You guys can go ahead and kill me now. What am I doing? I put this story up, I write six chapters, I delete it. Then I put up the first chapter again and delete it. Go ahead and yell at me, I don't mind. I'm so mad at myself right now. I thought I wouldn't get any more ideas for this story, but then I came up with something for the seventh chapter. So, here's the first chapter.
Kendall rolled over on his bed and stared at the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand in between his bed and Logan's bed. It was now 3:48 in the morning and no matter how hard he tried, he could not fall asleep. He was tired and cranky, but sleep just wouldn't come his way. The blond boy rolled over on his back and stared up at the ceiling. It wasn't long before he got bored of looking up at the unentertaining thing. Bored and irritated, the young boy once again rolled over on his side to look out at the moon shining through his open window.
"I am so bored," Kendall whispered to himself. He kept staring at the moon for a couple of minutes, before swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, and putting on his sneakers. He decided there was no way he was falling asleep. So instead of lying in bed, he decided to go watch some cartoons in the living room.
As soon as his feet touched the floor, he felt a strong wave of dizziness overtake him. He gripped the edge of the nightstand with both hands and waited for the dizziness to stop. When it finally did stop, he stood there with confusion written all over his face. "Well that was weird," he whispered with a shrug of his shoulders. He made sure Logan was fast asleep before slipping out of the room.
The whole apartment was dead quiet. The only sound available was that of the shuffling of the young boy's feet against the wooden floor. The TV was of course turned off, but not for long. Kendall quickly took a seat on the orange couch and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. He turned on the TV to his favorite channel. Never in a million years would he admit to the guys that Boomerang was his favorite channel. They would surely make fun of him.
He tried to stifle a laugh as he watched Tom and Jerry run around on the television screen. He kept his eyes on the TV for a while, but had to shut it off when he felt his eyelids dropping every few seconds. Being too tired to go to his bedroom, Kendall grabbed a blanket lying beside him and curled himself into a ball on the couch, resting his head against a couch cushion. The 16-year-old boy fell asleep within seconds with the soft blue blanket wrapped tightly around his shivering body.
Ten minutes later, Kendall awoke in a start. He gripped the soft blanket to his chest as a sudden chill ran down his body. Why was he so cold? The weather outside was only a little bit below seventy degrees and the apartment wasn't any colder. So why was he shivering so much?
Kendall buried his face into the couch cushion and let out a puff of air. He curled up into an even smaller ball and rocked back and forth, whimpering because of how sick to his stomach he was suddenly feeling. He felt like all of the contents of his stomach would come running back up his esophagus. But he didn't want to throw up. The thought made him even more vulnerable.
Debating on what to do, Kendall stayed still, not wanting to cause any sudden movements. For all he knew, he could throw up any second, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
It took him a good five minutes to compose himself, but when the nausea subsided, Kendall turned himself around, so he was now staring at the ceiling once again. He wrapped his skinny arms around his tummy and glared at the little squares on the roof. How fun must it be for them to watch him while he whimpers in pain? Very fun indeed.
Great, now he was mad at the squares on the ceiling. What was he, a delusional freak?
Kendall ran his hands through his dirty blond hair in stress. He wanted to fall asleep so badly. But more than anything, he wanted the pain in his stomach -which had now returned- to go away. He tightened his grip on part of his hair and resisted the urge to pull it right out of his scalp. He needed sleep. He needed it so badly. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
The flip flops in his stomach suddenly got to a point in which he couldn't fight them anymore. He hurriedly stood up and bolted towards the bathroom. Once inside, Kendall gripped the edge of the sink with both hands so hard that his knuckles turned plain white. He closed his eyes and waited for the nausea to go away like before, but it only got worse. Taking one last breath, he inched his way closer to the sink and waited for the food he had eaten that evening to come rushing back up.
"I don't want to throw up," Kendall whispered to himself. Just like a curse, he found himself throwing up the contents of his stomach into the sink after a few seconds. When he was done, the dirty blond opened the faucet and watched disgustingly as his vomit went down the drain. The sight made him even sicker.
When he was finally done puking his guts out, Kendall leaned his back against the bathroom wall and let himself slide down all the way to the floor. He then brought his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, leaned his head against them, and closed his eyes. A sharp pain erupted inside his head. He sighed, wishing for the pain to go away. But it didn't.
Twenty minutes later, the dirty blond boy still found himself sitting on the white tile floor. He unburied his face from his knees and slowly got back up on his feet. He gripped the sink with both hands for support once again and took a look at himself in the mirror. He was not surprised to find dark bags under his eyes and his eyes blood-shot from lack of sleep. He was so tired. All he needed was sleep, and he was determined to get it one way or another.
Kendall walked out of the bathroom and sat on a bar stool in the kitchen. He leaned his throbbing head against the cold surface of the table in front of him and let out a tired sigh. When he lifted his head to look up at the clock ticking away on the wall, he wasn't surprised to find that it was now near five thirty in the morning. He sighed once again and walked back to the couch, where he curled up and tucked himself in. He closed his eyes and let sleep finally take him away. But it wasn't long before he was awakened once again by a painful twist in his stomach.
Kendall's eyelids fluttered open to reveal his light green eyes. He squirmed in his spot and glared at the floor which seemed to be moving in a circle. Yes, he was definitely getting dizzy again.
The sound of quiet footsteps caused the sick boy to turn around. Kendall squinted his eyes, trying to figure out who was the person that was standing in the middle of the living room. He watched with curiosity as the figure grabbed a hockey stick that was lying around on the floor and lifted it above his head.
"W-who's there?"
Kendall let out a sigh of relief when he instantly recognized the voice. It was James.
"The fuzzy eyebrow monster." Kendall giggled, his dizziness now gone. James put the bat down and took a seat next to the tired teen.
"Ugh! Kendall you scared me!" James exclaimed as he threw his arms in the air.
"Sorry about that," Kendall responded before curling back up into a ball.
"Hey, you okay, buddy?" James asked. Kendall felt one of James' hands land on his burning forehead. The contact made him shiver a bit at how cold James' hand felt against his feverish skin. The dirty blond buried his face deeper into his blanket and shook his head in response. "What's wrong?" Kendall sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was talk. His throat felt soar from the vomiting he had been doing earlier and he hated admitting he was sick. But sometimes he just needed to let his guard down and let his friends take care of him.
"I threw up," Kendall admitted in a whisper. James' hand moved from his forehead to run his fingers through the younger boy's blond hair. It amazed Kendall how James could be so careless towards things that didn't matter but could be the most caring person when it came to the people he cared about.
"Is your tummy bothering you?" Kendall could hear the desperation and concern in the older boy's voice. This time Kendall nodded as he let out a quiet yawn. James frowned; he hated to see his little buddy in such a vulnerable state. Kendall looked so small and weak. He looked so sick. It broke James' heart at such a sight.
"James, why did you wake up?" Kendall asked in a raspy voice. James turned to look at his little friend, a small smile appearing on his face.
"I was having trouble falling asleep, so I decided to come to the living room and wait for you guys to wake up. Then I found you sitting here."
"Oh," Kendall replied. He buried his face into his blanket once again before letting out a soft whimper.
James caringly moved back Kendall's bangs and once again placed his hand on the blond's burning forehead. He cringed at how warm it felt. "Kenny, you're so hot, buddy."
Kendall chuckled. "James, no offence, but that sounded kinda weird."
James resisted the temptation to knock the boy upside the head. "You know what I mean, dude! I mean, you're burning up with a fever, not… THAT."
"I know what you meant," Kendall whispered. The blond whimpered again, and then the unthinkable happened. James watched as the poor boy leaned his head over the edge of the couch and started dry heaving and gagging. He rubbed Kendall's back as he emptied the little he had left in his stomach on the floor.
"Hey, you alright, little bro?" James asked after Kendall had finished throwing up. The smaller boy looked up, his usually bright, light green eyes looking as dull as ever. He mastered a nod through the shivers that seemed to shake his whole body. "I'm gonna clean it up, alright, buddy?" Kendall nodded again. James could faintly see the embarrassment tinted in the boy's already flushed cheeks. He gave Kendall's shoulder a light squeeze, and then ran to get some newspaper to clean up the mess.
Kendall laid back down on the couch and tucked himself in under his blanket. He waited for James to come back to the living room and then closed his eyes. He whispered a quiet 'thank you' to James and finally let sleep take him away.
Don't even review, okay? I don't deserve it. Just don't, please. Anyway, hoped you liked the first chapter… Chapter 2 will be up probably by Monday. Have a nice weekend!
~ BigTimeRush-BTR :)