"Kendall! Quit playing your guitar! I'm trying to sleep here!" James was always being a pain about my guitar. I don't really understand why, though. I was just playing it. Plus, it wasn't even plugged into the amp or one of my electric guitars. Besides, I was coming up with a new song. I was writing it for Jo. It's been three months since she left to film her movie. According to all the guys, Kelly, Katie, and Mom, I was officially depressed. Even Gustavo said he was worried about me. Honestly, you don't hear many concerned words from the lovely Gustavo. At first, I thought he was just messing with me. But, as the weeks went by, it was as if he were treating me like his son or something. And quite frankly, it was kind of creeping me out, but pretty nice of him at the same time.

Logan told me to go to a doctor and see what was wrong with me. Carlos figured I was having Jo withdrawals—which, in a way, I was—and James said the two words I most definitely will always remember:

"Love sucks."

The doctor told me and my mom that I was just having separation problems. "It happens to celebrities all the time," he had told my mom. "And Kendall is no different than any other celebrity that walks into my office. Just give him some time. Soon, he'll be back to his old self."

Ha! Right, Pinocchio!

I haven't gotten any better, and being on tour hasn't helped me out any either. But I just fake a smile and continue with my day. But, in reality, I'm beyond depressed. I miss Jo. All I want is to hold her tightly in my arms, see her smile, and kiss her right then and there. I missed her laugh that always made me smile when I was in a bad mood, her long, blonde hair running through my fingers, her beautiful, brown eyes that always made me crave something involving chocolate—I missed it all.

"Sorry, James!" I shouted back through the wall to the other hotel room. I sighed and looked at my notebook. So far, I was blank. I couldn't write anything for her. I mean, I already wrote "Worldwide" for her, but I wanted to write another song for her. I looked at the clock next to me. It read 11:32 PM. I finally gave up and laid my guitar back in its case and locking it up before trudging back over to my bed. I crawl into the covers of the single king-sized bed of my hotel room. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I feel my jungle green eyes flutter close, causing me to fall into a deep sleep.

/

Thump thump... thump thump... thump thump... thump thump...

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I sprinted through the woods. I could hear the growling and barking of the wild dogs coming after me. I made the mistake of looking back for one moment because the moment I looked back to the front, I felt a tree branch hit me in the face.

I fell backwards onto my back, making something hit my head hard. I cried out as my hand flew to my head. I could feel liquid flowing from my head and into my palm. I heard the barking coming closer and closer with each second. I scrambled to my feet and kept running as fast as I could. After what seemed to be hours of running, I suddenly saw the silhouette of a man standing some distance away from me. I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed he had a bow and arrow in his hand.

My heart began beating even faster—which I thought was impossible—with each step I took backwards. I felt a branch under my foot as it tripped me, making fall on my butt in a puddle of mud. I cried out as I tried to stand up on my right ankle. I fell straight back down to the ground. The man began coming slowly towards me. I kept trying to scoot even farther away from the him, but it was no use. I was done for.

I finally gave up trying to get away as the man pointed the sharp-looking arrow straight at my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as he pulled the arrow back on the bow, awaiting my death.

/

I bolted awake in a cold sweat, screaming. My hand flew to my chest as I began to breathe normally again. My hand slowly made its way up to my cheek. I could feel the dried tears that I cried during the dream. I looked around my hotel room. It still looked pretty dark outside. I looked at the clock, only to have it read 2:56 AM.

I groaned as I got out of the bed. I walked out of my hotel room and to the door of the guys' room. I lightly knocked on the door of their room. I could hear one of the guys groan as they came up to the door. The knob turned to open the door, revealing Carlos in his Spider Man pajama bottoms, half-asleep. Once he looked up at me, he groaned in annoyance.

"It's three in the morning, Kendall," he whined. I must've looked terrified because he suddenly had a worried expression on his face.

"You have that dream again?" I quickly nodded. He moved out of the way for me to come in. I slowly walked in to the dark room of the guys' hotel room. Carlos closed the door behind me and came up next to me. He put a hand on my shoulder and led me over to the other bed that wasn't occupied by James nor Logan.

"You can stay here for the night, dude," Carlos whispered, not wanting to wake up the others. I gave him a small smile and nodded my head. I slowly crawled into the covers next to Carlos. I laid on one side while I laid on the other. The guys and I have always shared a room, a bed, clothes, and hockey gear since we were three. We're that close. Carlos and I got comfy.

"Good night, Ken," Carlos mumbled to me.

"Good night, Carlitos," I whispered. My only response was his soft snoring. I faced towards the window, looking at the full moon casting a faint glow over the skyscrapers of New York City.

My eyes fluttered completely shut as I fell into an even deeper sleep.

This time, I didn't wake up nor have another dream.