Set your Itunes to shuffle. Write a drabble either in regards to the song lyrics, or the emotion of the song.
Evans Blue - Over
Kendall's mind was still reeling, the stains on his carpet still glaring up at him, blaming him, accusing him. He should have seen it, if anyone should have known the other was going to this, it should have been him. He was the closest to him, he was the one the other came to when something was wrong. So when the other one suddenly stopped coming to him when there was very obviously something wrong, he should have seen it. He wanted someone else to blame, he wanted there to be someone he could be mad at, someone he could take all this guilt out on. He knew though, that as he stared down at the red stain on the carpeting, that he had no one to blame but himself.
When Kendall saw Logan start to draw into himself, he should have said something, but he figured if Logan needed to talk he'd come to him. So when Logan said he was feeling sick, and he was going to stay home from harmonies and dance practice today, Kendall thought maybe that was Logan was feeling so distance. He should have sensed there was something more to it, as before the other three left Logan hugged each one of them. He should have seen the way Logan was begging for their help, without being able to say a word, but no, they ignore his cries, and just went to practice.
He should have gone straight to their shared room got home. Shouldn't have stopped in the kitchen to get a drink, before finally taking his sweet time to go to his room to check on Logan. He wanted to think that if he had just been a moment or so sooner, everything would be fine. Maybe that minute it took for him to get a drink could have meant the difference between life and death. It's not like the water did him any good anyway, because as soon as he went to his room to check on Logan, the half empty glass fell from his fingers to spill on the carpet. At least the water didn't leave a reminder of it's lost life on the carpet.
Logan had always been too thoughtful, even during his own suicide, he lay on his pool towel in hopes of keeping most of his blood from staining anything. It was a nice gesture, but apparently Logan underestimated how badly Kendall's demons wanted to mock him, and they made sure the blood stained. They made sure that no matter how hard he had scrubbed, washed, cleaned, there was always the permanent reminder of what he had let happen.
The others swore the stain was gone, that they couldn't see even a tint of red on the carpeting, but Kendall knew better. He knew exactly where the stain was, could pinpoint every stray drop of blood, could show you exactly what fibers of the carpet had soaked in Logan's life. The same fibers that were now soaking up his own tears, as he lay in the same position, same spot, and same state of self hate that Logan had been.
Kenny Loggins- Your Heart Will Lead You Home
Logan sat quietly on the couch in the small living room, the sun shining brightly through the window, the sounds of the city sounding no different than what they normally did. He wasn't sure if this fact was what was upsetting him so greatly, or the picture in his hand was causing him the discomfort.
"Hey Logan, we're going to head down to the pool, you want to join us?" Tilting his head back to see his three friends, clad in swim trunks, towels hung over their shoulders, and foam noodles, apparently ready to go for a swim. Regarding them all with almost sad expression, he shook his head, turning away from them, and back to the picture, held gently on the sides by his fingertips. He didn't even look up from it when he felt the couch shift as each one of his friends took a seat near him. "What's that?" Logan looked to his right, the bright green eyes of Kendall looking at him, instead of finding out for himself and just looking down at the picture.
"It's just a picture." Which was true, it wasn't a spectacularly special picture, it wasn't ever framed, and the corner was even bent from the lack of care that was taken with it.
"I remember that picture," James said, his voice quiet and sounding slightly far away, his mind already lost to the memories the picture brought back. They all remained quiet, just staring down at the picture Logan held in his hands, none of them willing to break the silence just yet, reliving the memories of the day the picture had come to symbolize.
"It was the biggest snow fort we ever built," Carlos mused, sounding amazed even to this day at the sheer size of it.
"Remember when we decided we were all going to live in it, so we could all live together forever?" They all laughed, remembering just how upset mama Knight had been when she got home from her witnessing job to find four small boys sleeping in a snow fort. They were frozen to the bones by the time she had gotten them inside, shivering, and having to all change into dry clothes so as not to get more sick then they were probably already going to be. Their laughter trickling out into silence once more, the only sound being heard was the busy streets, and sounds of people splashing in the pool downstairs.
"Y'know, I don't really feel like going to the pool anymore," Kendall began, standing up and looking to his three other friends. "I feel like some hot cocoa, what about you guys?" He was met with nothing but enthusiastic yesses all around, and as Kendall led the way, Logan trailed back, setting the picture on the coffee table in front of the bright orange couch. Sparing one last glance at the picture of four young boys, all huddled under a blanket together, each holding a mug of hot cocoa. Suddenly, Logan wasn't so homesick anymore.
I'll Stand By You - (Some chick.. I'm not sure)
When Logan heard the quiet choked sobs coming from behind the bathroom door, he didn't have to even think twice as to who the noises belonged to. Kendall was trying to hide away from everyone, which is why Logan found him in the bathroom, trying desperately to muffle his quiet cries. The door would be locked, Logan knew that, Kendall wasn't going to chance letting anyone see him like this, couldn't let his friends think that he had any weaknesses. So when he knocked on the door, he could hear a few coughs come from the other side of the door before a slightly muffled 'Just a second'.
"It's me Kendall, let me in." There was hesitation, he could hear the silence on the other side of the door, before he could hear the rustle of clothes, and the click of the lock. The door wasn't opened for him, but he didn't expect it to be. It was kind of Kendall's way of showing him that Logan wasn't exactly wanted, so Logan was going to have to push a little bit.
When Logan slid inside the door, closing it, and locking it behind him, he wasn't really surprised to see Kendall leaned up against the wall, sitting on the tile floor, knees drawn up to his chest, and arms wrapped around his legs as if shielding him from the rest of the world. Though it wasn't the world Logan imagined he was trying to hide from, but his own thoughts.
There were no words spoken as he knelt in front of Kendall, and forcibly pulled him to him, wrapping his arms around the boy, and resting his head on the top of the dark blonde hair. Kendall didn't put up much of a fight, as he wrapped his arms around Logan's waist, and just cried. Logan's shirt was almost instantly wet with the tears that flowed nonstop from the usually happy bright green eyes. Logan just held Kendall tighter, because he knew no matter how much the taller boy hated anyone to see him cry, he made exceptions for Logan, on the anniversary of his fathers death.
Take Me There- Blackstreet *Off the fricken Now 2 Cd lol*
Looking back on his decision, James wondered if he should have rethought taking Carlos to the indoor sports store. They had climbing walls, a skydive capsule, and basically things Carlos would probably break a few bones if he were to do them in a natural way. James knew Carlos was a daredevil, he wanted to do anything that would get his adrenaline pumping, and James had heard him talking a lot about going rock climbing lately. So when he decided to take Carlos out just the two of them for part of his birthday present, he could think of no better place.
Carlos acted like a small kid in a candy store, looking this way and that at everything he could do, looking like he was about to run one way, only turn and hesitate about possibly going the other way instead. So James just smiled, and let Carlos grab his hand, dragging him practically all over the building, looking at everything, apparently sizing things up to decided what he was going to do first, all the way to last.
James wasn't surprised when the climbing wall had come first, as it really was the whole point of bringing Carlos here in the first place. Though now that they were here, he was glad he decided he had gone with the building that had a large selection, instead of just going somewhere where all they had is a climbing wall.
James always thought of himself as very fit and active, but as he followed along right behind Carlos, doing everything together with him, he felt like he was an eighty year old man, because as Carlos seemed as energized as he was when they first got here, James was starting to feel out breath. His muscles were actually starting to get sore with all the times they had climbed the wall. They had climbed it twice on the hard wall, and then Carlos decided that he wanted to see who could do it in the shortest time. Then he wanted to see who could do it in the shortest time blindfolded. James had lost count the sixth time they had climbed the wall. By the time they had made it to the skydive tube, he was trying not to just lay out and fall asleep.
But as the day was concluding, and Carlos hadn't had anything less than a ear to ear smile the entire day, James knew he'd do it all again, and a hundred times over, if it meant keeping that smile on Carlos' face.
This was fun, and quite refreshing! Which is why I'm only stopping right now because it's 2:30am and I'm too tired to continue. Expect more of these though, probably even tomorrow lol