(2)Kendall

It was absolutely quiet as we boarded the bus that would take us to the Palm Woods—the hotel that we were to check in to. James had barely said anything to me since he had hurried me away from the girl that I had 'run over' at the airport.

I followed James to the back of the bus and took a seat beside him. He put our things onto the seat in front of us so that we could keep an eye on it as we drove. "So…" James said as he sat back down. His sudden voice made me jump, slightly. "Who was that girl?"

I swallowed and looked at the bag in front of me. "W-what girl?" I stammered innocently, even though I knew darn well who he was referring to.

"The girl you nearly killed at the airport," James smirked, and I immediately whipped around to look at him. "Hey, she was perfectly fine! It took her only a second to catch her breathe! I snapped, and he chuckled.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What are you so giddy about?" I asked, frustratedly. He ignored me. "She was sure pretty, wasn't she?" I swallowed and didn't answer, though inside, I was agreeing with him completely.

It seemed like every part of her was beautiful. Her eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue, and her beautiful red hair fell just a few inches past her shoulders. She was average height, and quite thin. I felt myself smile as I went over her looks in my mind, again.

I didn't even notice, but James must have seen my smile as well. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?" I breathed deeply, but refused to look at him. "Frankly, James…I haven't been able to stop."

James chuckled and patted my shoulder. "I know, man. It was kind of obvious." I raised an eyebrow. "Obvious? How?"

"A little while ago, I asked you what the first thing you would do once we were at the Palm Woods was, and you replied, 'Oh yeah, it definitely could snow any day, now.'"

I slapped my forehead with my hand and groaned. "This is nuts! What do I do?" James sighed when he realized how much I was driving myself crazy over this girl. "You just met her today," he pointed out.

"Well, you meet girls all the time!" I retorted, groaning more. "What do you do?" James twisted his lips. "Well, usually I get the girl's number before I walk away…"

I banged my head against the seat in front of me, repeatedly, realizing that it was probably no use. James was right; if I had gotten Ally's number, there would be no problem. But, unlike James, I did not meet girls often, and therefore, I did not know how to do this kind of thing.

I just didn't think that I was one of those guys that met a girl and asked them out right after I met them…especially not to ask for her number. But I did know that I wanted to see her again, and preferably in the near future.

"Out of all the girl in LA, you could have any girl you want, and you just had to fall for a girl at an airport," James said, shaking his head disapprovingly. "You're Kendall Schmidt for crying out loud, man. You've got a good voice, you play guitar, and it's not like you're ugly!"

I had to laugh at his words, but it didn't last long. My face went right back to its serious expression as I continued to think about Ally, and how I probably would not be able to see her again.

James let out another sigh as he noticed my worried expression, and he patted my shoulder comfortingly. "We'll find her, man. I'll help you. And once we see Logan and Carlos at the hotel, we'll tell them about it, and they'll help too."

I looked up at him and shook my head. "You can't believe that we'd actually find her that easily. I mean, seriously, James? I met her at a freaking airport. She could be on the road to Peru or something." James shrugged. "I don't know, Kendall…if she were going someplace, you'd think she's be at one of those gates waiting to take off. But no, instead, she was in the waiting terminal. I'll bet you that she was waiting to pick someone up."

"I highly doubt that. You can't be so quick to assume that that is true."

"Oh, shut up! Being so negative will get you NOWHERE. Tomorrow, we'll start looking. I don't know where, but we're going to do this, Kendall. We'll find you you're girl, I promise."

Yeah, well, I wish I could believe you, James, I frowned, and stared at my luggage as I waited for us to arrive at the Palm Woods Hotel.