Just...prepare to cry.


Kendall hates it. He hates everything about what he and Logan supposedly have, or no, he doesn't hate it, he likes it,well he likes part of it. Sometimes. No..No...he hated it, because he wished it could be different, right now as Logan dug his way into his ass, holding his arms down, moaning against his lips he couldn't help but cry,because its the same thing every night. Logan would crawl into his bed,kiss him all over, and he would give Logan everything that he wanted, because he loved him so much and he knew that Logan knew that. And he couldn't even pretend that it was fake. Because she was all over him, he could smell her perfume on his skin, could taste her cotton candy sweet taste in his mouth, her, Camille. Kendall tried not to cry about it when he was alone, he couldn't show how much it hurt or Logan would stop it all together and he wouldn't have Logan in any way,and he wouldn't be able to handle that. Now, Logan was pulling him in his arms, kissing him, telling him just how much he loved him. But no. He was lying. When Kendall woke up he would be gone, and when he went to breakfast he would ignore him except a simple 'morning' and later on, she would be here, and Logan's arms so warm and tight and snug, while Logan gave him his charming smile and then he would go drag Camille away to go fuck or make out or something, leaving Kendall alone. Unloved. With a broken heart.

Because no matter what..

...no matter how much he loved him more then her...

He would always be Logan's play toy

...his whore...

...his second choice...


I have no idea were this came from. BRB crying.

Lots Of Love,

Sarah