Okay so I got home and did exactly what he did except the dinner part, but I was thinking about how much I want to make a big dinner and Jesus I typed that up so fast. I've been waiting for some inspiration or something to hit me, because I've been dying to start my first Kames fic. It is here and I am so happy. It's short because it's the beginning, but I promise future chapters will be more lengthy.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters and that makes me sad.


Walking home was painful. I felt a sharp pain in my side and I was kind of nauseous, which was weird because I had two granola bars and a Capri Sun this morning. It's only 11:30, I'd say. I don't have my phone. Or anything, for that matter. I wouldn't know. As I enter my neighborhood the pain gets worse and now my chest is aching, too. I'm staring at my legs as they take each step. Clad in blue jeans and I think I should wear these jeans more often because my legs look really good. That makes me sound a little more feminine than I already am. Tomorrow is my last day, I think. No more school ever because according to them, my grades aren't good enough for college. I don't know about my grades. I don't worry about them. I get by, I think.

I get home and I'm expecting the worst. I'm not quite sure because this is my house, after all. Mine and all mine. My parents kicked me out and got me an apartment.. last year? I think. My parents.. are divorced. One of them is dead. So just mom bought the house. Right. Just mom. Dad's gone. Katie's gone. Not dead, just gone. Who else..

There's my house.

It's hot outside.

I decide turning on my laptop takes too much time so I move the mouse on the desktop and wait. It wakes up. The screen is bright. There's too much sun coming in through the screened door. I move to lie down on the couch and I close my eyes and oh. That feels better. My headache subsides and then I'm at the computer chair again. I took off my pants, don't know when. I'm sitting in a white shirt and boxers and checking things and ignoring messages and I decide right then as I close my eyes for a second time, resting my head in my hands, that I am going to make a big dinner.

I pull things out one by one and I don't know what I'm doing, but I go with it and I let my hands do the wandering and the switching and stirring and cutting and it seems that they have a mind of their own while my mind watches. The dinner is large enough for an entire family. I clear off the kitchen table and I wonder why my paren- mom. I wonder why my mom bought me so much stuff when she kicked me out but I sit down anyways. I sit down and I stare at the dinner and other empty chairs. Suddenly someone is there and I don't remember.. I don't remember letting anyone in.

They're looking at me. I tell them to stop that so I can eat my dinner and they look at me again before getting up and wandering around my house like it is their own.

Suddenly I don't feel so hungry anymore. This is my house. Not theirs. Mine. I turn to tell them to leave and never come back but I can't move. Someone is grabbing me and I am being strapped to something that I think is a stretcher. When did that get here? There are too many people in my house. There are people outside of my little door and people in the parking lot of the complex and there are lights and I start to get very sleepy. I want to sleep. There is a man in a uniform telling me to calm down and that everything is going to be okay and that I didn't do too much damage.

Damage?

My eyes shut and the last thing I hear is a shrill scream of "Kendall!" before sleep takes me in it's welcoming arms.


A/N: Review? Please. That'd be nice.