AN: I got this idea after a presentation and short skit about bullying that my classmates and I performed. I have re-written the script I wrote into a BTR fanfic to bring awareness to bullying and possibly how you can make an effort to prevent in your own life. I hope you will be able to enjoy this story and also realize the importance of doing your best to make this world a better place!
Important notice: Most of the characters should still behave how they normally would and yet some are taken out of context to fit the roles necessary for this story. Furthermore, a few such as Katie, have been changed slightly but in my opinion, they are not that drastic changes and I believe that you as a reader and fan can still read and enjoy this without taking offense :) Thank you and I hope you enjoy this story!
Keith-Kendall's dad
Katherine-Kendall's mom
Minor characters that also make an appearance are Jo, Katie, Camille, James, Carlos and Logan. As a side note, I just wanted to do this mainly to let you clearly know who Keith and Katherine are…they are the names that I have given to Kendall and Katie's parents and they are the names I use for them in every other story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters; they all belong to Nickelodeon and the creators of Big Time Rush.
Summoned Out of a Dream
Sunlight crept through cracks between the slates of the blinds hanging in the windowsill, sending bars of light crossing across the sleeping form covered in bed sheets. The soft hush of breath hummed throughout the room every so often, drawn in and exhaled with each rise and fall of the chest buried beneath the navy blue comforter.
The teenager belonging to the prone body lay asleep, ignoring the buzzing of his alarm clock, dreading to get up and face the day awaiting him. The blonde male was much more content with the dream he was wrapped up in. In his mind's eye, he saw himself laying on the shore of a remote beach, stretching lazily in the powdery sand. Although it was simply an imagination of his unconsciousness, he could have sworn that the wind playing with his shaggy hair was real.
Everything seemed so real; he could even recognize the scent of the ocean breeze, which appeared to be carrying the taste of salt and marine life to his nostrils. In his dream, the sensation of the sun warmly embracing his creamy skin felt as if it were reality or in the very least, something vaguely close to experiencing a past memory.
A yawn escaped his lips as he reclined, stretching his forearms behind his head. He settled back into his former position yet was unable to get comfortable again. It felt as though there was a faint buzzing noise ringing in the distance disturbing his pleasant dream. Just as he became aware of something unsettling his dream, everything within his dream felt as though it had begun to quiver; the image of the vast ocean shaking before his dark green irises.
As he started to lose his grip on the alternate reality he was experiencing, he felt a tugging on his limbs, a force pulling him away from the beach scene and back into the reality of his normal life. The sights, sounds and colors of his vision abruptly disappeared and was met with a rush of dark hues and misty gray shades as his dream melted into the familiar shape of his room, the still darkness overwhelming all that remained of his pleasant dream.
The source of this disturbance to his dream was soon made known to the boy who had previously been deep in the throes of sleep. A light tapping at his door turned into the harsh knocking of knuckles colliding with the wooden frame to his bedroom. The sweet-laced tone of a woman, his mother, became the first sound to reach his ears that morning,
"Kendall wake up; you're late for school!" Kendall groaned, slumping further into the comforting softness of his pillow, unwilling to leave the peaceful position he had woken up in. After a few moments, he heard his mom's kind tone turn into more of a shriek, ordering him up from his mattress. An unenthusiastic sigh was huffed as the boy slowly pried the covers from his shoulders, grumbling,
"Yes mom…" The gentle clatter of heels resounded off of the tile as his mother retreated down the hallway, whisked off to awaken his sleeping sister in the other room down the hallway.
Blinking, Kendall opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, allowing himself to collect his bearings. Same old, same old. Here he was, laying in the same room that he had lived in for the past seventeen years of his life. Not much had changed, only a mere rearranging of furniture and the addition of various posters on the walls occurred every other year or majority of his room was bare, besides the posters hanging from the walls, the rug strewn on his floor and the potted cactus which was resting on the oak desk in the corner.
Resolutely, Kendall finally decided to actually get up and dressed for the day. He swung his legs to the right, letting the soles of his bare feet land on the wooden planks of the floor. The sheets shed off of his form as he stood up and headed to his dresser, the gray sweatpants he wore loosely on his hips making a slight swooshing sound with each step.
Sluggishly, he removed his night shirt, pulling a plain white t-shirt over his head, leaving his torso bare until his pajama top was replaced it with a deep burgundy long sleeved shirt. Quickly, he shed his sweatpants and stepped into a pair of dark jeans, feeling uncomfortable to be in his boxers for very long even within the privacy of his own quarters.
He grabbed a pair of clean socks from the bottom drawer and sat down on his bed, discarding the ones that he had worn the night before in exchange for a fresh pair. As he slid the white fabric over his left heel, he heard the scream of his father echo from the first floor of the Knight's home.
"Kendall get down here!"
"Coming Dad!" He shot back, swiftly dragging the remaining sock onto the naked foot. He hopped up, returning to the bathroom counter to speedily swipe on a thin layer of deodorant beneath his armpits. He then rotated to his desk, grabbing a folder before heading to the door, using a finger to dislodge his backpack from where it rested upon a hook.
Before Kendall left the room, he snagged a pair of shoes from the amassing pile near the closet, tucking them in the crook of an arm while he stuffed the folder into the unzipped case containing multiple hardcover text books and notebooks. Once in the hallway, he knelt down to slip on his shoes, quickly fastening the shoelaces in tight bows before heading down the staircase and towards his waiting father.
AN:
So how was that? Admittedly, I did not spend that much time on this because I want to get this story moving. I'll try my very best to pump out the next chapter as soon as possible! Please leave a review and let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it!
