So, I know it's been a while since i posted the first part of this, to be honest I kind of forgot about it.
I actually wrote this chapter first, and originally thought of just posting it as a oneshot, I'm not sure if i want to continue the story after this, I do have another 2 chapters done, but i don't know if they really that great, I'm new at writing Big Time Rush fics .
So just let me know what you think I guess!
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Buried inside my own mind.
The clock ticked over to 8.00, and I slowly dragged myself out of bed, checking my phone for what was probably only the third time since I'd got it, and finding the text message that had disturbed me from my peaceful moments of rest.
'I'm outside ur house, c u soon – kk'
I shuddered at the misuse of the alphabet; surely it wasn't all that much effort to finish off a few small words. I pulled on my trainers, grabbing my wallet from my nightstand as I continued to metaphorically shake my head at the text I had received, trudging downstairs to the front entrance, I guess the logic in it was that the sooner I left, the sooner I'd be able to return and lie back down in my bed, wrapping myself in the comforter and perhaps reading a book.
I don't know why I had even agreed to go out, my body was tired, and my mind not far behind, the past few days having caught up to me like someone had been holding down the fast forward button. Yet here I was, about to climb into the car of the boy who'd confused me to no end. People didn't just decide to be friends with Logan Mitchell – nerd, outcast, and just straight out social retard. There was a reason I'd had no real friends until now, I was messed up, nothing in my mind made sense, none of my thought patterns were clear unless it was factual and you could read my exact words in a book somewhere in the library; upstairs and three doors to the right.
Yet here I was.
The engine kicked in the moment my hand grabbed for the door handle, lifting it to find it locked, I knocked quietly and succinctly on the window, three raps would do the trick. Kendall smirked at me from the driver's seat, winking as he unlocked the door, pushing it open and beckoning me in.
There was no going back now, I found myself glancing up and down the street furtively as if looking for someone to stop me, someone to tell me what I was doing was wrong, and order me back inside, but there was nothing. I mean, who was I to turn down a friend? I had no one else, bar Camille, and she hardly counts when we've practically family since pre-k.
Early December meant a strong chill in Minnesota, and the warmth of the heater made the final and most convincing argument for me to get into the car, I assured myself that all it came down to was a strong desire to avoid obtaining frostbite, or even the ever present 'sniffles'.
"Hello" I muttered, reaching for the seatbelt. If I was going to do this I had to be safe, one wrong decision was enough tonight, and I'd only just left the house.
"Evening Logan, and how are we today?" Kendall asked back cheekily, as he scrolled through the songs on his phone, clicking his tongue absentmindedly as he went.
"Fine Kendall. We saw each other at school less than 4 hours ago, why do you ask?" I replied shortly.
"Just being polite Logie" he laughed and I shuddered, nicknames were nothing new, my Mum called me Logie every day, but hearing it from someone else was just, strange, and kind of nice, maybe this friend thing wouldn't be so bad.
Suddenly the car lurched forward, making a 180-degree turn, and speeding down the street, casting shadows on each tree as we passed, and I quickly held on to my seat for dear life. All I wanted was for Kendall to slow down, but who was I to say anything? So I swallowed my fear along with the small amount of bile that had made its way into my throat, and plastered a fake smile on my face as Kendall finally selected a song to play through the overly loud speakers.
A rock song of some sort, of course, at full volume.
I felt the music quite literally piercing my skin, obviously Kendall was unaware that the hair cells in his ear could not be replaced, surely he didn't want to send us both deaf, however I kept my mouth shut, again who was I to say anything? Kendall just wanted to be a friend, and do things that friends do, who was I to turn down a friend?
I'd lost track of where we were, I was hoping Kendall knew, alas, I was wrong, I should've known this was going to happen.
"You know where we are Loges man?" he asked, scratching his head as he looked around.
I felt my heart rate increase, of course we were lost, I never should've agreed to this, I shouldn't have even got in the car. The fear overtaking my body caused me to miss the nicknames, a sure sign that my mind was surely about to spiral out of control.
"Ah, never fear, Taco Bell is here." He laughed, pointing down the road a little further, and I turned to see the large glowing sign.
Fast food, turns out it could get worse, and it did. This would not be good for my digestive tract, at all, I was used to a healthy diet, a serve of protein and the necessary fruit and veg, Taco Bell was something I hadn't experienced before, but I had heard from Camille that it was 'an absolute must before you die'. Of course, she forgot to mention it may well be the cause of the consumers untimely death, all those calories, my goodness. I noticed Kendall smirking at me once again, does he ever stop? Maybe I should start listening in case he says something, but I'm really just trying to block out this god-awful noise, at least enough to be able to concentrate on my thoughts.
"You hungry?" he asked.
I didn't know how to respond, I'd had dinner, I wasn't hungry, especially not for fast food, but Kendall was trying to be a friend, and who was I to turn down a friend?
"Sure, Kendall, starved." I stuttered, rubbing my hands together as I stared out the window, hoping he wouldn't catch me in my lie.
"Alright man, let's go have a feed." He picked up his phone from the dash, and began tapping away furiously at a text, I noticed the light ahead had just turned green, Kendall it seems wasn't paying attention, unsure of what to do I looked in the rear-view to see a car approaching, "Uh, Kendall, the lights um green," I muttered, looking ahead, doing everything possible to avoid eye-contact.
"Ah," he replied, looking up for a millisecond before going back to his phone, clicking on his left indicator he began to turn, heading for the Taco Bell, he missed what I saw, and I froze in shock and horror, the bright lights of the approaching car, it was going straight ahead, we were crossing it's path, the car was headed straight for us, and Kendall was still yet to notice, I whimpered as the lights grew brighter, larger, as they got closer. I whimpered quietly, curling in on myself as I braced for the impact that was only moments away.