Title: Surviving
Chapter 3
Word Count: 1,082
Rating: M!
Pairings: Kendahlia/Loganator
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I do, I don't own Big Time Rush.
Warnings: Language, self-harm, and stuff.
Summary: AU "It's not as easy as it looks," he whispered, breathe tickling the smaller of the pair's ear, "surviving day to day… when all you want to do is die."
Author's Note: Uhm… HI. ONCE AGAIN, sorry for the wait! I'm kind of bad at that, like seriously. Check out my other story, I'm stuck on it and haven't updated in FOREVER(Behind Closed Doors, READ IT, Jarlos:), personally, I don't think I like it as much as this one. ). I'm a person. Anyway, thanks again to all the reviewers and alerters and such.
ONWARD
DallieJLovesBTR
Kendall leaned against the cash register in front of him, yawning loudly as he looked at his math homework to his left. He couldn't believe he had resorted to his homework to try and entertain himself. It was a slow night at Marty's Mega Mart, as it typically was on Wednesday nights, for Wednesday was as much of a "church day" as Sunday, and almost no one showed up until after 8:30, the last hour and a half of the shift and time the store was open. And to make things worse, James and Carlos weren't even there to entertain him. They were on a so-called "date"—in other words they were watching a cheesy romance movie and holding hands under the armrest with girls on either side of them. After dropping the girls off, they would probably fuck at James' house because his mom worked late on Wednesdays.
Yes, yes, you read it right—holding hands and they would fuck. Those two were gay for each other and way too afraid to show it. James had to keep the bit of cool he had, and Carlos already got crap for being part of the only Latino family in Jackson, he didn't need crap for being gay. The two were happily in the closet and in love. They couldn't wait to get out of the town, move to New York, legally get married and adopt a baby girl. They had it all planned out. And, believe it or not, it made Kendall incredibly jealous. He hated when he was with them and they'd get lost in their own little world, pecking each other on the lips… And necks… And collar bones… Anywhere they could. It made Kendall realize just how alone he was.
Kendall sighed, and quietly sang, "You're the boy to my heart, heart, heart."He slightly manipulated the lyrics as he sang along to the nineties station. He scribbled down some complicated equations, groaning at his lack of understanding for the problems. Kendall stared blankly at the equation until he heard the door to the manager's office swing open. Kendall turned swiftly on his heel to face the manager, Marty, of course, and… Logan? They were chatting casually and strolling towards the register. Kendall started panicking, his heart was racing and his hands were shaking. He looked frantically around, looking for somewhere to hide or something to do to keep him busy, but it was too little, too late.
"Kendall!" He heard Marty holler, causing him to groan and slump his shoulders forward. He turned to face them once again and shuddered upon seeing Logan. The glare that he was giving him was… Deadly. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest when the pair came up and Marty placed his hands on the counter, and smiled softly. Kendall couldn't form words, so he gulped nervously and raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I'm sure you know Logan?" Kendall nodded slowly, not liking this already. "Well, he's a new hire, and I would like you, my best worker to date, to train him in the ways of Marty's Mega Mart. From the cash register to packing bags to stocking shelves. Teach him everything you know, alright, bud?" Kendall nodded and Marty patted Logan's shoulder and walked away.
Kendall looked at Logan and spoke in a squeak, and fumbled with his hands. "Uhm, well, let's, er, start with the cash regi—"
Logan caught him off abruptly, whispering sharply. "What the fuck are you doing here, faggot? Who the hell would want you in a building working for them?" His voice was damn near acidic as it cut through the tense air like a knife. Kendall froze. "Shouldn't you be at home, oh, I dunno, killing yourself because your scum?" Kendall flinched at the sentence. Kill myself…
"Uhm, no." Fuck my life. This place was my one safe haven outside of my home. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He just had to come along and ruin it, didn't he? Kendall thought to himself. He said aloud, "Shouldn't you be at home living your perfect lifestyle?" He hadn't meant for it to come out as sharp as he had said it, he didn't care. This dick had just told him to kill himself, he could say whatever the fuck he wanted.
Logan seemed taken aback for a slight moment, face softening and eyes growing light and scared for a fraction of a second, it almost made Kendall feel bad for the kid, before he hardened back up and his eyes were dark and icy all over again, and Kendall felt his loathing return. "That's none of your fucking business, queer!" God, if there is one word I hate more than any other…
Kendall scowled and made eye contact with Logan's chocolate eyes, sharing his displeasure in a glance before just scoffing and dropping his hands. "Look, I could do without the names. I'll stay out of your business, as long as you don't tell me to kill myself. Got it?" Logan frowned, but still nodded. "Good. Now, we should really train you now. Uhm, well… Let's begin with the all mighty cash register…"
The pair spent the next two to three hours going over most of the things Logan needed to know for the job, with few, if not none, snarky remarks from either of the boys. While stocking shelves, at around eleven o'clock, Marty came and told the boys it was closing time. Kendall nodded and put up the last couple of cans they had been stocking, giving Logan a few more tips. Upon finishing the boys stood up and went back up to the cash register, where they had stashed their stuff. "Mitchell," Kendall said calmly, "you working tomorrow night?" Logan nodded. "Well, then we can go over bag packing tomorrow, you'll just work with me at my cash register."
Logan scowled in distaste and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Whatever, Knight… And I swear to God above us that if you tell anyone at school about this, I will give you the worst ass-kicking you have ever received. Got it?" He snapped quickly.
"Wouldn't expect anything less. See you tomorrow." Kendall slung his bag over his shoulder and waved a simple good-bye at the brunette. He left the supermarket in a rush, all but running to his truck and speeding out of the parking lot, not waiting or giving Logan a chance to do anything hurtful.
I feel like I used fuck a lot this chapter… HM. Fuck it. RATED M! :O) Anyway! Don't forget to review. I like this story, I really do. I SERIOUSLY cannot wait to right the next chapter!
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