Roses at Midnight
Kendall strummed absently on the strings of his guitar. On this day, he'd woken up with a strange desire to write a song. Despite the fact he couldn't do it well at first with the other guys, he had a feeling that day he might just get the hang of it.
Apparently not.
All day he'd sat on his bed, since the guys had no plans that day, insisting on being alone so he could write this song. And yet the inspiration had never come, and he was itching to get outside. Slinging the instrument on his back, he strode into the Palmwoods park and sat down silently.
Not many were lingering at this time of night, and he looked at the closed pool, the lights dimming now. Soon it'd be totally dark, and he'd been stumbling his way back to the apartment. His visit here would have to brief, basically.
"You couldn't sleep?" suddenly another was in front of him, speaking softly and curiously.
"I just came out here to write," he replied, cocking his head to the side. Who in the world was she?
"My name's Primrose," she replied, like she'd just read his mind, "and I know you're Kendall Knight. I'm a big fan of your music."
"Thanks," and suddenly she was sitting beside him, smiling up at the older male with her big, innocent eyes shining.
She looked about seven, with her long, silky brown hair in two pigtails and a face as sweet and lovely as a raindrop. Her blues were shining with the stars, and he couldn't help but smile back. And yet he had to wonder why she was awake without her parents around, so he decided to go ahead and ask.
"I don't got no parents," despite the fact this was shocking and heartbreaking news, she said it with a smile on her face, "I got adopted by a nice lady when they left me in the park."
"That's horrible," he frowned, "where is this nice lady?"
She pointed to a lady who was jogging up, curly brown hair swinging in a ponytail as she finished jogging with a German Shepard. She was very slim and attractive, and his heart skipped a few beats. Ever since that break up with Jo, he'd sworn off girls, but dang….
"Rosie," she reached for the child's hand, "let's leave the nice superstar alone for now."
"Yes, Miss Nikki," she smiled, accepting the hand, "bye, Mr. Kendall! I love you, you're amazing!"
"Sorry about her," Nikki chuckled to the blonde, "but I guess she has reason for thinking your handsome."
"Meet me tomorrow at noon," the words flew out of his mouth before his brain could tell them not too, "this bench, I'll bring lunch."
Laughing a bit, she grinned, "It's a date."