Second Chapter of Dirty Little Secret

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This story is based off Ms. LaurenNicole's challenge

"Study my icon. Think about the many ways this girl is in Kendall's arm. The reality of things.

Who is the little girl? Where did she come from?"

Warning: *This is a Future Fiction and there are flashbacks (in italics) and swearing, and a bit of 'suggested themes'.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. No matter how bad I want it.

*And I do not encourage nor discourage under age sex, drinking, or drugs. It's your decision.

I personally don't support it, but let's be honest. Are teens ever going to stop? Now be realistic and think about it. The fact is, in life not everything is happy-go-lucky. So, the point is, it's your choice, and your decision is yours and yours only. Just be ready to face the consequences, good and bad.*

And this my readers, is a whole flashback. The entire chapter. The next chapter will most likely have this flashback continued onto it halfway through. And then another one in the ending.

This story will be five to ten chapters.

Onwards!


It was their anniversary, and Kendall had planned to make it special. Being memorial weekend, they had driven down to Malibu. He made sure to make everything perfect. He scrutinized every detail, down to what he was going to wear, the hotel, a small picnic on the beach, walking along the shore at sunset, laying down on a soft blanket and watching the night stars.

It was romantic. It was magical. It was perfect.

He dipped his head to give her a small but passionate kiss on the lips. And slowly the kiss became more passionate, and more longing.

It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

She was his oxygen and if Kendall pulled away from her, he would suffocate.

His body, soul, and heart ached for her.

Kendall's mind was only registering one thing.

Camille, Camille, Camille.

He needed her.

They slowly pulled away gasping for air.

But Kendall still needed her.

"Please Kendall. Please." She begged against his lips. He was skeptical at first, but he couldn't deny her. She was his princess. He nodded vigorously and roughly pulled her closer to him.

Lips attacking hers sloppily and passionately, teeth clashing but not caring. She gasped at his abruptness, allowing his tongue to slip in. Their tongues clashed and battled, fighting for dominance, in which Kendall easily won.

Kendall pulled away slightly, "Are you sure you want this. We could always stop." His lips brushed hers as he spoke softly and gently.

She shook her head, "I want this. Right now. Please don't stop." She whimpered, practically begging.

His lips attacked hers once again. He softly pushed her against the beach blanket.


They had done it. Sex, fucked, made love. Whatever you want to call it. All they knew was it was bliss.

A month passed from that night. And they had spent the night looking at the stars again. It was a romantic date. But Camille had been distant, almost nervous.

Kendall was too.

He was going to ask her to marry him.

They were eighteen. They were legal. And they were in love. Why not?

Right before he was going to ask, she interrupted him. Panic filled him. Did she not love him? Did she want Logan now? He couldn't live if he saw her with another guy.

Camille breathed slowly. "Kendall. I'm pregnant."

All the silly little thoughts of her not loving him flew out the window as he heard that. She started bawling as he took her in his arms.

"I'll always be here for you. We'll get through this. Together."

"Promise?" She hiccupped.

"I promise."

They fell asleep in that position, holding on to each other as if it were the end.


As dawn came and the blinding white light from the sun erupted Kendall woke. He felt something heavy on his chest. Looking down he realized it was Camille completely dead to the world. Her brown curls were a mess, her makeup was smudged and her lips were in a small 'o'.

Kendall bit his lip. He didn't want to wake her, but they needed to get upstairs and face the music.

There wasn't any way they could keep this from Logan.

A small groan shook Kendall out of his thought process. Camille was shifting out of her slumber.

He chuckled. "Morning sleeping beauty."

"Ugh. It's too early for sun." She groaned, throwing an arm in front of her eyes.

"Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine."

Camille sighed. "As much as I want to stay down here with you and just escape from the world, I know we can't."

"We have to face the music sometime." He agreed. He stood up and then yanked Camille up with him.

"I'll meet you in 2J. I want to shower." She said.

Kendall nodded and took off towards the Palmwoods, hoping not to get caught from Katie, the guys or his mom.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on his side this morning.

He entered the apartment as stealthily as he could but a certain someone was waiting for him.

"Where the hell have you been?" James asked with a peeved expression.

"Out?"

"Obviously." James snorted, "But really. Where the fuck where you. You're lucky I covered your ass when Mama Knight tried to come in to check up on you."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I was with Camille."

James' face twisted into an expression of anger. "Dude! Logan! Remember!"

"Dude I know!" He mocked. "I was comforting her."

James looked unconvinced. "Uh huh sure. I'm taking a shower. Mama K is down in the gym, and the guys and Katie are sleeping."

Kendall simply nodded. When James turned around to go to the shower was when Kendall noticed the difference on James' face. "Dude what's the green shit on your face?"

James turned and glared at Kendall. "It's not shit, it's a rejuvenating mask. It's supposed to make your skin younger dickwad."

Kendall merely rolled his eyes when James huffed and walked towards the bathroom. Deciding to take a shower himself, he walked over to his mother's room.

After ten minutes or so he got out, wrapping a towel around his waist.

When he walked out he saw an unusual sight in front of him.

Carlos without his helmet.

Reading.

Physics.

AP Physics.

The hell?

"Carlos . . ." He dragged out slowly. Carlos looked up, an expression of wonder on his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Reading?" Carlos shrugged.

"AP Physics?"

"Logan said this was light reading."

Kendall quirked an eyebrow and was about to say something, until he decided it was better not to get into it. He made his way towards his room and locked the door.

Changing into his black flannel shirt and dark skinny jeans he walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

There Logan was eating a bowl of cereal, James was still in the shower, Katie was a zombie, and Carlos was still reading.

Taking a seat on the barstool he grabbed a banana and started peeling.

"Where were you Kendall?" Logan asked.

Everyone looked up, curious to hear his response.

"Camille texted me. Saying she wanted to talk." Kendall responded, putting the banana down.

Logan looked irritated with this. "Why couldn't she ask me?"

Just then, James entered into the kitchen, fully clothed and his shaggy hair wet. Sensing the awkward tension, he turned towards Kendall and raised an eyebrow, hoping to catch up on what was going on. Kendall shrugged, looking down at his banana. Logan was about to respond until a small rapping on the door interrupted him. Seeing as no one else was going to get it, Logan got up to answer the door.

There Camille stood wearing shorts, a blue boyfriend style shirt with a black tank underneath and small flip flops, with her hair held up.

"Can I come in?" She asked timidly.

"Sure." Logan gestured towards the living room.

She went straight to the couch, putting her head in her hands when she sat.

All of a sudden, Kendall didn't care for his appetite anymore. All he wanted to do was comfort her, and hold her in his arms whispering in her ear that everything will be alright.

"You guys, can you come over here." Camille said in a low voice.

All of them (Except Kendall) shared confused looks before walking over and taking a seat on the couch.

Carlos was the first to speak. "What's going on?"

Camille opened her mouth, and then snapped it shut before taking in a deep breath. Her bottom lip was quivering and her chocolate brown eyes were forming tears. It broke Kendall's heart in two seeing her so upset and broken. She wiped a few tears and took in a shaky breath. "I'm pregnant."

A silence took over the usually rambunctious apartment. Looks of shocks went through everyone. James' eyes widened, Carlos was gaping like a fish, Katie was now alive, Logan was getting pink and Kendall? He just sat there, embracing the silence, knowing it wouldn't last for long. Logan was the first to snap out of the haze.

"What the fuck? We've never done anything!"

Carlos gasped, covering Katie's ears with his hands. Logan never swore, unless it was hockey, then he had a sailor's mouth.

James snorted. "I'm pretty sure that's how babies are made Logan." He then paused, a look of intense pondering masking his features. "Maybe you were drunk. Or high. Or both."

Logan shook his head in denial. "No, I'm positive." Kendall had stayed silent during this whole conversation until Kendall had decided to speak out.

"No he's right. They didn't."

Logan was puzzled. "How do you know?"

Kendall took a deep breath.

Camille looked up, a soft smile growing on her lips. She was proud of Kendall. It wasn't easy telling your friend you betrayed him. She always loved that about Kendall, he was always honest, no matter what. She knew it wasn't easy, and it won't be easy in the future with a new baby or with a livid friend, but she knew, deep down in her heart they would be okay somehow.

It was time.

Time to face the music.

Kendall took a deep breath before continuing. "I know because Camille told me."

Logan raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Is that it?" He asked.

Kendall glared. "No, that's not it!" He paused before going on. "It's my child she's carrying." He whispered looking down at his feet.

"What?" Logan asked. "I can't hear you."

Kendall took a breath in and looked Logan in the eye, readying himself for the tears, yells, and punches that were about to come. "It's my baby."