I own nothing. And be warned, this chapter is kinda all over the place. Well...I think it is. Enjoy it anyway!

That morning at breakfast, Kendall hoped Logan had been too tired to remember their conversation and everything that had happened. But the second he saw that determined "I did not forget" look on the smart boy's face, he knew he was in for it.

"Morning, everyone," he told the group as he sat next to his baby sister at the table, ready for breakfast. He acted as happy as possible, like nothing was bothering him, so maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to play it off as such. Maybe Logan would think he didn't remember their conversation. Maybe his mother, Katie, James, and Carlos would all believe they had been hearing things when they were woken up by Kendall's sleep-talking. Maybe he could play it off so that they thought they were the crazy ones…

"Good morning," Mrs. Knight replied. "Sleep well, Kendall?"

Shit.

Just by the look on her face with that simple question, Kendall could tell they'd also be having a talk this morning. He had to get out of there fast.

"Great. I promised Guitar Dude I'd help him with a song this morning, so I gotta go," he quickly lied, standing right back up from the table.

"But you just sat down!" his mother called as he made his way to exit the apartment. "What about breakfast?"

"I'll go to McDonalds or something!" he called back, leaving as quickly as possible, slamming the door shut in the process.

2J remained silent, until Katie finally spoke up. "Mom?"

"Yeah, Katie?" her mother replied, not taking her gaze off the doorway her son just exited, thinking he'd come back any second.

"Kendall's lying again," the eleven-year-old stated matter-of-factly.

Now Mrs. Knight looked at her daughter. She gave her a sad sort of smile. "I know he is, honey… I'm going to talk to him later."

"So will I," Logan inputted. "I tried talking to him last night, but you know him…"

"He's dreaming about her again," Carlos pointed out. "Maybe he should see that shrink again?"

"He'll just think we think he's crazy again and hate us," James argued.

"Well, I'd rather him hate us than be sick," Carlos said with a glare James' way.

"He's not sick," James said, "Maybe it was just one dream, because he was thinking about her because of what I said at breakfast."

"He did remember that it was 6 months yesterday," Logan pointed out.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, boys," Mrs. Knight stopped the conversation before it turned into something she didn't want, especially so early in the morning. "I'll talk to him about it later. Don't worry."

The boys, not wanting to disobey their honorary mother, quietly went back to their breakfast.

Kendall quickly made his way down the hallway and to the elevator, where he just pressed random buttons, so the elevator just moved around for a while. He always thought he did his best thinking in the shower and the elevator, the two places he was always alone. With most of the Palm Woods kids at auditions, work, or asleep, he was good for a calming, quiet elevator ride by himself more often than not.

He was quickly reminded by his dream when he walked into the quiet lobby. He looked around, only seeing Tyler's mother looking for him (go figure) and Mr. Bitters at the front desk. No kids seemed to be around, but who really hangs out in the lobby? The blond made his way out to the pool, and quickly sighed with relief when he saw many of the Palm Woods residents.

He sat on a lounge chair away from everyone else and decided to think about everything. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to think about Jo. She was the reason he was hiding out from his family and friends and even people he barely knew right now.

When he first started dreaming about Jo's spirit or whatever it was coming to him, it scared him. He'd wake everyone in the apartment up with his sleep-talking and screams, causing everyone to come into his and Logan's room to make sure he was okay. He even resorted to sleeping in his mother's bed—something he'd done when he had bad dreams often when he was a little kid—because he was so afraid. But this was different. There was something different about the way Jo had been. She was the girl he'd come to know and love one second, and this creepy, almost-demonic girl the next second. That never happened before. And the things she said… The things she said.

What did they mean? Kendall was completely lost, and it wasn't like he could just go up to 2J and ask his friends for their advice on the matter. He couldn't tell anyone. They'd just think he was nuts for his thinking. Hell, he always made fun of those people on T.V. who bought in to that psychic and ghost crap. Now he was one of those people? No. There was no way.

He shook his head and looked around the pool. It was quieter than it had been when he first stepped outside. He quickly realized it was nearing noon, and most of the residents would be leaving for work soon, if they weren't already there.

He looked around at the remaining teenagers. A couple of kids he hardly talked to were in the pool playing volleyball, Camille and Steve were sitting in lounge chairs laughing, and Guitar Dude was at a table with two random girls, randomly strumming his guitar as the girls swooned. He looked back over at Camille and Steve's direction when he noticed Steve was leaving the area and a familiar blonde girl was in his place.

Kendall shook his head. What?

She was still there. Camille was now reading a text off of her phone, about to get up and leave, and Jo was next to her now, sitting and staring over at Kendall.

He looked away, hoping she would be gone once he looked again.

She wasn't.