Chapterrrrr twooooo! Sorry. I'm done with my unnecessary letters and such. :)
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The boys could all tell Kendall was distracted from the moment he stepped into the limo. But they kept their mouths shut, knowing he would completely deny it, stubborn as he was. Even once the four of them entered Rocque Records and James, Carlos, and Logan were all psyched to start recording, like they had been at breakfast, Kendall was a bit out of it.
He couldn't help it. That girl on the bench across the street looked just like her. Sure, he only saw her for a second or two, but there was no way he could ever forget those eyes! Jo's eyes were always big, brown, and full of emotion and life, and even though Kendall was across the street, he could still see them.
He'd always remember those eyes. The way they looked when she was excited about something, when she met someone new, when a friend had good news, when she was having an in-depth conversation with him, when she was jealous about seeing him hanging out with other girls… But most of all, he'd always remember the look in her eyes when she said goodbye. He'd never seen anything like it. They sparkled with tears that were forbidden to be let out. He knew she didn't want to cry in front of him. But they also had something else in them—love. Though they'd never actually said "I love you", he knew at that exact moment that he did love her, and she loved him. And he thought, as soon as she comes back, he'll tell her. As soon as she comes back…
It was impossible. She couldn't come back! There were no survivors on that plane. He'd attended her funeral! She. Was. Dead. She had to be…right?
"Kendall!" Said blond averted his eyes to his left upon hearing his name being yelled. He must have been thinking longer than intended.
"Are you coming?" James asked for the millionth time, aggravation in his voice, now finally having Kendall's attention.
Kendall nodded, "Yeah…"
"Are you sure you're okay? Maybe we should tell Gustavo we can't record today," Logan questioned him once again.
Kendall let a small laugh come out as he answered, "Yes, Dr. Logan, I'm fine. Let's go record our new single!"
And with that, he pushed all thoughts of Jo toward the back of his mind once again. What good was it to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a wrong body count after that plane crash? Or that the body they thought was Jo's wasn't? Or that she was safe on some deserted island or something, awaiting her rescue?
No, no. Stuff like that didn't happen in real life. It only happened in movies.
So Kendall ignored the thoughts of Jo and decided not to tell his friends anything. They'd just think he was crazy anyway, right? Right. They'd think he was nuts. Which he wasn't, for the record.