This is starting to be an interesting week, my cousin is just horrible, can't believe I have 3 weeks to find another place to stay for a few days. On with Just a crush: The part of this story that actually goes on in real life is driving me crazy and I can't write fast enough apparently. I read your reviews and they seriously made me happy and of course BigTimeFan13 you made me laugh, this time while I was at work. Anyways I was wondering, for those of you that may leave a review if you would like to tell me what would you like to see happen in their future, it's based mostly on a true story but it can always be modified jajaj. Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Just A Crush: Kendall's Little Sister

I was finally done with all my finals, for the exception of the art project. I was doing it with Claire of course but since it couldn't be only the two of us we had to bring a third person to the project: Jett. Jett is Dak's younger brother, who also studies with me. Who is Dak? One of my friends that lives back in Florida, long story short; he's a sweetheart, a great friend, also 34 with a kid. Don't judge by the last two.

I was on my way back home from Jett's house, I had dropped Claire off at her house. I was happy I was talking/texting James daily again, I had missed him so much. The only thing that pissed me off was that the last time we talked it was only about Kendall, he had decided to show himself to the world again.

He finally stopped being a whiney baby and listened. Of course, he didn't listen to me, he listened to Logan who said the exact same thing. I hated when people gave me no credibility because I was Kendall's younger sister. If they only knew that if it wasn't for the skinny jeans that shows off his jewels most people would think he was the girl, then again me having boobs tells them I'm the girl.

I heard my phone ring and put it in speaker.

"Hello." I said.

"Hey honey, what are you doing?" His sweet voice asked me.

"I'm driving back home."

"Be careful, it's dark you know."

"James I'm not blind." I said at the same moment that the car broke down. "Fan freaking tastic, just broke down." I said while turning the phone off the speaker and going over to pop the hood up to see what was going on. "What does this have here huh?" I said checking on things.

"Oh please Katie, get back in the car, its not safe. Besides what do you know about cars, wait there for me to come help you."

"I'm fine James, I don't need any help." I hissed.

"Where are you?" He demanded. I told him the directions even though I already knew what was off. I needed tools but my really smart brother Kendall got them out of the car.

He got there and without a word he started fixing the car, not letting me touch any tools. It pissed me off, this happened all the time, they wouldn't let me help with anything when I actually didn't need the help. Wonder where were they when I actually did need help at school. I remember those horrible years, I used to get teased almost daily. James had been for two years at out school when I decided it had taken enough shit from everybody and left to public school, where I actually felt like a normal person, where nobody teased me.

"Hey kiddo, all done." He said with a proud smile on his face.

"Not a kid anymore you know, besides I could've fixed it myself." I said with a serious face, when I was truly pissed off.

"Yeah but at least you got help from me." He said coming closer to me.

"Eight years too late don't you think." I said while opening the door of the car and got in. I was about to shut the door when he held it.

"No freaking way, you're not going to get away from me mad. Drive behind me so we can talk, lets go to the park around the corner okay?" He said with a serious tone. I simply nodded and turned on the car. He went to his and turned it and drove over to the park.

I remember that park. It was right beside the ice rink where the guys used to play hockey. Grandma would pick me up from school and then them before driving them all to the rink. I parked right beside his car and followed him to the swings.

"Why did you snap at me?" Was the first thing he said when I came close to the swings. He already sat down in one of them. I took a seat in the one next to him.

"Look I'm tired of everyone thinking they need to take care of me. I lived alone for six months for crying out loud!"

"I'm sorry for wanting to make things easier for you then. You know you don't always need to worry about taking care of yourself."

"When were those words when I needed them? Eight years ago, remember? I was teased at school and neither Kendall or his friends took care of Kendall's little sister, well now I'm grown, I don't need or want that and it seems that it's the only thing you do." I said looking down to my converse.

"You know better than to think that, you know that to me you weren't just Kendall's little sister. You were Katherine Claire Knight to me, I just didn't let anybody know I knew that." He said flashing a smile, one of those contagious one's that you can't help but imitate.

"James can we talk later? Kendall and mom are waiting for me at home." I said realizing the time.

"Sure hun, call you in 45 minutes?" He asked.

"Sure, why not." I said walking fast towards the car.

When I got home I saw my mom sitting in the porch, that obviously hinted she was waiting for me. I got out of the car and got my backpack.

"Katherine, are you insane? You're late, you should've called. I have been worried sick, now I'm not so sure of doing the right thing by leaving you kids alone next week." She rambled.

"The car broke down, not my fault. You're not so smart soon took the tools out of it so I had to wait for James to help me. And by the way, we're nineteen and twenty three, not six and ten." I said walking past her but she grabbed my arm.

"James better not come here while I'm away." She said obviously remembering how she correctly suspected that he had a crush on me.

"I just needed his tools and he lived the closest to where the park broke down." I lied and made my way inside.

It pissed me off, when I was younger nobody cared about how I was teased, bullied or anorexic. Now that I'm grown and take care of myself in every aspect everybody feels the stupid need of trying to help when they actually make it worst. Sadly they don't realize I never needed the help, I just needed to know that someone actually cared, I needed to feel loved, something I don't recall ever feeling.