Disclaimer: I don't own Kogan

I grew up in a small town, Wichita Kansas is the name. I wanted to be a singer, but nobody even knew who I was. My brothers went into acting when I was young. I was dragged everywhere for their auditions, but I didn't mind. When I was sixteen my brother Kevin was convinced that I was going to be a famous rockstar, but I was nothing, Just a person with a dream. Now I'm eighteen and living in LA with my family. I'm currently working on a band, Heffron Drive, with my best friend Dustin. We are doing good on MySpace, but nobody signed us yet, I had hope.

I sat down at the dinning room table watching my mom make breakfast for the family. I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying, my mind was elsewhere. "Kendall?" My mom asked. Shaking my thoughts away, I looked at her.

"Yes?" My voice was soft, but raspy. My mom sighed.

"Kenneth, your dad and I are going to visit grandma and Grandpa in Kansas for a week.. You going to be Okay with Kevin?" She treated me like a child it was so annoying. Kevin stood behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Mom we'll be fine, Ya'll get on out of here and have fun." Kevin said. I nodded in agreement. My mom smiled at us and gave us both a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Breakfast is almost ready. Kevin take it off the stove when the timer goes off. You two be safe." And with that, they were gone.

The timer went off and Kevin did as mom asked. "Kendall I'm having a party tonight and I want you to be here." My brother placed some eggs on a plate and handed it to me, with a fork.

"Why?" I blew on the hot food to cool it down, before taking a small bite.

"You need friends." He looked at me with concerned eyes. Everyone in this house thinks I'm depressed or something.

"I have Dustin." Kevin shook his head.

"You need more friends. I can tell you're lonely and that is going to change tonight." Kevin took my plate before I could finish my breakfast. "Go get dressed. The party starts at two."

I rolled my eyes and did as he said. I was a little lonely sometimes, but If I wanted a friend I could go find one myself. Slipping on black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and grey beanie, I studied myself in the mirror. It was only ten thirty by the time I was finally done getting ready, so I decided to write a song. Once my fingers touched my guitar all time was lost. It helped me forget about the bad things and focus on the good things. I wish I could stay like this forever.

"Kendall get down here! guests have arrived already!" Kevin yelled from downstairs. I set my guitar down and looked at the time. Wow three thirty already. I brought my guitar downstairs with me and looked around. So many people were already here, It's insane.

Some people said hi to me, but most people acted like I wasn't alive. I was used to this.

I sat down on a chair in the corner of the room and gently played one of my favorite songs. I saw someone walking over to me from the corner of my eye, but I kept playing. That is until the stranger started singing along with the song I was playing. My strumming stopped instantly, and I looked up at the boy who had sung. "You're really good." He smiled. I studied him, He has brown puppy dog eyes and His black hair is spiked in a way that is cute. Wait.. cute?

"Thanks, you aren't bad yourself." I smiled back at him. I started to question my sexuality, because damn this boy is beautiful. "Im Kendall." I held out my hand, which he shook.

"Logan."

Once our hands touch I felt something. It wasn't painful, It was perfect. Logan is perfect.

I don't know if I should continue this or not.

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~Kaycee :D