Hey guys! This is my first BTR related story, but I had to do it as revenge on Ariel Loves Kendall Schmidt... She knows I hate it when people call Carlos Mexican. Not that that is bad but yeah...
I no own BTR. If I did Carlos would be a very twisted person.
"Kendall, are you sure?" James pestered for the 15th time.
I groaned.
"Yes James, I'm sure. I've been sure for the past 36 minutes and I don't know, the last seventeen years of my life."
'Damn you Logan.' I silently cursed the smart boy for planting the seed in James and Carlos's minds. Knowing full well that Carlos would immediately believe him and with a little conviction, James would follow suit.
I turned to walk away from him but he swiveled and stepped in my path.
"Kendall. It's okay. It's perfectly natural to have these feelings. Just know that it's not your fault and as your best friends we will support you."
James looked completely sincere and I grimaced.
"Wha- James? What feelings? Look no matter how many times you ask me my answer will remain the same. Why in the hell, would I have fake eyebrows?"
James looked down at me, something I found mildly irritating and his big hazel eyes caught mine.
"I was just trying to make you feel accepted."
I sighed. And ran a hand through my hair, letting the dirty blonde strands fall in my face.
"James. Logan was messing around. He knows you guys will believe most of what he says so that's why he did that."
Logan had sat us all down for an impromptu "band meeting" and took out various booklets and charts all headlined with the bold words: Why Kendall's eyebrows are fake.
At first James and Carlos had laughed it off. Figuring the genius was in a rare stupid mood. But as Logan started rattling of different facts and 'recent data' the two sobered up. Believing every piece of crap that he mixed with a small ounce of truth to make it seem honest.
I had glared daggers at him through the whole thing, but he just continued to plead his case to Carlos and James, sending me an innocent smile.
The two less mature boys had looked right at my eyebrows with confused and questioning glances. I protested but it was in vain, because the two had spent almost every moment staring and asking me if it was true.
Carlos had let up after 14 minutes, being distracted by his insatiable hunger for his favorite batter dipped snack. But he still sent me a few uneasy glances.
James was the problem.
I mean yeah, my eyebrows are kinda bushy. I'm aware of that. But it's not like I have a freaking Pomeranian on my forehead, like my band mates hinted. I had no idea why Logan would just make up such a ridiculous story like that.
And besides, I was under the impression that my fans found my eyebrows sexy.
James continued to stare at me, doubt flickering in his eyes.
I looked him straight on and placed my hands on his shoulders.
"James. I promise you. My eyebrows are 100% real. When would I have the time to go get fake eyebrows? Seriously, why would I need fake eyebrows and lastly, What guy gets false eyebrows anyway? These,"
I wriggled my eyebrows in a fashion that always made James laugh, and continued.
"Are real."
James nodded and a small smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, I believe you for now, Knight. But if I find out you lied..." he threatened, but the smile he wore ruined his statement.
I held my hands up as a sign of surrender.
"Hey. You have my word."
James laughed but then frowned slightly.
"Then how else do you explain those bushes you call eyebrows..."
Review if you find Kenny's eyebrows sexy. :)
