A Big Time Rush Story...

Characters:

Kendall Knight,

Jo Taylor-Knight,

James Diamond,

Carlos Garcia,

Logan Mitchell,

Katie Knight,

Jennifer Knight "Mama Knight",

Gustavo Rocque,

Kelly Wainwright,

Camille Roberts,

Future Knight baby(s).

Genre: Suspense, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Romance.

Full Description:

Kendall dies from a hit-&-run, but comes back to life when he hears Jo hysterically crying his name. He's alive, but...he's in a coma. When wakes up four weeks later, he can't remember anything, except his name. He can't remember his family, friends, or the fact that he has a wife (Jo) who is 2 month pregnant. Can the gang help him regain his memories or will they be lost forever?


Hey guys! I know that I have other stories in progress right now. But I got the idea for this fic and wanted to post it to see if it you guys would like it. So if it is any good, tell me! And maybe i'll continue it if you guys want?

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Chapter 1:

Collide


Kendall's P.O.V.-

Jo and I walk hand-in-hand down the stone path of Palm Woods Park. With James, and Carlos

chatting behind us, about girls, summer trip ideas and the band. Logan didn't come with us

because he has a special date with Camille.

Jo stops walking and lets go of my hand. She opens her purse and takes out a small floral

handkerchief. She folds the fabric and takes off her sun hat, then dabs at the beads of sweat that

has accumulated on her forehead. She puts her hat back on, puts the handkerchief back in her

purse then pulls out a water bottle. She takes a gulp and sighs with relief, then rubs her small 2

month pregnant bump. I smile at the sight then kiss her cheek and she giggles quietly.

I look around and spot an Italian-ice stand across the street. Feeling a little sweat drip down my

face, I wipe it way and decide that i'd buy one for each of us. Since it's a hot summer day and all,

a cold treat would be pretty good right about now. I turn around to face them.

"You guys want Italian-ice? My treat." I ask.

"Yeah!" Jo and the guys say gleefully.

I laugh, "Okay what flavors do you want?" I ask them smiling.

"Blueberry!" James and Carlos yell in unison.

"Cherry!" Jo says laughing.

"Haha. Ok wait for me at the bench. I'll be right back!" I say.

I walk away from my wife and two best friends, heading towards the wide street that

leads to the sidewalk where the italian-ice stand is.

I walk down the street when I hear loud screeching of tires and then Jo, James, Carlos and Logan

scream my name. I turn to see a rainbow colored cargo minivan as it crushes into me. I didn't

even have time to scream, my breath is knocked out of me. I'm slammed onto the ground under

the car as it runs over me, and breaks my arm in the process.

I hear rapid footsteps coming closer to me as I lay on the ground on my side in a pool of my

own blood. I'm laying motionless in pain. The last thing i hear before closing my eyes and falling

into the darkness of unconsciousness, is their panicked and terrified screams.

To be continued...