A/N: Hey guys, so I haven't really posted any normal fics in awhile since I've been all obssesed with my victorious crossover but... Yeah. Now I'm doing this. And the crossover. Because I clearly don't have the attention span for one story at a time.
Anyways, this is a little different then what I usually do. This is a little more serious, since I usually try to write funny "let's all party because we're young" type stuff. And this won't be as much dialogue, at least not at first. I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this story, but the idea popped into my head last night and... Here I am. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: These are very annoying and unnecessary, so I'll just be doing this one for this story. Anyways, I don't own BTR and all that.
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Kendall Knight hadn't always been the brave one.
In fact, as a kid, he'd been quite the opposite. Sure, he still liked to have fun, he liked to play hockey, and he didn't turn down a good dare, but he was never brave. Kendall hid away from other people, he didn't stand up for himself. He never talked back, just did as he was told. He never would've disobeyed or questioned anybody. Because the truth was, Kendall Knight was scared. Of everyone and everything. But mainly one thing.
His father. As a kid, Kendall had been beaten. His dad never laid a hand on his mom, or Katie, or anybody except for Kendall. Kendall's dad had never wanted a son. He didn't want anyone to ever threaten his authority or show the possibility to take his place as the man of the house.
And poor Kendall had showed potential to do both of these things. Therefore, Kendall's father beat him, brutally. He let Kendall know that if he told anyone, he would just get hit more and more. So Kendall locked his lips and made sure never to misbehave, because it would get him into extra beatings.
Kendall did have someone he could always confide in, since before he could remember. James Diamond had always been there for him, always been his best friend. Of course, not even James was in on Kendall's abuse. Kendall was too afraid to tell anybody at all.
James had grown up in a big house, as one kid out of six. All of his siblings were younger; he had twin sisters, two brothers each a little older than them, and a sister, who was only a year younger than James. James, who had such a big personality, felt like he never got any attention. In his house, there was order, there was buisness. His parents had gotten divorced and his dad had married a woman fifteen years younger than his mom. As disturbing as it was, he had to admit now that she was hot. He might even hit on her if she'd been a random stranger at a party.
Because of this home, James knew what he wanted. He knew he wanted to get the hell out of that fucking Minnesota town, where you only knew a few people and you could drive for miles and miles without seeing a new face. He knew he loved to sing, and he knew he was damn good. Therefore, James was chomping at the bit for any chance to get away.
Once he was free, he had quickly adopted the lifestyle of a manwhore and a party animal. Back in Minnesota, he was notorious for being amazing with girls, but not likely to stick around. He was the cause of many a lost virginity. Here, however, the girls were experienced. They were better. And he didn't have that feeling that they probably thought he'd marry them one day.
So once he got to Hollywood, James really stepped up his game. He might've been selfish and a jerk, but it was how he'd learned. From growing up in the middle of nowhere in a house full of kids, he knew that you had to fend for yourself to get anywhere. And after seeing his parents' divorce, and Kendall's parents', and so many countless couples, he knew no one would be happy with one person for long, much less forever. He got bored easily, he went through girls like wildfire. It was his way, and it worked for him.
Then there was Logan. Logan became their friend a little later than Kendall and James had, in elementary school. He was incredibly smart and great at reading people, though he was near impossible to read himself. Kendall was the easiest. His green eyes showed everything. Sometimes, he would get into these super deppressed moods, and Logan didn't know why. It really wasn't that he acted deppressed, but Logan could see it in his eyes. If Kendall's eyes were dull it meant one of two things: either he was in one of those deppressed moods, or he really needed a coffee.
Logan's brains were good at over-analyzing everything, and he used to think way too much back in Minnesota. Logan was adopted, his real parents dissapeared just after his birth, so his adopted parents babied him like crazy. They wanted to make up for the fact that he'd never known his actual parents, resulting in the fact that he got spoiled constantly. But Logan wasn't the type to want to be spoiled. He liked to think, and he thought a lot. Until he was about ten, his parents didn't even realize that he knew he was adopted. But Logan's mom was part latina, while Logan didn't have a hispanic bone in his body. They were shocked when they found out he knew.
Carlos was the group's rock. Not because he was particularly strong or constant, but because he had a normal life. Carlos had a nice, normal mom, a fun dad, and an older brother who set a great example for him. Of course, Carlos was incredibly naive and inexperienced, but that was one of the greatest things about him. Because of his childlike mind, he was able to see every situation just the way it was, there was right and wrong, up and down, black and white. If someone told Carlos that girl 1 liked boy 1, and boy 1 liked girl 1, but girl 2 and girl 1 were friends and girl 2 had dated boy 1 awhile back and boy 1's friend boy 2 just got over liking girl 1, he would simply tell you that girl 1 and boy 1 should date because they liked eachother and therefore should be together. Simple as that Because that was how Carlos's mind worked.
So the four boys had an interesting history. When Kendall was about nine, James had been on his way over to his house. He hadn't been invited, but they were neighbors across the street, and James went over unannounced all the time. When he got there, he opened the door to see Kendall's dad punching him and slapping him. Kendall screamed at him to run, so James went to get help, on instinct. Of course in The Middle of Nowhere, Minnesota, there was no one around. And no one at James's house would listen to him. So later, James went and told Mrs. Knight, who got Kendall to tell her that it was true. Shortly after, everyone was asking why Mr. Knight was going to jail. Kendall just said that he didn't know, that his mom wouldn't tell.
The reason for his dad going to jail was something Kendall did not like to talk about. Logan and Carlos had been told later, once they were older, that he'd stolen a car, gotten drunk and gone for a joy ride. Multiple times. Eventually, they bought it. But they still wondered. And Kendall still sat up at night sometimes thinking about his dad. And James still worried about Kendall.
Kendall, although he didn't start out as it, did become the brave one, as was now well-known. After all that happened with his dad, Kendall became very defensive. Very direct. Very fearless.
Of course, Kendall wasn't fearless. He still remembered his childhood, and he was still scared shitless by it. He just wanted to overcome that. So he overdid it, making sure he was the boldest, the strongest, the best friend and leader. Especially for James. After all that time of James being there for him, James keeping his dirty little secret, it got to be his turn to be there for James. Which was just why they'd gone to Hollywood in the first place. Getting out of the middle of fucking nowhere was what James really wanted. And Kendall liked to give James what he wanted.
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A/N: Umm... So...
Whattaya think? Review I guess... If you like it. The next chapter will be more fun. There will actually be dialogue and stuff happening, not just background. We'll see where it goes. Should I do some Kames? I think I should. I feel like that last line is a little very suggestive. Tell me what you wanna see in the reviews!
TTFN.