Hi guys! This is my first fic. I posted this story on wattpad but since I got my fanfiction account back so I thought I'd post here too.
This is an AU fan fiction. It means Big Time Rush and their relationships don't exist.
I hope all of you beautiful people like my story. Please rate and review, it means a lot for me.
Thanks!
"Seriously, Mom..." Kendall groaned, "I'm fine. I don't need staying here." He grumbled, begging to his Mom.
Jennifer Knight gave her one and only son a thin smile, right hand extended to cares her son's head, "Sweety, it's just a week, okay?"
Kendall's mouth pouted, "A week is not an only. It's a long time. How can I explain to my friends?" he stared at her harshly, "Hey, guys. I won't be home for a week because I have depression and I need to stay here until I get better." He mocked as he talked to his friends.
His Mom laughed, "Stop mocking, Kendall Knight. It's only a week."
Kendall let out a deep sigh. He lost. He couldn't be won from his Mom, worse, from doctors, "Alright," He nodded, "Just a week. No more."
Jennifer pulled her son into her warm hug, "See you next week." Before she walked out from inpatient room, she kissed Kendall's forehead, long and soft.
"Bye, Mom. Take care." Kendall smiled as he watched his Mom walked out from his room.
Now he's all alone. He looked around at the empty and cold hospital room. The reason why he forced to stay here because he had depression and his therapist felt needed for Kendall stayed here. What caused the depression? Kendall's Dad died 3 months ago and Kendall couldn't help himself. He loved his parents so much, more than anything. He was really close to his Dad like a best friend and to admit now he's gone was really hard for Kendall.
Kendall threw his body into a bed. It's just 10 minutes or so but he's already in a deadly boring situation. There's no TV, no iPhone, nothing. It's just a room with bed, sofa, bathroom and drawer.
Someone knocked the door and later on a nurse showed up. She smiled and gave Kendall a small pill.
"What is it?" he asked before swallow it into his body.
She handed him a glass of water, "A sedative, for you to take once a day. Take some sleep, Kendall."
He sighed, "It's too early to get sleep..." he murmured, "Uh... can I walk to a park or other places here? I'm bored."
She nodded, "If you promise you won't escape."
Kendall rolled his eyes, "How can I escape when you put a sensor on my foot like a prisoner?" he grumbled.
"Trust me, it's for your own good." She smiled, "Make sure you come back at 10. It's your sleep time." She answered before got out from Kendall's room.
Kendall sighed. He only had one hour to catch fresh air - fresh as an air in hospital, very fresh. He took his varsity jacket and gray beanie then made his way to get out from his room. The hospital hallway was really creepy. Not a dark and empty hallway, otherwise it's bright and nurses walking back and forth. What made it creepy was the way people stare at him, like he's abandoned to walk alone.
Kendall had no idea where he wanted to go until he saw a park. The teen's hospital building actually had a really cool park like how Los Angeles's parks. The decoration was pretty cool with graffiti and skateboarding track. Kendall felt sarcastic about the skateboarding track, are they - doctors and nurses - really let their patients play skateboard?
He sat on the bench under the Eek Tree. He raised his head up to see the clear sky. He hoped there were stars. He always loves stars. His mind ran randomly in moments he had with his Dad. They once stargazing on a hidden hill in Los Angeles and that's cool. His Dad talked so much, telling him his teen's life which was really weird for Kendall as a modern version of his Dad.
Donald Knight was a lovely caring man and Kendall grateful to be his son. He was a successful CEO of Knight & Co - which now running by his Mom - who always has time for his family, especially for his son. The fact that he died and left Kendall was the least thing Kendall had to admit. No, Kendall didn't cry when he heard his Dad died in car accident. No, Kendall didn't cry at the funeral. No, Kendall didn't cry at all, but deep inside his heart, he's dying. He's dying because for some reasons, God took his Dad away from him and his Mom.
Kendall knew he had to let him go, but hell, that's fucking hard.
He looked around the park, hoping he could do something to get his Dad out from his mind. There's none here. Maybe he better got back to his room. He stood up and walked back to the hallway, but he accidentally slipped out on a rock and crashed someone.
"Aw..."
They both landed on the grass. Kendall opened his eyes. He should be the one who landed on the grass but he wasn't, the brunet pale boy was.
"Sorry!" Kendall rushed to get himself stood back and extended his hand to help the brunet.
The other boy laughed, "You're surprisingly pretty heavy," he took Kendall's offer to get back on his feet.
Kendall grinned. He saw the brunet was already in his hospital pajama but he wore a brown cardigan for some coat, "Sorry. Did you hurt?"
"No," the brunet shook his head, "Did you?"
"I'm not the person who landed on the dirty grass, so... I'm good." Kendall let out a relief sigh. The brunet is a patient and Kendall just dropped his body on a patient. It could be caused some serious problem.
The brunet smiled, showing his white and perfect teeth, "No problem."
Kendall's eyeball caught a drawing book, the brunet must be dropped it while they're crashed. He bended to take the drawing book and gave it back to the brunet, "It must be yours."
"Thanks," the brunet nodded, "I never see you here. You're new?"
Okay. There's a problem. The brunet asked him 'you're new' as they were at school, like this wasn't a strange place. Dude, this is hospital!
"Yeah," Kendall nodded, hand touched back of his neck, "Just check in an hour ago."
The brunet chuckled, "Why are you here?"
Kendall gasped, "Uh..." he wasn't sure how to answer.
I'm here because depression. Seriously, is that a good answer?
The brunet smiled, "I know. You don't have to answer it if you're not ready yet."
"Cool." Kendall nodded, "Why are you here?" he asked him back.
"Leukemia," The brunet answered in a calm tone like he didn't mention a serious illness.
Kendall almost dropped his jaws. The brunet seemed fine - he's taller than him, his brunet hair was a good haircut, and damn, he's fucking handsome.
"Don't feel sorry for me," the brunet signed him to follow him to the bench, "I'm perfectly fine, it's only my blood."
Only?
Kendall nodded. He had no idea how to respond. "You like drawing?" he pointed to the brunet's drawing book.
He nodded, "A lot. It's the only way to kill the time here. I can't play music in this time so drawing is the best option."
"You play music? What do you play?" Kendall sat next to him.
In this distance, Kendall could smell the brunet's natural musk and his perfume or cologne, or whatever it was but it's really tempting and smells really good.
"I play guitar and piano but mostly piano," the brunet opened his drawing book page by page, searching the empty one, "Do you play?"
"Guitar, I play guitar and also a vocalist on my band."
Kendall didn't realize that this boy had the most beautiful hazel eyes until they're widened as the brunet heard Kendall's answer, "You have a band? Wow!"
"Yeah," Kendall nodded, proudly, "Unfortunately I'm ended up here."
The brunet smiled, "I'm sure you're only a week or so here. Am I right?"
Kendall wasn't sure why this boy attractive so much - other than his incredibly handsome face and his character.
"A week, how did you know?"
He chuckled, "Because you're fine. You just need a little help."
Okay, the brunet must be knew something more than Kendall thought, "You know why am I here?"
"Yes," the brunet nodded in a certainty, "Depression."
Kendall sighed, "Geez... you must be a therapist."
"I met many people here," the brunet gave him better answer, "People like you, which were really fine, will get better really soon. Trust me, you're perfectly fine." He talked without seeing Kendall, draw something on his drawing book.
Kendall stared at a pair of hazel eyes. There's something about this boy which invited him in.
He wanted to know more about this boy.
"I'm Kendall."
The brunet raised his head and gave him a soft smile, "I'm Shane."
Kendall smiled, "Don't you need more time to rest?" he checked his watch, it's almost ten, "I should get back to my room at 10. I guess you're too, right? Nurse said it's my sleep time."
Shane nodded, "Yeah, I'll get back to my room after I draw something."
"You won't get any trouble?"
Shane shrugged, "Guess, I already in a trouble now."
Kendall felt guilty, "Sorry, didn't mean to..."
"No," Shane shook his head, "Stop saying sorry to me, Kendall. Hey, are you sleepy?"
Kendall had no idea why Shane asked about that but he answered it anyway, "Nope. I'm wide awake. Why?"
Shane closed his drawing book, "I have a cool place to show you." he suddenly stood up, "Come on!"
Kendall followed the brunet to the hallway. They turned to the emergency exit and made their way to the stairs, reached up to the top of building. Shane opened another red door and waited Kendall to walk in first.
"Roof?" Kendall asked in disbelieve.
Shane put his hand around Kendall's shoulder, "Come on, don't be sarcastic. You'll like it!"
Kendall rolled his eyes. He didn't believe he followed an order from a boy he just met.
But that boy was right.
It's only a usual building roof but the view was unusual. It's LA. From here, they could see the beautiful LA scenery - LA night life. The light, the clear sky, the buildings, everything mixed up beautifully.
Kendall turned his head to see the brunet who standing next to him. That's even more beautiful. Shane's face with a bright and cheerful smile, beautiful hazel eyes locking on the view, hair messed up by the wind.
Damn.
Is it love at the first sight?
