Hey guys. Here's a new multi-chapter for you all. I know I have too many started, but... This one's actually kind of based off of personal experiences... I hope you guys like it.


If Kendall Knight were to describe his life with only one word, he would most likely choose something along the lines of invisible, because that's the way he felt most of the time. Sixteen years old, and he still felt completely alone; that was the way his life had been ever since he was a small child. Friends came and went, never really stayed. Everyone who claimed to be his friend eventually drifted away, leaving him wondering what he had done wrong. What had he done that was so bad, that they felt the need to leave him?

The only friends he had ever had were the type of people he would later on learn were not real friends at all. They used him, manipulated him, controlled him, dragged him along after them like a lost puppy. When he was with them, he never really had a mind of his own. He was always too afraid to speak up in fear of being judged. He was even too afraid to be himself, because he was always being judged on pretty much everything he did. He felt trapped and unaccepted. He felt unwanted. Whenever he was with his so-called-friends, he would be ignored. He was ignored to the point in which it made him want to cry.

Sometimes, when he was with them, he would try to talk to them, only to be completely ignored and made fun of. All he really wanted was a friend; someone he could trust; someone who accepted him for who he was in the inside. He just wanted someone to talk to and goof around with. He was tired of being turned down, backstabbed, and being looked down upon.

Was he really that unimportant?

It would make sense if he was. It would explain why he was nothing but a verbal punching bag to those he trusted. It would explain why no one seemed to like him. It would explain everything. It would make so much sense.

Then again, maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe he had just crossed paths with the wrong people; befriended those who were never meant to be there.

...But what if he wasn't?

Why was he so unlikeable? Was it his appearance? He had never really liked the way he looked. He was extremely insecure about himself, especially his looks. Maybe that was it? Or maybe it was the way he dressed? Or the way he talked? Or the way he acted? Or the kind of person he was? Maybe he had a bad personality; that could be it. Or maybe he was simply unlikeable. That could be a possibility... right?

Whatever it was, people never really tried to befriend him. Then again, after being treated like he had been for so long, he had become a very closed person, and was extremely shy and insecure. He didn't try to make friends either, in fear that they would suddenly leave him. Some might say he was antisocial - and maybe he was -, but that was because he had been so accustomed to being left out, ignored, and used.

There was a reason to why he was the way he was.

But no one knew. Nobody knew the real him. No one knew how lonely he got; how much he wished to have a friend he could count on. No one knew just how lonely he would get when he would sit all by himself, watching as everyone else sat in groups, talking, laughing, goofing off.

A friend, that is all he wished for.

Little did he know that soon he would find a friendship in a person he never expected to befriend, and maybe a little bit more than that.


This isn't slash, just thought I'd point that out. It's bromance. Should I continue or not?

~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)