First off, I shall do the honours of saying that this is my first posted fanfic, so be nice. (: Just kidding. Be whatever you want, you're not my slave! I'm sorry if some of the characters seem to be OC, it's hard for me to stick to their personalities all the time. Erm…yup. At this moment, I'm halfway done with Chapter 4, so hopefully you will like it enough to wait obediently for the next! c: Alrighty, I'm done babbling. Sit tight and enjoy.

Only the plot is owned by me, sadly the boys of Big Time Rush are not. D;

"Ugly Sweater"

"Okay, what's up with this weather?"

I grumbled, shutting the door loudly behind me as I walked in. Kendall was sprawled on the couch, flipping channels lazily. It was totally dark in the room, the only light coming from the TV as he settled on a cooking show. Flipping on one of the lamps, I shot him a glare. He knew I hated it when he sat in the dark. It made me feel like a vampire, or a bat or a junkie or something. We could pay for electricity, we should use it. He glanced over, smiling innocently before returning to his show. I rolled my eyes. We didn't even need to speak to have a conversation anymore. I kicked off my shoes randomly, not really caring for once where they ended up. Usually I'm pretty OCD about stuff like that (or so the guys tell me) but at that moment, I was too tired to actually put them away. I had just come back from taking Camille to one of her more dramatic auditions, and she had insisted on staying in character for the whole afternoon so that she could "really get a feel for the character". Sometimes, I just think she does it to annoy me. I mean, I love Camille and all, but she's a real handful at times. I didn't have a crush on her anymore, but we remained close friends. Which was both a blessing and a curse. Shooting a glance at Kendall's unmoved form, I continued my whine, carrying on a bit louder.

"It's supposed to be LA and, last I checked, July. It's so cold!"

Groaning, I shuffled into the kitchen. Without breaking his concentration on the screen, Kendall pointed to the spot where I had aimlessly kicked my shoes off to.

"You know my mom hates it when you guys do that."

Well, so much for breaking my OCD habit. I sighed, grabbing my recently poured glass of milk and leaning against the counter.

"Did you even hear what I just said?" I continued to whine, knowing he'd respond eventually. Huffing, he finally turned to look at me.

"Yes; you're cold, it's summer, boo-hoo. You're just a weirdo. Now go get your shoes before I smack you with the remote."

As he turned back to the TV, I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Gosh, Miss Prissy Pants, what's wrong with you?"

I bent and picked up my shoes with one hand before finishing my milk and putting the glass on the counter. Walking over to the dark couch, I stared at him while he tried to ignore me. Finally giving up, he turned to stare up at me.

"I'm just….I can't get over Jo, you know?"

I swallowed, breaking eye contact to look at a particularly interesting spot on the carpet. Of course. I shouldn't have even asked. Jo hadn't been gone more than two weeks and Kendall was still acting like someone barbequed his puppy. Which is, actually, a really horrific and saddening thing to happen, so I would understand if he was sad if that happened, but still. (My mind is odd, I know.) Shaking my head slightly, I returned to the conversation.

"She said she'd call me today, and I didn't know if she meant her time today or my time so I've been waiting for a while, but…"

He slumped a little, returning his eyes to the screen. I bit my lip, shuffling awkwardly. I'd already said everything I could to Kendall, and with my experience, that wasn't much. Now I was only there to awkwardly listen to his dying relationship and try to do what I could. Which was, pretty much nothing. But hey, I've become pretty good at changing the subject!

Speaking of, "Uh, where are James and Carlos by the way?" I said, glancing around in case they sprung from behind the furniture with confetti and party hats. Which is an amusing thought by the way, until it happens to you and you almost faint from fright. I never said I was the strongest person in the world. Kendall sat up a bit straighter, seeming grateful for the topic change.

"They went out on some triple-date with the Jennifers and Guitar Dude." He said, biting back a smile. Shaking my head, I grinned back. True, the Jennifers were very attractive and popular, but James and Carlos apparently couldn't see past their looks to see their horrible demanding attitudes.

"Well, we all know how that will go." I chuckled, remembering that Mrs. Knight and Katie were gone for the weekend on a trip, too.

"Hey! That means it's just us tonight! Wanna go do something?" I asked, hopeful that for once in the last sixteen days Kendall would actually want to be seen in public. Next to recording, this was something he'd been avoiding since the breakup. Making a face, he looked at me again, shaking his head.

"No. But- what do you think about a movie night?"

An almost-genuine Kendall-smile broke across his face, and I grinned in return. Maybe there was hope after all! Hopefully the cure for Kendall's little raincloud was some guy-time. Not like we hadn't tried before, but he seemed up to it now. I made a mental note to talk to James and Carlos about doing something this weekend when they returned, and stretched my arms above my head as I replied.

"Sounds great. You pick the movie, I make the popcorn. Deal?"

Kendall nodded, moving towards the bookcase that held the DVDs. I smiled, dropping my arms. I was glad he was in a good mood, and my smile lingered as I walked back to our room to chuck my shoes in. I shivered as I stepped in, remembering I left the window open earlier and now the room felt like a freezer. Running across the dark room stupidly, I shut the window and drew the shutters closed. Before returning to the front room, I stumbled across something that was soft on my numb toes. Remembering my discarded sweatshirt from earlier that day when Camille had shot me a jumbled text that commanded me to be her chauffer, I hurriedly pulled it on as I walked back out. Kendall looked up from his DVD pile, and gave me an odd smile, furrowing his blonde caterpillars at me.

"What?" I asked, sheepish as I glanced behind and around me (confetti Carlos) and back down the hall before looking back down at him.

"Any particular reason you're wearing my sweater?" He asked politely, still smiling accusatorily at me.

Confused, I looked down at my chest, which was, in fact, clad in his hideous red, green and gold oversized Christmas sweater. He had the amazing ability to look exactly like a very lumpy Ron Weasley when he wore it, and we it was the butt of many jokes for a while. Laughing awkwardly, I scratched my neck as I answered him. "I thought it was my sweatshirt from this morning. Believe me; I would have picked a more attractive sweater if I was going to jack one from you."

I didn't want to add that I certainly wouldn't have picked it because it was a personal favorite of Jo's which Kendall always lent her until she gave it back some two weeks ago.

Seeming to have forgotten his past ties with the article of clothing, his bright jade eyes popped open and he pointed his finger at me in mock-anger. "You take that back! My grams sewed me that, and I love it."

I raised my hands up in surrender, laughing openly with him and trying to stifle the tightening of my gut as the lamp light darted off his open eyes. "You're right, it's amazing. My apologies to both you, and Gram-gram Knight."

Kendall grumbled "Apology not accepted." and smiled to himself as he continued on with the DVD-sorting. Turning to get the popcorn started in the kitchen; I noticed a stain on the hemline of one of the sleeves and turned back around.

"You might have to apologize to Gram-gram, too, if this stain doesn't come out soon." I said, and he looked over in confusion.

He got up and walked over to inspect the stain, and as he came closer, I pointed to it. Suddenly, his amused and joking expression turned blank.

"Oh. That's not mine. Jo spilled nail polish on it, and couldn't get it out."

I instantly regretted telling him, wishing I could take that moment back. I wished I'd never ruined that perfect moment of us being us by reminding him of her and having him go expressionless like that. His face always had emotion in it, and it being empty scared me so much more than if he'd showed sorrow. It was like I was losing him, piece by piece. Swallowing, I placed my hand over the stain and shot him a quick smile. I could stop the bleeding for now.

"Well It's good then, that I don't paint my nails, because I will definitely be wearing this monstrosity a lot this summer." My tentative smile was still locked in place, and I focused on the fluffy inside of the sweater against my skin as I waited through the short pause.

His attention was diverted, and he looked back at me, giving a small smile. It was enough.

Breathing an inaudible sigh of relief, I continued on, my smile growing. "I mean, just look what it does for my hotness." I pulled one arm up, lifting the fabric of the sweater with the other hand and pretending to flex an air-filled muscle. "Oh yeah. Can someone say swag?"

Kendall gave in, laughing as he pushed my hand down and deflated my muscle. "Swag. And I agree, you do look amazingly hot in that." His voice was serious.

Snapping my eyes back up to his face shock, I tried to catch his eyes as I felt the blush spread across my face. I caught the back of his head instead, as he walked back to his DVD stacks and plopped back to the floor. Letting out a silent breath, I turned to the pantry slowly. Did Kendall just flirt with me? Shaking my head softly, I inhaled deeply as I caught a reflection of myself from one of the mirrors on the wall next to the door. My face was about as red as the sweater, and I most certainly did not look hot. Placing the popcorn in the microwave, I decided to pass this off. Kendall was just in a good mood, who was I to ruin it?

So…you like it? Yes? No? Maybe so? If it hadn't been for Cotton-eyed Joe?
Don't worry, the next chapters will be more cute, more funny and definitely more dramatic. This is but a wee taste.
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