So I'm posting this because I feel guilty about not updating my other story when I said I would...you can blame my finals for that. This story doesnt really have a plot and I know this idea has been done already so many times. I mostly just started writing this because it's fun for me and it helps with my writer's block for my other story.

The M rating is for swearing and mild violence. Yeah Kendall is kind of bad in this...probably because I don't think I'm capable of writing him as anything else.

I don't own BTR

Kendall had been waiting outside of Gold's Gym for almost an hour. He looked at his phone and saw that it was already past 10 o'clock. His mark should have been out by now but so far there was no sign of him. If this job wasn't so personal Kendall probably would have given up by now and just waited until another day. He considered this as he reached into his coat pocket for his cigarettes. He thought about going home, kicking back on the couch and relaxing, maybe seeing what his mom made for dinner. Nah this'll be way more fun, he decided. Plus it shouldn't take too long, so long as whatshisface hurries the fuck up.

Finally, he saw his target make his way out of the building. He appeared to be the last one leaving the place, which was good thing. Kendall flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, then proceeded to tail him all the way to the parking lot. He waited until right as he was about to get into his car before he crept behind him, drew his gun and pressed it to the base of his skull. "Don't move."

The man slowly lifted his hands above his head, dropping his gym bag to the ground. "Look, all I have is $15 and a cell phone on me. You can have it."

"I don't want your money."

"M-my car keys! Take my car!" he sputtered out. "Whatever you want."

"Right this second? I want you to shut up except to tell me your name."

"Jett Stetson."

Good, Kendall thought. He had to at least make sure he'd gotten the right guy or else this was about to be a really awkward situation. Kendall had never conversed with Mr. Stetson before, but he'd seen him once or twice in passing. It wasn't enough to make a positive ID on him though, especially in the dark at night when he could only see his profile or the back of his head.

"Alright Jett, you're gonna put this on and you're gonna follow my instructions carefully and I won't blow your brains out. Capiche?" Kendall said, handing him a long black cloth.

"What is it?"

Kendall rolled his eyes. "It's a blindfold. Now hurry the fuck up."

Kendall waited patiently while he tied it over his face.

"W-why are you doing this?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Now move," he ordered.

Kendall marched him through alleys and unlit parking lots until they arrived at their destination. The whole time Jett remained surprisingly calm, probably so as not to piss off whomever this psychopath was who was holding him at gunpoint. Once they got there Kendall threw him down onto the ground, landing him face first into the grass. As expected, Jett began to try to reason with him. "Look, you don't have to do this. You can just let me go and I won't tell anyone. I haven't even seen your face yet, I don't even know who you are!"

"How rude of me not to introduce myself," muttered Kendall. He pulled the blindfold off of Jett's face so he was met with menacing green eyes, and he watched as recognition flashed across the shorter man's face. "Kendall Knight, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"I know you…from somewhere."

Kendall rolled his eyes again. "Well duh. And do you recognize this field we're in? You play on it every Friday."

Jett sat up slightly and looked around, realizing they were on their high school football field. And the boy with the gun was none other than Kendall Knight, who was notorious for causing trouble. Jett had only heard stories about the blond boy but he'd assumed they were all made up. But now that he could confirm that the stories were true, and that he was in fact insane, Jett had to wonder what he could have possibly done to piss him off? They didn't even know each other. They'd gone to the same school since middle school but they ran in two completely different circles. Jett was one of the rich kids who lived on the other side of Minneapolis, while Kendall was just one of the bottom feeders.

"Look whatever you want from me I'll give it to you.…I have my ATM card with me," he tried.

"I told you I don't want your money."

"Then what?!"

Kendall smirked. "Today is Judgment Day Mr. Stetson. Now I'm gonna give you a chance to confess your sins."

"I don't what you're talking about! I haven't done anything, I swear. I don't even know you!"

Kendall felt his own anger rise to dangerous levels, hearing him try to deny that he'd done anything wrong and play innocent. How could he not even consider the damage he'd done to an innocent person, not even a week ago? Had he already pushed it out of his mind so quickly? Or was this just something he did all the time, so often that it didn't even matter to him.

"Don't fucking lie to me. Or do you need me to refresh your memory?" Kendall cocked his gun and pressed it harder against his forehead. His heart was beating so fast, he wanted to just let out all of his anger and go apeshit on him, but he knew he couldn't do that. He wanted this to play out a certain way and for that to happen he needed to remain calm. "You know, I've always believed that if you were gonna murder somebody, the least you could do is look them in the face and tell them why before you do it. It's the least I could do, so Jett, I'm gonna do you that courtesy." Kendall bent down and drew closer to his face. "Jett…this is for Logan."

"Wait! Wait, did you say Logan? Logan Mitchell?" Jett began to get nervous. "You know him?"

"You could say that."

"I didn't know you guys were friends…" Jett swallowed. "Well he and I are friends too! If you ask him I bet he'll tell you. We're really, uh, close."

"Logan told me all about how close you two were. He told me everything and I'm pretty sure he doesn't consider you a friend now."

"Hey, that was all just a misunderstanding...I never meant to hurt him…"

"Shut up," Kendall snapped, unwilling to hear him try to lie his way out of this.

"Look I'm really sorry for what I did to him."

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to. Are you aware that distributing sexually explicit photos of a minor is a crime punishable by law?"

"It was a joke! I didn't think it was that big a deal."

Kendall ignored him and continued, "You know, Logan may be too nice to see to it that you pay for what you did, but unfortunately for you I'm not so nice." Kendall drew back and kicked him in the stomach, feeling a wave of adrenaline rush over him as he did so. He watched Jett double over in pain, then he grabbed him by the hair and hit him over the face with the gun. By the time he was done Jett was spitting out blood.

"Please stop…I'm begging you," he choked out.

"Say goodnight Jett," Kendall murmured. He raised his gun once again and waited for Jett to start groveling.

"Please, don't shoot. I'll do anything just please. I-I'm sorry. I'll never do it again I swear. I'll do anything just please don't shoot me."

Kendall smirked. "You'll do anything?"

"Yes, anything! Just don't kill me."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Kendall withdrew the gun once again, to Jett's relief. And he reached into his bag and pulled out what appeared to be a roll of duct tape. "Take off your clothes."

"…What?"

"C'mon I don't have all night! Hurry up," Kendall said, gesturing with his gun to speed things along.

Jett was shaking as he obeyed orders and he looked terrified when he was done. His pants and his hoodie were thrown in a pile on the grass beside him so he was down to his boxers and socks and when Kendall looked at him he looked like he was ready to cry. "W-what are you gonna do?"

Kendall just smirked.

Kendall rolled out his final piece of duct tape and placed it over Jett's mouth. Then he stepped back and took a minute to admire his own handiwork. He smiled. If he could pat himself on the back at that moment he would.

"Alright Jett, I know you can't talk right now so what I'm about to say to you, I want you to just nod your head to show me you understand. Can you do that?"

Jett nodded his head weakly.

"Tomorrow night around 6:30 you're gonna show up to the diner on 54th street and you're gonna apologize to Logan for what you did to him. Then after that you're not to look at him, talk to him, or even say his name ever again. Understood?"

Again Jett nodded.

"Great. You have a nice night now. See ya in the morning!" Kendall said with a grin, and then he went on his way.

Kendall figured he'd better head home soon since it was already past his curfew, but there was one quick stop he needed to make. Hopefully his mom would be passed out already by the time he got home so he wouldn't have to deal with her grilling him over where he'd been all night. He made his way back to the gym where he parked his car, grateful when he remembered he had a change of clothes stashed. He had accidentally gotten some of Jett's blood on his t-shirt. Gross.

Kendall changed into a clean shirt quickly, then started the car and drove the few blocks over to the street where Logan lived. Hopefully the boy was still awake. He knew Logan was prone to being in bed by 9:30.

He made sure to park in front of a different house so as not to alert the boy's parents. Then he climbed the fence to Logan's backyard and began tossing rocks at his window. After a few seconds a dark head appeared and Kendall smiled.

Logan opened his window and whisper yelled, "Kendall! What are you doing here?"

Kendall waved for him to come down. Logan sighed, only about to protest for a moment before he gave in and shut his window to make his way downstairs.

As soon as he was outside on the patio where Kendall was he ran into the taller boy's arms. Kendall laughed closing his arms around him in a protective hug. "I'm surprised you're still up."

"Hey, I don't always go to bed at 9:30. I've been up reading thank you very much," he informed him.

Kendall smirked. "Of course you were."

"So to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.

"Eh, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd come see ya."

"Really, you were in the neighborhood? Doing what exactly?"

Kendall shrugged. "Just going for a drive. Do I really need a reason to come see you?"

"At 10 o'clock at night, yes you do. You're gonna get me in trouble."

"I just need a minute and then you can go back inside. I need to ask you something."

"What?"

Kendall took a deep breath, preparing himself for what he was about to say. "I know I've waited awhile to do this but I wanted to make sure I did it right." Kendall took Logan's hands in his and laced their fingers together. "Logan…would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow?"

Logan's face lit up in surprise, and then he beamed. This was sort of a big deal because Kendall had never officially asked him out yet and until then Logan wasn't sure that he ever would. "I'd love to but… I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm still grounded for skipping school. I don't get off punishment until next week."

Kendall's face fell. Well that blows. "Why were you skipping school anyway? You love school."

Logan bit his lip and turned away. He knew why he skipped school and he knew Kendall knew why. He just didn't like talking about what Jett had done to him because he was still embarrassed by it. Truthfully, because of it, he was still too afraid to face everyone at school.

"Logan, you shouldn't care what those assholes at school say about you."

"I don't," he lied. "And you're the last person to lecture me about going to school. When do you ever go to school?"

"Touché. But trust me Loges, you're gonna want to go tomorrow."

The shorter boy raised his eyebrows. Apparently Kendall was up to something but as usual Logan was kind of afraid to find out what. "Why…?"

Kendall smiled that mischievous smile that Logan knew could only mean trouble. "You have to go to find out."

"Fine, I'll go if you go," he said.

"Deal. And also you're going on that date with me tomorrow. Just tell your parents you need to go to the library or something."

Logan sighed and wrapped his arms around the taller boy's neck. "I suppose I could do that…for you."

Kendall smiled and he leaned down to meet the brunette's lips with his own. He kissed him softly, then lifted him up to gently set him down on the patio table. He maneuvered him so that his knees were spread on either side of him and Logan smiled into the kiss, slowly trailing his hands down Kendall's abdomen from his chest to hips, just wanting to touch the taller boy. And then he felt the hard, heavy object in his jacket pocket.

Without thinking Logan reached for Kendall's gun and pulled it out of his jacket to examine it. It was the coldest, heaviest thing he'd ever held in his life. "Kendall.."

"Don't worry it's not loaded," he told him, and he almost smiled remembering how scared Jett was thirty minutes ago.

Logan set it aside on the table beside him, only distracted by it for a moment, and turned to resume kissing the boy he assumed was now officially his boyfriend, even though they'd yet to discuss it. He was just gonna pretend like he didn't see the gun. Logan no longer questioned Kendall and the things he did because he found that he usually didn't like the answers he got when he did. Kendall pulled back slightly to rest his head against Logan's forehead. "You should probably go inside now. Before your parents notice you're gone," he said.

Logan nodded, even though he didn't want to go yet. Then the patio lights turned on, startling both of them. They looked up to see Mrs. Mitchell standing in the doorway. "Logan, what are you doing out here? You know you're on punishment."

Logan rolled his eyes at Kendall, making him smirk. "I know, mom."

Mrs. Mitchell's eyes flickered over to Kendall, and she paused, briefly stunned.

"Hi Mrs. Mitchell," Kendall said.

"Kendall…what are you doing here? Did you need something?"

"We were just talking," Logan said, moving off of the patio table.

"Well, it's late. You need to come inside now," she said shortly, tying her bathrobe tighter around her waist before disappearing back inside.

Logan sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure," Kendall said, and he kissed him on the forehead.

Next chapter is super long. It's already written so I should be posting it soon within the next hour or so. I know some parts of this chapter might have seemed kind of confusing but I promise things will be explained more in the next chapter.