Writing this is confusing hahaha I never have any idea where I'm going!

It's even more confusing since I've had a fever and swollen tonsils for the past 4 days :(

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As the cool night breeze hit his face, Kendall smiled. It had been a long freaking time since he felt this...free. He laughed to himself, realizing just how much of an effect Jo had on his life and how great it was to be rid of he.

He looked inside and pressed his hand against the glass doors, almost longingly, watching the blurred mass, making out individual shapes against a harsh, dark background. They jumped out at him as the lights hit them. He thought he saw Logan looking-no...It couldn't be Logan. There were hundreds of people in there. Maybe even be more than a thousand.

Kendall wouldn't let himself make this into a fairy tale. He turned away from the doors and leaned against a railing, slowly closing his eyes. He didn't even know what his happy ending was yet.

Kendall let his feet take him away from the doors, away from the pounding music, away from whatever and whoever was in that room that he either wanted away from or infinitely more of.

His feet hit one step after another as he descended the stairs at the back of the mansion leading into a large, ornate, sparsely illuminated garden. He felt the crunch of the dirt and the gravel against the soles of his sneakers and even glanced down to spot a few flowers and more eerily cut bushes.

His mind began to wander, away from the garden, to a few moments ago when he broke up with Jo. Kendall almost didn't understand himself. He fought so hard to be with the girl. A girl that was so clearly wrong for him. She forced him to let go of his friends, she forced him to spend time with her, she forced him to put on an act that he didn't want to preform, and she forced him to leave Lo-

She forced him to leave Logan.

Kendall sighed. He didn't want to admit it. He knew he didn't. He had probably been avoiding this for years. But whenever Jo had forced him away from his friends, he had always looked to Logan. He had always glanced at Logan's eyes to see if he was hurt, jealous, any emotion that showed he cared...and Kendall had never seen anything. No matter how much he wanted to.

Kendall finally couldn't deny how much he wanted his best friend, no matter how much of him was afraid of rejection that he thought was inevitable. Part of him wanted to blame the stupid damn makeover. Before that, he could just pretend that everything with Jo was perfect. But for some reason, seeing Logan with that goddamn smirk and those sexy-uhhh...revealing clothes just...turned some...switch in him.

He started kicking up dirt, grunting to himself as he walked along the path, deeper into the garden. "Stupid Gustavo...dressing up Logan...Stupid Logan for being stupid hot..." His feet finally stopped moving and Kendall let himself fall to the ground, his body feeling almost as heavy as his heart. His jeans were probably covered in dirt, and he probably ruined someone's petunias or something but really...what was he supposed to do? "Stupid me...for being in love with my best friend."

Kendall blinked away tears and sat up in the middle of the garden. He looked to his right and saw a rosebush. He leaned over and reached his hand into the bush, ignoring whatever pain came from the skin on his hand as it was pricked. He grasped a stem and pulled it out smiling. It was red. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Logan had told him that one day when they were eight and Kendall had been made fun of all day for his name. Some kids on their hockey team had called him 'Kendoll' and he had hated it. He had sulked for days until Logan finally came up with a line that he thought would cheer him up. Kendall hadn't understood it at all, his nine year old self just laughed until he was on the ground while Logan pouted at him before laughing along. It had been perfect, no matter what it had meant, it made him forget about stupid 'Kendoll' and the other stupid kids. Cause Logan was the one that had cared enough to try to cheer him up.

He held tight to the rose in his left hand and smiled. It would've been perfect if Logan had been wandering the veritable maze of a garden right now, looking for someone normal to comfort him. Someone who would be there for him after spending the whole night with desperate people that were clawing at each other for his attention. Almost as if he were a prince and this...this party was a ball. But hey, Kendall never expected this night to be some makeshift fairy tale.

Still, he sure as hell wasn't missing his chance to be Logan's prince charming.
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Logan resisted the urge to growl at the next few blushing hopefuls that 'just wanted one dance with him'.

It went like this. A boy/girl would come up to him, looking down at their shoes/up at him through their eyelashes, and stutter through some attempt to get him to dance with him/her, and Logan just...felt bad.

He wouldn't turn any of them down, so he offered a little half smile in their direction and watched their face(s) light up.

Anyways, Gustavo would kill him if he let any potential 'fans' walk away disappointed.

About two hours in though, he really wanted a break from all the dancing and seriously, Camille had actually taken a break from dancing with him ten minutes ago to go comfort Jo or something. If SHE was done dancing with him, then why couldn't he just stop to get something to drink.

Thankfully, something grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the mob and apparent lines of people that were waiting to dance with him. "LOGAN! Hey! I'm lonely and I saw you there so...hi."

Logan smiled at his surprisingly helmet-less friend, "Hey Carlos! But why are you lonely?" He gestured to the room, "there's like...over a thousand people in here! I'm sure you could talk to basically anyone," He then noticed his friend's dejected look, "not that I'm not glad you're talking to me! In fact you probably just saved my life!"

Carlos smiled and bobbed his head frantically, "Yeah! I thought you might want to talk to one of us! And I had been looking for James cause I had wanted to talk to him and all but I can't find him anywhere and Kendall disappeared after he broke up with Jo-"

Logan stopped shaking his head at how fast his friend was talking and his eyes widened, "Carlos, what?"

"She was just being crazy and now she's hauled up somewhere with Camille and-"

"Wait, Carlos..."

"And then I didn't know who I was going to talk to and I guessed I could talk to anyone but then I saw you looking around like you wanted to talk and I just figured-"

"CARLOS!"

"Yeah?" "...Do you ever really need to breathe when you talk?" "Well sometimes I do I guess if I take a big enough breath when I start talking then I really don't need to stop for a while and it comes in handy sometime I mean if I talk long enough then I can come up with an idea of something to talk about when I don't know what to talk about-"

Logan rolled his eyes, "Okay okay okay Carlos I get it. What were you saying about Kendall and Jo?"

Carlos cocked his head to the side, "Oh yeah, they broke up. I guess some guy was hitting on Kendall and said Jo looked like his sister-" Carlos paused and grimaced, "And she kinda does...but then they started yelling and he broke up with her. And then he ran off."

Logan ignored the way his stomach dropped when he heard Kendall got hit on and ran off and instead looked at his friend questioningly, "Wait Carlos, did anyone check to make sure he was okay?"

"Ummmm I dunno...Hey have you seen James?"

"Carlos I've been dancing there for hours! I haven't seen anyone! Well...other than all the people who have tried to dance with me." He winced, "And Camille."

"Okay...then...I'm gonna go look for him! Later Logan!"

"Carlos! Wait-" Logan trailed off as his Hispanic friend drifted off into the crowd. He sighed, he was probably better off getting a drink and forgetting about himself being worried about Kendall. There was already a line of hopefuls starting to form again.
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Camille stormed around the mansion, looking for Kendall and hoping to run into Logan. She felt bad for Jo, really she did, and that's why she was looking for Kendall.

Camille took any chance she got to smack the boy, mainly because she saw the way he looked at Logan when they were together, even when no one realized it, like when they were plotting or looking for girls or any of that, and this was the perfect opportunity. Camille had a soft spot for Jo and now she had more than enough reason to yell at Kendall and hit him...several times.

She grabbed a random pale, freckled boy as he walked by and forced him to face her, "Have you seen Kendall?"

He started stammering and she pushed him away as she saw the exact boy she was looking for. Honestly, she'd rather it be Logan, but that would have to wait.
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Kendall ran inside, rose still in hand, and looked frantically around the room for any sign of Logan, he had to find him.

"KENDALL KNIGHT!"

Kendall winced at the sound of his name coming out of that mouth, "Uh...yeah Camille?" He started to step back as she approached him, a murderous expression on her face.

"Kendall. Go. Fix. Jo. NOW!"

He glared at her when he heard the demand. "No."

"KENDALL! It's your fault she's like this. Where are your morals now? You've got to go fix what you broke!"

Kendall felt a small pang of guilt, "Camille...I really...I feel bad for her. I do. I know it's my fault she's hurt but it was gonna happen. It was. I just...I have feelings for someone else." He looked at the rose in his hand and smiled.

Camille followed his gaze and saw the rose. She crossed her arms and stared at him, "You're bleeding you know."

Kendall snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his hand, "Yeah...I guess I am."

"Kendall I don't know what you think you're doing."

"Camille I don't expect you to understand anything I plan on doing-"

"NO...Kendall. I understand a lot better than you think I do." She walked toward him again and pushed her finger against his chest, "And if you think I'm just going to let you have him...then you really don't understand ME at all." She whipped back around and stormed into the crowd.

Kendall glared at her retreating figure, feeling that feeling in the pit of his stomach that he could now place as jealousy flare up again. He almost snapped the rose in half when he went to clench his fists.