"Yeah Mom I'm sure I have everything I need…Yes, I have enough money…Okay…Love you too, bye." It had not even been a day and my mom was already calling to check in. I just moved to L.A into a single loft on my own. The sad thing was that I am 21 years old and she still couldn't trust me to be on my own.

I had moved here from my hometown, Davenport, Iowa because of an amazing internship offer I got that could lead me to be a journalist. Back at home I had done some internships for smaller magazines but this was for Glamour, one of the top selling magazines. Although I'd be starting out in the lowest placement I had high hopes that it would change soon enough. I guess I can't blame my mom for being a worry wart seeing as I had taken advantage of living under her roof for 21 years and then just decided to break away.

I was broken from my thoughts and unpacking when I heard my doorknob rattling. I quickly but quietly ran over to look through the peep hole when I saw what looked to be a young boy trying to use a key to get in.

I flung the door open but when I did I realized this boy wasn't so young and he looked familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Can I help you?""Oh, I-I-I'm sorry. You live- I- Sorry." He spoke in a tired, raspy voice and he looked like he could have been homeless. I stared at him waiting for him to explain but he just ran away. He could pass for 20, maybe 21 but he was short that's for sure.

As the night of unpacking went on I decided I should call it a night, shower and head to bed. The steam from the shower was so relaxing I almost fell asleep until I heard a crash in my room. I jumped out of the shower, wrapped my towel around me and ran into my room to find a man in boxers going through my box of things I had yet to unpack.

"GET OUT OF HERE!"

"AAAAAHHHHH! WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?"

I let out a terrified scream next causing him to cringe and plug his ears. I couldn't believe what, or who rather, was in front of my eyes. "What-You can't-You-No. You can't be here." I suddenly felt like I was going to pass out.

"No, I'm pretty sure I can because I live here."

"I live here. You-You're Kendall."

"That I am and why in the hell are you showering in my place? What is all of this stuff?"

"You're not real."

He put on a cocky grin and laughed. "Oh come on now, I know I'm great and all but I am real, you must be a fan. I won't tell anyone this happened."

I rolled my eyes rushing past him to find articles of newspaper that wrapped my fragile items in boxes. I pulled out about 5 articles with shaking hands and shoved them into his. His eyes scrolled along each headline, "Is Big Time Rush Going to Continue?" his brows furrowed as if he were confused, "Will Big Time Rush Replace Former Member Kendall Schmidt?" "Big Time Rush Member Kendall Schmidt Dies in Car Accident". He backed up to the bed so he could fall onto it.

"I-I'm- I died? I can't- I'm here. You see me. I'm alive. I have to go find my mom." He got up to hurry past me but when our shoulders should have collided they didn't, he went right through me.

"Kendall…"

"No. I'm alive. I'm here." Tears started pouring down his face. "This can't be true, I can't-" He collapsed to the floor with his head in his hands but I didn't know what to do. If I tried to hug him would I fall to the floor? How do you console a ghost? This is fucked up.