Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.
Kendall Knight had just moved out to Los Angeles (not by choice, mind you; if he had his way, he would've stayed in Minnesota. But since he was a minor (and his mom threatened him if he didn't come), he followed his mom and sister, Katie, to LA). While Katie went to her audition, Kendall had got his mom to let him take the car, so he could go register at the high school. After all the hassle to try and get enrolled (they wouldn't accept him without a copy of his old high school transcripts), he decided he'd just homeschool himself; Katie was going to have to be homeschooled anyway, and Kendall was a senior, so it would be easy, right?
As he sat there, trying to figure out that stupid math logarithm, he started to rethink that idea. He remembered Katie saying that there was a tutor, a Logan something-or-other. "Hey Katie, do you have that tutor's number?"
"Yeah." She threw the Palmwoods directory at him, "It's called look it up yourself."
"I don't even know his name Katie."
"Mitchell. Logan Mitchell."
"Thank you." Kendall found him (in apartment 4J). Kendall dialed the number, and they agreed to meet in the lobby in ten minutes.
"I'll be back. I'm going to get help with my math homework." Kendall told his mom.
"Dinner's at 5:30. Be back by then."
"I will." Kendall headed down to the lobby.
