Heya, friends!
So this is going to be sad... And inspired by a story by Moonbeam-987!
Kendall rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, a worried expression on his face.
God... This is getting to be too much...
The blonde's teeth clattered as he glanced out of the window, his eyes settling on his best friend. Kendall winced and looked away, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Look at him...
But isn't that the problem? Looking at him?
Right.
Kendall battled his thoughts, trying to calm down enough to lay down and rest for a while.
You're being irrational, Kendall.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
How?
The blonde stumped himself on that one, but his mind remained cluttered.
How?
Repetition.
How?
Repetition.
How?
Okay, there's no way those questions are all referring to the same subject.
Just go do it.
Kendall's eyes shut tightly and his head stuffed itself into his hands. His head shook furiously.
But I can't.
The blonde sighed. He knew his thoughts had a point, but he'd gone over the many scenarios and outcomes of doing exactly what his thoughts were referring to repeatedly and he couldn't do it.
Oh, but you can.
Kendall closed his eyes and relaxed a tiny bit, taking deep, long, slow breaths to calm down.
I can't tell James I like him, thoughts.
The blonde sighed and continued retaliating.
It doesn't work that way.
So tell me how it is so far. I know it's short, but I might make it into a story. Depending on what you all think.