From House to Home
Chapter 01: The War of the Radio
AU. Logan Mitchell is a medical student who works as a radio-jockey to make money. Kendall Knight is a cashier who aspires to be a hockey player. When Kendall gives Logan an offer he can't refuse, they discover how far true love can be tested. KOGAN This story is dedicated to one of the nicest and sweetest writers on this site, Lovin' Big Time Rush! I hope you enjoy it! :) This was written in August 2011.
"Hello Los Angeles!" A vibrant voice called out on the loud radio. A groggy blonde mumbled a few select words under his breath, before turning around and attempting to blindly hit the snooze button of his radio. Unfortunately, he stretched too far, and fell sideways onto the floor. Rubbing his head gingerly, the blonde looked around and sighed exasperatedly. He was simply dressed in a bare set of boxers, the cold tickling his bare arms. The entire room was a mess. There were clothes thrown in all areas and corners of the room, and the bed was completely disheveled. Taking one more deep yawn, the blonde glanced at the clock lazily to see what time it was. To his utmost horror, it was almost half-past eight in the morning!
"I'm Logan Mitchell, your morning host to give you a morning toast!" The awfully cheerful voice rang irritatingly inside the blonde's head, as he tried to move around, but stubbed his toe onto his side-table. Taking the name of several female dogs, the blonde jumped around in pain slightly as he attempted to reach his closet.
"Today, we will be interviewing a special cashier from the local supermarket! His name is Kendall Knight! However, while we wait for him, we can play a nice morning jam to accompany your biscuit!" The voice rang out again, causing the blonde to roll his eyes lazily. He was the Kendall Knight, who was scheduled to be at the Los Angeles Radio Broadcasting Tower in...five minutes. Gasping, Kendall grabbed the cleanest shirt he could find, and the nicest pair of jeans. He quickly combed his hair and doused his body in deodorant.
"I'll shower after I do-Oh for crying out loud, who is calling me?" Kendall roared within his apartment. He jumped over several unkempt piles of clothes to reach his cell-phone, which was buzzing a Justin Timberlake song. Catching his breath before answering his phone, Kendall prepared himself for the impending scream.
"KENDALL KNIGHT. ARE YOU AT THE RADIO STATION?" A shrill voice yelled into the receiver, causing Kendall to cringe. His boss, Gustavo Rocque, and owner of the Rocque Supermarket, had scheduled an interview with his top cashier, Kendall, and the popular radio host, Logan Mitchell, in order to promote the new Space Matador Frozen Burrito selection at the supermarket, as well as to promote the market itself.
"Uh, yeah! I am! Are you there yet? I think I see you right there! I'm waving at you!" Kendall grinned as he lied profusely to Gustavo. He paused a moment as he waited for the explosion to occur, which it imminently did. Gustavo began yelling expletives that would make his mother shudder. Kendall simply hung up the phone, not interested in listening to the lunacy his boss would begin to scream through the line.
Glancing at the clock, Kendall noticed he had about two minutes before the radio host, Lafawnda Mitchell or something, would interview him. Taking one more deep breath, Kendall grabbed his cell phone and car keys before running out of his apartment and practically flying down the stairs.
He found his dull burgundy 1967 Pontiac GTO Convertible, which he had acquired from Gustavo himself. He immediately jumped into the driver's seat and ignited the engine. Turning his wheel all the way to the right, he began to back out of the parking lot, and suddenly changing his gear to drive, Kendall sped out of the lot and onto the road. He turned on the radio, hoping that the stupid song was continuing to play. However, he heard the annoying radio jockey's voice again.
"It seems like," the chipper voice spoke through the radio, "our guest Kendall Knight may be running a bit late. While we wait for him, let's listen to one of Lady Gaga's newest songs!" The radio-jockey announced, as another song began to play. Kendall felt his heart-rate slightly decelerate as he immediately dialed the Broadcasting Tower's phone number.
"Um, hello? I'm Kendall. Can I speak to whoever is in charge?" Kendall tried to sound as polite as possible, although the slow ice cream truck in front of him was beginning to irritate him. The lines disallowed Kendall switching into the left lane and overtaking the truck, and he was already late.
Suddenly, a feminine voice answered Kendall's question. "Hi! I'm Kelly Wainwright, the radio producer of this station. You're supposed to be here now aren't you?" Her inquisitive voice asked, as Kendall cringed. Despite the fact that she was nowhere near as loud or as abrasive as his boss, Gustavo, Kendall already felt belittled by just talking to her.
"Uh yeah. I'm just...running a few seconds late," Kendall lied passively, as the ice cream truck finally turned to another lane, allowing Kendall to begin speeding again. He passed by the ice cream truck, flicking it off as he drove by it.
"So I've noticed," Kelly clicked her tongue in annoyance as she took a deep sigh. "Listen, I'm going to connect you to our host. You can work out with him how you'll do this." Kelly Wainwright spoke, although Kendall simply shrugged. He was struggling to maintain the conversation while driving twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. He sped a lot, due to the fact that he could hardly wake up early in the morning.
If there was about Kendall Knight that he would have wanted everyone to know, it was that he could not wake up before eleven in the morning. Even waking up before noon was a stretch for Kendall. It was not that he went to bed at obscene hours at night, but it was that he treasured every moment of sleep.
"Hello?" A sophisticated voice answered the line, as Kendall sighed. He was inwardly surprised, however, to not hear the seemingly strained chipper voice he had heard on the radio. This voice sounded real and much more soothing.
"Hi, I'm Kendall Knight. I'm supposed to be there for an interview, but I'm running a bit late. Do you mind like...talking to your listeners while I get there?" Kendall basically pleaded. He heard a sharp inhale, and then a resulting sigh.
"I'll do my best." The radio-jockey responded, before abruptly hanging up the phone. He turned up the radio louder, curious to see what Leonardo Mitchell would say to excuse him.
After the music began to recede, Kendall continued to drive, estimating that within five minutes or so, he would reach the station. He thanked any divine spirits that existed that Lenny Mitchell was understanding. For a moment, Kendall wondered what the radio jockey's name was, as he obviously kept on forgetting. Nonetheless, the radio jockey resumed his morning shoutouts.
"So as you guys know, today we were supposed to talk to a very hard-working and dedicating cashier at the Rocque Supermarket," The radio-jockey began, as Kendall grinned. He liked where this jockey was going. "However, there's one slight problem, and it's that..." Kendall raised an eyebrow, as he continued to speed, ignoring several honks behind him. He needed to get to the radio station or else!
"Kendall Knight has no interest in talking to any of you all." Kendall's eyes suddenly widened, as his car swerved slightly. He quickly gripped the wheel, but continued to widen his eyes and drop his jaw.
"So what if you happen to shop at that Rocque Supermarket, where you pay ten dollars for a two-dollar gallon of milk? Kendall obviously does not care, which is why he never bothered coming here!" The radio-jockey spat into the microphone, making Kendall cringe. Although he was sure that none of the adjacent drivers knew who he was, he could feel their glares. He couldn't believe the stupid radio jockey had back-stabbed him like that!
"In fact, he was just sleeping right now, showing how much value he gives to my time and your time," The radio-jockey finished, in a sickly sweet voice. Kendall's heart was pumping. He was sure Gustavo was having an ulcer just listening to the radio station, but Kendall needed to reach there first and deal with this childish radio-jockey!
"Moreover, think of his name. Kendall Knight. I'm sure his full name is Kendall Donald Knight, which surely sounds much more sophisticated," Logan continued on his radio show. Kendall felt the color draining from his skin. He hated his middle name. Too many years of being Donald the Duck for Halloween spurred a negative reaction on the boy.
"So he's ashamed of his own name? What else is he ashamed of? Perhaps he's hideous too, which is why he hides in the grocery stores. I would keep my kids away from him!" Logan continued to rant, as Kendall began to swear under his breath. For the seventh time, his phone was ringing, but he continued to ignore it. At this moment, Gustavo could have had three ulcers, but Kendall needed to take care of business first.
"On that note, here's another song for your morning wake-up!" The radio-jockey finished, playing a song by Coldplay. Upon hearing the song, Kendall grabbed his phone, despite driving, and angrily dialed the number that he had used before to converse with Ms. Wainwright.
"Hello?" Kelly's familiar voice rang into the phone.
"Hello? Yeah, Ms. Wainwright? It's Kendall, and I-" Kendall was interrupted by Kelly's dramatic gasp.
"Kendall, where are you? What are you doing? Hurry up! Why are you late? How can you be so-" However, Kendall interrupted Kelly's hysteric questions with a question of his own.
"Yeah, I'll be there. Anyways, what the hell is with your radio host-what's his name?" Kendall asked, frustratedly. This was not the way he was imagining his day would play out. It was worse than he had even imagined it could have been. Murphy's Law was in total and full effect.
"Logie," Kelly immediately responded. Yet, before she could continue, Kendall interrupted her again.
"Yeah, him. What the hell is he doing? Is that any way to talk about a guest? That's going to destroy Gustavo's store!" Kendall began to vent, "Let me talk to him right now!" His voice deepened, as his eyes flashed murder. He was not sure how this Logie Mitchell looked like, but he was sure that he was the hideous one...jackass.
"Logie, what the hell are you doing?" Kendall asked, when he heard the familiar radio-jockey's voice. He thought he heard another sharp inhale and exhale.
"I'm just doing an interview Kendall Donald Knight," The radio-jockey replied icily.
"With who? I'm not even there yet!" Kendall yelled into the phone, exasperatedly as he attempted to overpass a large truck, which he did, barely escaping with his life.
"Oh really? I hadn't even noticed yet." The host began sweetly, although he ended the note on a sour syllable. Kendall took a sharp gasp inside, prepared to curse out the radio-host. However, the radio host responded before he could.
"Whatever." The host replied coldly, as he abruptly hung up. Kendall was furious. He had eleven missed calls from Gustavo, and several obscene text messages. Sighing frustratedly, he turned down the radio to concentrate on what to do. He was still about five minutes away, and it would take forever to reach the station at the rate the traffic was moving.
He then decided, he would dial the host again, and give him a piece of his mind. Who did he think he was? Trying to defame the Kendall Knight? Not over his dead body!
He immediately re-dialed the number, and waited longer than he usually did. Finally, he heard the familiar voice again.
"Welcome caller to the radio station! I am-" The radio host began cheerfully, although Kendall had it with this stupid man's games. Now he was acting as if they were on some live radio show?
"Excuse me Logie Mitchell, what the hell did you think about talking to me like that? I am Kendall Knight!" Kendall roared into the phone, and there was a pause. Finally, he heard the radio-host respond.
"Well listeners, it seems like Kendall Donald Knight has joined our rank-"
"Don't call me that Logie!" Kendall yelled into the phone again, attracting the attention to the car adjacent to him.
"Well I'm sorry Donald but our time is over. And for your information, my name is Logan. Anyways, I hope our listeners learned something today. When they go into Rocque Supermarket, they should be prepared to wait a long time. By the time a cashier finished scanning all the items, they may have all expired!" Logan replied coolly, as the familiar tunes of the radio station began to play. Kendall cursed aloud. He had not realized that he had been on air the entire time, and now appeared to be an even bigger douche than he had appeared.
"This is all going perfectly..." Kendall rolled his eyes, as he noticed an incoming call from Gustavo.
"Well, it's facing him now or never..." Kendall spoke to himself once more, as he drove past two lanes and parked in the nearest parking lot. He braced himself for possibly the loudest sounds he would have heard through the phone.
Curse you Logan Mitchell. I swear, I will get revenge or else my name is not Kendall Knight! Kendall thought angrily to himself as he began to hear the obscene sounds from his phone.
