Chapter 3

What the hell was wrong with me? Why didn't I say yes? I wanted to so say yes! Why didn't I say yes?

I sighed, "I can't believe I just turned down Kendall Schmidt. Because I have class. Class isn't until noon! Why didn't I remember that? Hmm..."

I took a shower then, mentally cursing myself for my stupidity even though it had been about an hour since I talked to Kendall. I was just going to get some breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I went to get it.

"Kendall?" Well, this is a surprise. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled, "Well I thought that you might be so busy because, you know, you have that class," he said sarcastically, "that you might not get time to eat. So I bought you something."

He still didn't believe me about the class, honestly, why else would I turn him down… Well, there were a ton of reason why I would turn him down, but that wasn't the point.

"Well, aren't you sweet," I said with a smile. "Come in!"

He complied. "Nice place," he said. "My place didn't look this nice when I first moved in."

I laughed, "Well, I think it all depends on who you know. A friend hooked me up, he knew all my likes from my dislikes, so he put everything together."

Kendall raised an eyebrow, "He?"

"Uh, yea, he," well this just got awkward… "So what did you bring me?"

"I brought us some pancakes with eggs and bacon. It's the best there is in L.A." He said as he started unpacking everything on the dining table.

"Us? You brought something for us to eat?"

He looked at me from the corner of his eye, "Yea, us. You said, later. And as far as I'm concerned, it's later. So," he gestured to the table. "Time for breakfast."

"You don't give up easily, do you?" I asked him as I sat down.

He shook his head, "Nope, not at all."

I started eating. He was right, this was really good. "So," I began. "Who was it that was so eager to go to breakfast this morning?"

"James," he said before he stuffed his mouth with some pancakes.

"That's who I thought it was. And what about the other guys?"

He finished chewing before he answered. "They were there too, it's just that James is always hungry."

I laughed. "Well, can you blame him?"

"That's the third question you've asked me, and I have yet to ask you any."

I took a bite, "So?"

"So," he began, "the whole point of me doing this is for us to get to know each other better. How am I supposed to that when you're asking all the questions?"

I laughed again, "Okay, okay, how about I ask one and then you ask one?" He nodded. "You go first, since I already asked like three."

"How do you like your breakfast?"

"Nice question slick," I laughed. "It's great! But it's not as good as my homemade pancakes!"

"Oh. You're crafty in the kitchen, nice" he said. "How old are you?"

"I thought it was my turn to ask a question."

"You asked three, so it's only fair that I do the same," he explained.

"Oh right, of course, why didn't I think of that?" I asked sarcastically.

"So how old are you?"

"I'm twenty."

"Okay, one more question…" He thought about this one for a moment. "Why did you move to L.A?"

I looked at him. This took me off guard. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I never had this conversation with anyone before. Everyone back home knew what happened, so it was never really necessary. No one here knew what happened.

The tears fell over.

"Hey! Are you okay?" He asked suddenly. "Why are you crying? Is it something I said?"

I quickly whipped the tears that were on my cheeks. I smiled a small smile when I realized that he thought he upset me in some way.

He reached over and whipped a couple of tears that I had missed. His touch was soft and gentle. It felt nice.

"No, it's nothing. You didn't do anything," My voice broke. "It's just your question, it caught me off guard. And well, the reason I moved here was because—"

A knock on the door interrupted me. I jumped. "Sorry, gimme a sec?" I told his as I got up and went to the door and opened it. "Josh? What are you doing here?"