Distractions and Inspirations

*No one's POV*

Kendall frowned, confused, as he tapped away incessantly at his calculator. Phillip arched an eyebrow at him, but the blond ignored him completely.

The two were sitting at a desk in a library, because Kendall didn't do his Math homework the night before. And Phillip didn't really want to know what he did do.

'So,' Kendall started, 'what the hell am I doing?'

Phillip rolled his eyes and leaned forward to see in his book, not surprised to see 'James Maslow' written all over the page.

'Turn the page,' he commanded.

'What? No! He's my inspiration.' Kendall complained.

'And your distraction. Turn the page,' Phillip instructed again.

Kendall sighed, defeated, and did as he was told. Phillip smiled and reached for a pencil. After taking long pains to explain the question, he turned to Kendall.

'Questions?'

Kendall looked at him, his brow furrowed in concentration.

So, for once Kendall's not thinking about James. Hurray! Phillip partied internally for taking Kendall's mind off James.

'Do you think that James uses a lot of hair product?'

Or not.

Phillip slumped into his chair and groaned, frustrated. It was hopeless.

*Kendall Schmidt POV*

I returned to the studio with James. Sarah was gone, but Carlos and Logan were still there.

'What's wrong?' Carlos asked. 'Why did you run off like that? We got scared.'

James frowned at him, but didn't answer at him. The two boys turned to me expectantly.

'He went to the bathroom and I went to make sure he was okay. He said he was feeling sick this morning.'

Logan relaxed, but Carlos continued drilling us. 'The bathroom is that way,' he said pointing the opposite direction.

Carlos, leave it alone! I forced a smile on my face and answered. 'I meant outside. I thought he was going outside to puke or something. But he's feeling better now.'

Carlos nodded, but it was obvious that he didn't believe me.

'Anyways,' to my surprise, James spoke up. 'When are we leaving for Minnesota?'

'Sarah told us that we're leaving tomorrow. She said to pack tonight and have our bags ready by ten and to have a good night's sleep.'

'Like she cares,' Carlos muttered under his breath, and I looked at him in surprise.

Carlos was never the one to make comments like that, or drill us about where we went. What was wrong with him?

-Next day-

'Is our flight ready yet?' I heard Carlos ask Logan for the tenth- no, twelfth time.

'No, Carlos. Wait, would you?' I responded, turning to face the Latino.

Carlos frowned at me. Something was definitely up with him. 'I was talking to Logan.'

I looked at Logan who shrugged apologetically at me and turned back to the boy, repeating exactly what I said.

I turned away, to talk to James, my mind still on what had just happened. What was I doing that was so wrong?

...

*James POV*

I was being eaten alive by my own mind. Doubts and worries filled my soul, but the only one who could quench them was Kendall. He helped me with everything, he was a really good friend, and an amazing brother.

I heard a voice over the PA system, announcing the number for our flight. Getting ready to board the plane, I picked up my carry-on luggage and wondered, as I had for almost every state or country I've been to, how will this one be.

How will it look? How will the food taste? How will people react to seeing Big Time Rush? But then my mind turned to the more emotional side, the wanting side of me. The side that wanted to be accepted.

Will I find my prince? Will I be accepted if anyone finds out I'm gay?

I pushed aside my thoughts and followed the other three boys into the plane.

It was always the same. I always had questions I didn't know the answer to.

A new country, a new journey, a new adventure.

A new way of life.

*No one's POV*

'Hey mom,' Kendall said as he entered the living room.

His mother, who was sitting by the television, watching some stupid soap opera that Kendall didn't care about, waved at him to keep quiet, but as usual, he didn't.

'Mom,' Kendall said urgently, and his mom sighed and turned down the television.

'Yes, Kendall?'

'Mom. BTR is coming to Minnesota! I'm freaking out! They're going to have some signings and stuff. Can I go? Pretty please with soap operas on top?'

His mother frowned at him. 'Of course not,' she said and turned back to her soap opera.

Kendall immediately became desperate, and asked the most obvious question. 'Why?'

'Because Kendall, you need to grow up and start looking at girls, not those 3 boys and a girl-looking boy. When are you going to start sneaking out and running away to meet a girl? When are you going to start to buy condoms? Am I ever going to get to give you a sex talk?'

Kendall retreated, horrified. 'What?'

'You're not going to see Big Time Rush, Kendall. What exactly are you going for, anyway? For them to sign a paper for you and then you'll lose it? Absolutely not.'

Tears formed in Kendall's eyes. 'Please, mom. Don't do that to me.'

She ignored him and he managed to utter, 'I hate you,' before turning and sprinting to his room, and throwing himself on the bed. He was so close, so close to meeting the love of his life, and his mother took that opportunity away from him.

He wasn't lying when he said that he hated her.

Because at that moment, he really felt he did.

Yup... wierdest argument ever, huh? That's how I roll *winky face*

To Lacey: Sorry I didn't come to school today... didn't feel like it :D I know you missed me XD (you said you would)

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