A/N: I am so sorry this has taken so long to update!

It turned out that I had only twisted my ankle and was going to be fine in a few hours. Kendall, feeling horrible because it was his idea to go skating so early in the morning, invited me out to lunch.

After parading around L.A. trying to find a fancy restaurant, we somehow ended up at McDonald's. Go figure. It was fun though. Kendall and I had both ordered chocolate milkshakes and chicken nuggets.

We had been having a nice conversation until I saw Kendall dip one of his French fries into his milkshake before eating it.

"Ew, that's disgusting Kendall!" I cried out. Kendall laughed.

"No, it's really not. Here try it," Kendall said, holding out a milkshake covered fry to me.

"No thanks," I declined his offer.

"Suit yourself," Kendall grinned before popping the French fry into his mouth. I shook my head good-naturedly as I took out my wallet to give him the money for my part of the meal.

"No, you're not going to pay when you're with me, Bridge," Kendall told me. Being the stubborn girl I am, I protested.

"No, I insist you take this money right now," I said as I fumbled around in my wallet. Suddenly, it was pulled from my hands. I looked up and pouted at Kendall.

"Bridget, please. Just this once?" he gave me a puppy-dog pout and I couldn't resist.

"Fine," I nodded as I stuck a fry into my mouth.

"So, what's your step-mom like? How is everything going with her?" Kendall asked me and I froze with another fry halfway to my mouth. He was probably asking because of what happened with his dad. How in the world was I going to answer this? I racked my brain quickly, trying to think of answers.

"Oh, you know…she's just like any other mom. Things are going…okay…for the most part," I said haltingly, not even sure if I believed myself. If Kendall saw through it, he didn't show it.

"Oh well, that's good," he said as he took a big sip of his milkshake.

Kendall's POV

Something was up with Bridget and her step-mom. It didn't sound good. But I guess pretending that I believed her worked, because she seemed more comfortable once I had dropped the subject. Sure, I had dropped it from the conversation, but not from my mind. I was going to find out what was going on and I was going to help Bridget.

A/N: So, there you go. I think I'm going to end it in a few chapters, but please review