SO chapter ,two. Haven't done schmidt to my Xmas fics yet... GAWD! Please people Excuse my tardiness. Also, in this this chapter has a different person's point of view, so to avoid confusion I told you guys that but I'm not quite gonna tell you WHOSE yet, you'll have to read the chapter to fund out.

I laughed at what he said. "Oh and remember that time when-"

"Dude, your door's been rammed in." interrupts me. I look over and surely enough, my door's wide open and hanging off it's hinges, ready to collapse. I look back to my friend and he puts a finger to his mouth. I nod and we quietly make our way inside, not sure if anyone's here.

We walked around the house, searching. Everything was a mess. Things turned over, stuff scattered everywhere. The kitchen was by far the messiest place. I scrapping and looked to the door to see Sydney clawing at the door. I walked over and let her in.

"Hey there girl. Who did this to our house?" I asked no one in particular. All she did was poke my hand with her nose and started walking towards the staircase. "No, you know you can't go upstairs." I told her.

She stepped closer to the stairs, "Sydney." I said warningly.

"You're lecturing your dog while you've been robbed?" my friend asked me.

"We don't know if anything's missing." I told him, "Besides we're celebrities it's to be expected crazy fans break in, ri- Sydney!" I got interrupted as she ran upstairs. I followed, My friend just sighed and rolled his eyes, staying put.

I followed her to my bedroom where she was clawing at my closet. "Bad girl! You know you're not supposed to be up here, bad dog." I scold her, but she just ignores me and growls a little at the door.

I took her by the collar and try to get her out, but she fights back desperately, barking towards the door.

"Sydney! Stop this! Get downstairs!" I told her but she wouldn't listen, I gave up and let her go. She went back to scratching at the door. I looked around and noticed this room was a mess too.

"God... What happened here?" I mutter to myself. I looked back to Sydney, she was now trying to reach the door handle. "What is it? There's nothing in there besides some old boxes." I told her and grabbed the handle and opened the door.

What I saw surprised me though. Sitting there was a trembling body. Not a dead body, but a body nonetheless. Their head was buried into their knees, shoulders shaking, and the rest of their body shaking. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl, seeing as they were wearing boys clothes, but the hair seemed that of a girls.

Sydney walked over to the person and nudged them with her nose, letting out a whimper. Said person looked up enough to catch sight of Sydney, but not me. I could now see it was a boy, as he had slight stubbles on his cheeks. His clothes looked kinda dirty too. Did he break in? Was he a homeless kid?

I scanned what was visible of his eyes. He looked, scared, devastated, sad and broken. I slowly walked over, he finally noticed me. I stopped in front of him and crouched down to his level.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a gentle and soft tone. He tensed up and tried to back away.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you."

"Hey, you in here Carlos?" My friend asked out of nowhere.

"Yeah, over here." I said in a much softer tone, the boy having startled by my friend's voice.

"What's up with Sydney?" he asked as I heard him open the bedroom door.

"We got a visitor Kendall." I told him, voice still soft and gentle.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" I asked the boy. He just eyed me warily, the freight clear in his eyes. I could see he was on the brink of tears. I decide for a different approach, I slowly hold out my hand to him, waiting for him to do something.

He looked at my hand warily, then to my face, then back to my hand, he repeated the process a few times before tentatively reaching with his own hand towards mine.

"It's okay." I coached him. He gently took my hand, and I closed mine around his. Seeing as it was just a little bit smaller than mine I guessed him to be around 17 of age.

I tug him towards me a little and the scared look gets back on his face. His eyes are getting wetter and his bottom lip quivered. Suddenly he shot forward and he had his arms around my neck as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I looked at Kendall and we shared a concerned, yet confused look.

Yet the questions still remained.

Who is this boy?

What happened to him?

How did he end up here?

And why is he in my house? Hiding in my closet?

That's it for now, this is what I had in my mind so far. I;m stopping now and tomorrow I'm gonna concentrate extra hard on the christmas fics. Gotta get to bed now. Goodnight!

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