?" I snapped.

"You looked so stupid! You were daydreaming!" He laughed. "You were sitting there with your hands over your chest with the dumbest grin on your face!"

"How'd you like to have a permanent grin on your face?" I shouted.

Logan was still dying laughing. I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the bottle of orange juice. I slammed it down on the counter, grabbed a

glass from a nearby cabinet, and poured orange juice in the glass until it was halfway full. I quickly put the orange juice back into the refrigerator, then began to drink my glass. Soon enough,

I was sitting back on the orange sectional trying to dose off. I had a thin blanket spread out over me and my head was buried in a sea of pillows, but I just could not fall asleep. I felt my

phone vibrate in the back pocket of my jeans. Jo was calling me.

"Hello?" I answered with a smile.

"Kendall, are you at the Palmwoods?" She asked, obviously upset.

"Yeah, I'm up in my apartment, why?" I replied.

"I need to talk to you. Do you mind meeting me down at the pool?" She asked.

"No, not at all. I'll be right down," I said reassuringly. "Baby, is something wrong?"

"Yeah," She replied. I could hear her trying not to cry.

"Well, I'll be right down so we can talk, alright?" I said.

"Alright," She said, upset.

"I love you," I smiled, trying to make things a little brighter.

"I love you too... just, please hurry?" She replied.

I hung up the phone and immediately headed down to the Palmwoods pool. I had to figure out what was wrong with Jo. She usually was so excited when she called me; she was usually

happy to talk to me. But this time, I could tell something was going to happen, something bad.