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This is an AU fiction. It means, BTR doesn't exist, Greenwood is a small city in Washington State that I made for this fiction. I don't own anything.
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Love.
What is the valid definition of love?
Is it for parents? For best friends? For boyfriend or girlfriend?
Another question, what do you get from love? Happiness? Pain?
And how do you feel about that?
Do you ever wonder about what is the actual meaning of LOVE? Do you ever really think about the love that you feel right now is the REAL love or it isn't?
Trust me. Love only has two definition. Either it is really delighted, overjoyed, whatever those fucking words to describe how happy you are, or it is extremely excruciating, torturing you like hell.
Let me enlighten you.
My name is Kendall Knight.
I'm not psychologist or therapist, or shrink, or whatever you called it. I'm just a person who not fully understand about the concept of love, but I know how it feels like to love and be loved. I know how it feels like to give up on love because of love.
This story began when I was on my senior year, a seventeen year old boy who moved from Minnesota to a small city in Washington State named Greenwood.
"Kendall, dinner is ready!" I heard Mom shouted from downstairs. I opened my eyes hardly, feeling so sleepy and tired even to get up from the bed that I just made 3 hours ago. My body was less energy, more to zero energy. We'd been busy since this morning to decorate our new house, moved every furniture and boxes filled with our belongings. Packing and unpacking were the shittiest things in earth. Even we got help from the movers, still this wasn't easy. I felt like all of muscles - if I had any - were forced into its limit. Painful.
Had a new house in new neighbourhood was good but, hell, I wished I had those kind of magic to move things in and out, up and down instantly. Reality check, that thing would never ever happened.
Slowly, I woke up and came downstairs. Mom wore her new apron - a floral apron from me as a gift for a 'welcome to new home' even I moved along with her. Cheesy huh? Whatever. I love my Mom, and you should too. It felt amazing to spoil my Mom. Because I fucking love her too much more than anything in this world.
Chicken with spinach and kale salad was already served in our new dining table. My Mom forced me to eat healthier. I'm grateful to have Mom like her, but really, eat greens every single day was suck. If only I could choose, I'd choose pizza or burger.
"My boss called 10 minutes ago," she began to chop her chicken into small pieces, "He said that I have to be at work on 8 in the morning."
I nodded, "Cool," didn't know what to say anymore, I took full spoon of salad into my mouth.
"Yeah. Do you need anything else for school tomorrow?"
"No," I shook my head, murmured with mouth full of meal, "I'm fine."
She frowned but nod anyway, "Alright. You don't have to worry, all you have to do is go to administration room to get your…"
I chuckled. My Mom just being herself, always worry and treat me like a child, "Mom.. I will be fine okay? I'm seventeen, not seven. Stop worrying about me."
Her pale face reddened, "Really?" she chuckled, "Ages. I didn't remember you're grow up too, Kendall. We're growing up. Never realized it."
I smiled, "You already filled my documents and took care everything. I'll be fine tomorrow." she was 47 but for some reasons, I was more mature than her. I didn't blame her. This was her character, caring and loving. Then again, it was hard, really really hard for both of us to let Dad go. He died 5 years ago because of car accident. So, here I am. Being the man in the house, promised himself to take care and protect his Mom with his life.
"It sounds nice." she smiled beautifully, "Promise me you won't wear your ugly metal t-shirts."
"Well…"
"Kendall!"
I nodded quickly, "Promise."
The moment I entered the Greenwood High building, I could feel everyone stared at me like I was one of those freak characters on American Horror Story. I swore that I showered this morning, even shaved so my face clean and yeah, looked pretty good for my eyes.
I wore denim shirt with a pair of black jeans and black converse. This was my nicest outfit actually. Did I do something wrong? But when? I arrived yesterday, had been busy with new home and all shitty things. So, I knew that I didn't do anything wrong.
I tried to ignore those eyes and rushed to the administration room. When I opened the door, a short cute brunet boy turned his head and smiled, "Yes?" he asked. He looked too young to work at administration room. I thought he was in the same age with me.
I meant, look at those cute dimples and sweet smile!
"I… uh… I'm Kendall Knight, new student." I stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous, "I'm here to get my schedule and gym uniform."
He nodded, "Sure. Mrs. Pott will be here in minute." then he pulled the chair and sat, back to the documents on the desk.
"So you're not working here?" I sat on the old sofa. This room wasn't nice at all. It was dusty and smelled like an old people.
He chuckled, "Me? No."
"Student?" I asked again, hope he didn't mind. I'm not good at making friends, but my Mom said that I'm a nice person. Well, there were two options, either she was telling the truth or she told me that because she was my Mom.
He nodded, "Yeah. Kendall Knight, right? I'm Logan Mitchell." he extended his hand to shook my hand and I accepted his hand and shook him back.
"Kendall Knight."
"Senior?" Logan asked, back to his documents. I didn't understand, he said that he didn't work here but for my eyes he seemed to be work in here.
I nodded, "Yeah."
"Kinda late huh? We're already in mid semester."
I shrugged, "Sorta."
A middle age woman came to the room with some documents on her hand, "Mr. Mitchell, thank you for the help."
"I'm glad to help," Logan nodded, "Mrs. Pott, this is Kendall Knight, the new student."
Her eyes ran toward me, "Oh yes, Mr. Knight!" she seemed too happy. She quickly walked toward her desk and opened the first drawer, taking a green binder, "Mr. Knight." she called me as a sign that she wanted me to get my ass up from the old sofa to her desk.
"Here's your schedule," she handed me some papers, "application letters for teacher, you have to get every teacher's sign and give it back to me after the last period. And…" she opened the third drawer - biggest one, "This is your gym uniform,"
I nodded, "Thank you."
"Sure. Is there anything else I can help, Dear?" Mrs. Pott sounded like my Grand.
"No," I shook my head.
She smiled and gave me a soft nod, "Alright. Perhaps Mr. Mitchell could show you around before first period?"
Logan nodded, "Sure."
"Very well," she smiled - and it scared me to realize how often she smiled, "Have a great day for both of you."
After exchanged 'good day' with her, I followed Logan's back to get out from the room. Weirdly, I felt relieved. It felt like I was being torture with her kindest or something. That was fucking weird even for me.
"What's your first class?" Logan asked.
I looked down, "Uh… AP Calculus." not even sure to what classes I chose for my senior years. To be completely honest, I didn't even sure how I pictured my short-term future: college. Mom had been asked frequently about where I want to apply or what I'm going to majoring. But really, I didn't know how to answer, even to give her a shitty answer because I didn't know. So, right now, I thought that I just need to graduate.
"You're in the same class with me." He smiled.
I felt relief, at least I did know someone in my first class. It would be really awkward and bad to not know anyone, "Cool."
Greenwood High was actually big, bigger from my old school - old, last? - back in Minnesota. We'd been walked for about 5 minutes and we'd gotten anywhere except hallways.
"It's funny you moved in," he chuckled, "Well, people moving out not moving in."
I agreed with him. In this small and green city - seriously, this city had too many trees, felt like we were surrounded by mountains - people usually moving out to bigger city. But, me and Mom were the exception I guess. She got her new job 2 months ago and we were so thrilled to move out from Minnesota ever since. I spent my entire life in the cold and snowy city, so moving out was a really good idea even though I never thought about it before.
"Mom got a new job," I gave him a short and clear question.
Logan nodded, "Where do you come from?"
I just realized that the building didn't have any floors. It only had one floor and seriously, this was big.
"Minnesota."
Logan's eyes widened, "Really? Cool! Do you play hockey?"
"Yeah," I nodded, "I played. Guess, not anymore." I turned my head to see the field, some boys were playing football.
"You're into sports then," he stated, "We only have two sports team, swimming and football. If you're not interested, then you can join science club."
So this Logan dude was definitely the science club member - or maybe the chairman.
"Well, I'm not into swimming or football or ... science," I gave him a dry laugh, "Dude, do I look like the brain?"
He laughed, "That's not a mandatory to join any teams if you're senior. Then again, you are new student. So, it's kinda late."
"WATCH OUT!"
"Yeah…" before I could continue my sentence, something hit my back really hard and made me fall into the ground. My man's dignity was fell too.
Logan quickly helped me to get up. He was really nice to not laugh but help me instead. But I was too busy to think about his kindest and nice act. What kind of human who kicked the ball that hard? Maybe yes I'm the skinny guy type but, I'm not weak. So it was the kicker's fault.
I turned my head to see who was the person, the fucking kicker who made me fall and someone ran toward us. An incredibly handsome boy with brunet wet hair with sweat, reddened cheeks after playing, a pair of beautiful hazel eyes, pink kissable lips, fair skin.
Forgot to mention. He was shirtless.
SHIRTLESS.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
He showed off his bare chest, sexy collar bones, biceps and fucking abs. Holy fucking shit!
"Dude, I'm so sorry!" he said with chest raising up and down after running from the field, "You're okay?"
But my tongue was tied up. I couldn't say anything to him but staring at him like a pervert instead. Fucking moron!
He was sweaty but hell, how could someone be this sexy with sweat all over his body? and for God's sake, it was still morning. Was it too early to get some sports?
"Uh…" he frowned, feeling awkward.
I nodded quickly, "I'm fine." and that wasn't the truth. My palms and knees were hurt but the delightful feature of him was my pleasure. It wasn't any problem at all even if I hit by a truck.
He smiled, "Cool."
"MR. DIAMOND, how many times I have to remind you that you're not allowed to take off your shirt at school?!" A middle age guy came toward us. He wore white shirt and tie, so I assumed he was the principal. He looked angry and this Greek God just stared at him with innocent eyes.
He sighed, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Mitchell but I'm just… hot."
Logan laughed, "Bye, James." and he signed me to get out from there, not being the witness where that beautiful human being was being attacked by Mr. Principal.
Clearly this James Greek God Diamond dude didn't know how to answer questions from Principal.
I'm just hot?
Really?
I couldn't hear the rest of the conversation and didn't want to turn my head either. Because, first, Logan would notice that I meant to overheard the conversation. Two, Logan would notice that James Diamond really got my attention in one sight.