I love going to Vegas…it's the party town. You can be almost 50 years old and still have an awesome time partying. I love the vibe an di love the people. Most importantly I love that I can have 5 minutes to myself of just pure relaxation. Lying on a huge king sized bed, with air conditioner and a fully stocked bar, is the best thing to ever happen to this world.
I was surprised when we got to Caesars Palace and Carlos gave us our own room keys. I thought we were going to stay in one room because let's be honest. When you're in Vegas, you don't stay there to send time in a hotel room, unless you have a lady friend. And none of us did. But I was happy I got to sleep in my own bed, take my time getting situated and finally collapse on my bed. Just as I closed my eyes and yawned, hating how old I was getting, my phone started to vibrate in my jean pocket and I pulled it out quick, worried it was Mandy, and something happened with Josh. But it wasn't her, instead it was Janet. I smiled big sitting up on the bed and answered quick putting it to my ear. "Hey beautiful." She laughed quietly on the other end and then I heard a door shut. I glanced back at the alarm clock by the bed and frowned. It was almost 1 in the morning in Texas. "You're calling late."
"Well I tried calling earlier, but then I remembered you were on the road." I frowned feeling guilty I didn't take her call and pushed off the bed walking to the bathroom, turning on the light. "Anyway, I called my dad just now and he told me you and my mom are going to have a talk." I glanced at myself in the mirror and rubbed over the stubble on my chin. "Are you sure you want to do that? My mom is pretty convinced our relationship is just so you can get laid. She doesn't understand…why waste your breath?"
"Because your mom and I use to be really close. She's one of my best friends Janet. And your dad doesn't want there to be any negatively between the two of us. Trust me…your mother said some awful things to me and did some awful things but I'm willing to look past all of it, for you and your dad."
"I could care less if you made up with my mom. In fact I'm asking you not to." I smiled small and opened my bag on the bathroom counter grabbing my tooth brush and tooth paste. "I think it's pretty shitty my parents kept everything from you, and I would not be mad if you hated them as much as I do."
"Don't say you hate your parents, pleas Janet. I know…it's really fucked up and I'm pissed but Ashley is the farthest thing from my mind. If it wasn't for my boys I wouldn't even say I was ever married to her. What needs to happen is all of us need to get on the same page and work out any problems we might have with each other. Until then…"
"Could you be more perfect?" I smiled small and held my phone between my ear and my shoulder while I started to put tooth paste on my brush.
"Excuse me?" She sighed irritated before asking someone, a barista obviously, for a chi latte.
"I'm just saying…you're a pretty amazing man if you're willing to forgive your supposed best friends after you find out they hid that your wife was cheating on you…it speaks to your character beautifully."
"Because I don't care. I honestly don't. I'm done with Ashley, and I never want to hear about her, or see her ever again. I don't need to continue to live in the past." She sighed again and I swear I could hear a yawn. "What are you doing up so late?"
"Oh my God you sound just like my father…" I chuckled while I started to brush my teeth. "Believe it or not, I'm trying to study for this stupid Psychology class. I don't know why I went to college…it's stupid. I hate it." I quickly spit out the paste in my mouth and shook my head.
"No you don't. College is supposed to be the best time of your life."
"Yeah but what's the point if you're not here." I froze glancing up at my face in the mirror. "How pathetic am I that I've only been here for two weeks, and already I want to go home." I closed my eyes and turned my body so I could lean against the counter. I stuck my toothbrush in my mouth and held the phone up to my ear very close. "You know…I would be fine if I didn't have to hear how bad my mom is treating you. It kills me to know that because of me…because of us, you and her don't even talk anymore. It's my fault."
"no it's not. It's your mothers." She went quiet just as there were three loud obnoxious knocks at my hotel room door.
"Housekeeping!" I groaned and pushed off the counter turning back to the sink.
"I'll let you go. You guys have fun. I love you."
"Janet…"
"I love you Kendall." She hung up fast, breaking my heart a little. I quickly out my phone on the counter and finished brushing my teeth, ran my fingers through my hair, and then changed all the while my idiot friends talked loudly outside my room, banging on the wall occasionally. I slipped don some shoes, spritzed on some cologne and grabbed my wallet and phone heading to the door.
Because we got into Vegas at 10:30, and it was now just 11 at night, the city was only just coming to life. It was Friday so everyone was out on the strip partying up. We walked around our hotel first however, grabbing a quick bite to eat before going onto the strip to explore the other hotels. Every now and then a fan, an older lady who remembered our golden days would ask for a photo and we never denied them. We finally stopped at the Hard roc Café and sat at a pretty crowded bar. I could tell James was in some pain from the walking and while Logan and Carlos went off to get us drinks I stayed with him to make sure he rested if he needed to. I watched a few girls walk by, all wearing short sparkly dresses, and high heels, carrying colorful drinks, laughing at probably something stupid. I turned my attention to James who also watched the girls walk by, clearly interested. I cleared my throat getting his attention and smiled small. "Quite a show huh?" He laughed and leaned on the table nodding.
"Fuck I forgot how awesome it is to see women not screaming at me." I frowned but he nudged me and pointed over my shoulder. I turned my head slightly and saw a table with three women around it, probably our age. "If I didn't love Claire I'd be over there right now." I turned back to him and he shrugged. "It gets pretty fucking old when the only conversations we have, are about our daughter and her love life. All she does now and bitch and moan about you and her. That's why I'm glad we came out here." I looked away seeing Carlos and Logan walking up to us a tray of drinks in each of their hands. Each tray had a vast selection of shots, and four beers, each. Before they got to us I turned back to him to see him staring at me.
"I'm done apologizing for falling in love with your daughter James. I'm not going to feel bad because your wife hates me. That's on her." He chuckled just as Logan and Carlos sat down. They started putting drinks in front of us smiling big. I quickly grabbed one of the many shot glasses and raised it watching the other three do the same. None of said anything just clinked the little shot glasses together and down the bitter tasting vodka, without a second to stop ourselves. I slammed my glass down onto the small table around us and felt another glass get shove in my hands. I looked down to now see another shot glass with something brown in it. I swallowed hard getting the bitter taste of the Vodka out of my mouth and picked up that shot glass downing it at the same time James did. Carlos and Logan weren't very far behind us and while I watched them swallow the liquid I reached for another shot glass and downed it quick. I wasn't in the best of moods, but alcohol really helps me feel better. I'm not addicted or anything, I just like the way it makes me feel.
After drinking almost every single shot, and half of our beers, Logan and Carlos went out on the floor, grabbing two random girls with them. The girls didn't care as they started to grind their bodies on each other and I could only hope we were all going to be sober enough to realize they should be going back to their rooms by themselves. For some reason, though when I turned to James I didn't think he cared if he slept alone or not. I don't think if I said Claire's name, he would know who I was talking about. He had this pretty little blond girl sitting on his lap, her legs crossed making one of his hands rest gently on her knee. I looked up to his face fast to see him being whispered too. He smiled small and put his head down moving his other hand up and down her back, slowly. I tried to be as loud as I could putting my beer glass on the table, and it was loud enough to get both of their attention. The girl turned to me, clearly drunk and smiled big. James on the other hand frowned gently pushing the girl off his lap. "We're gonna go dance…" The girl squealed and started to walk out into the middle of the very crowded dance floor. James leaned on the table getting close to me and shook his head. "Please don't let me take her back to the hotel…"
"Have self-control moron! You're married!" He backed away throwing his arms up and turned going directly into the crowd. I sighed and picked my beer back up, suddenly feeling the drinks taking effect. My head was swaying and pounding, and my eyes were harder to keep open. I was definitely sure if I stood up, I'd fall right on my face. Why I gave in so willingly to drinking so much fazed me. Was never a really good drinker…meaning I don't know how to hold my liquor at all.
"Is this seat taken…I'm afraid I'm going to fall." I turned my head quick and put out my hands, after putting down my beer, and caught a very tipsy lady. She fell hard into me and immediately started giggling. I smiled down at her seeing her looking up at me and reaching for my face. "My hero…" I blushed and quickly raised her up setting her in the chair Carlos had been occupying before he left. She sat up straight and then slumped back pushing back straight black hair on her face. "Oh my God…I'm so freaking drunk." I laughed and noticed the bartender standing in front of our table setting down four water bottles. He nodded to the lady next to me and raised a bottle. I nodded back and quickly handed her the water. She smiled and turned the lid off the top putting it to her lips. I watched as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes drinking the whole bottle. She was a very beautiful women…probably around my age, maybe a few years younger. She looked like she had been nonstop partying, but still managed to look classy instead of trashy, which most drunk girls do. "God…that is refreshing…thank you." I looked away nodding grabbing a bottle for myself. "You can't tell me you're here all by yourself." I took a sip of the water and set it down quick, sitting back and turning to her.
"No…my friends are dancing with some girls…I just…don't' want to dance..i guess. Man I'm fucked up." She laughed again and sat back in her chair smiling and looking at me. "My name's Kendall." She put out her hand and I took it shaking softly.
"Sara. Nice to meet you." She dropped her hand from mien but frowned. "I swear…you look really familiar." I blushed and looked away raising an eyebrow. "Oh Yupp…there it is. I would recognize that face anywhere. You're form Big Time Rush." I chuckled and nodded drinking from my water again. "God you're cuter in person." I almost choked on the water running down my throat but kept it together. "Didn't you just go through a nasty divorce?" I turned to her and swallowed the cold liquid hard and nodded. "Yeah…it sucks don't it? My douche bag ex-husband just filed for divorce to be with some skinnier, younger, hotter gold digging tramp. Guys are assholes…" She turned to me and smiled. "Well not all of them." I laughed and leaned into her shaking my head.
"If it makes you feel better, I walked in on my wife sucking off a guy in our bed." Her mouth dropped open and I nodded. "Also I am now dating a younger girl, if that makes you hate me." She laughed loudly and gently pushed my shoulder.
"No I have no problem with you dating a younger girl…and I just now realized what he did wasn't as bad as what she did to you." I chuckled and shrugged glancing out at the dance floor. I could faintly see all three of my friends bobbing along to the music holding onto girls and sighed. "So why are you in Vegas then? I mean…I just finalize m y divorce and my girlfriends decided to take me out here to find a new man as they put it…what brings you here mister Knight?" I turned back to her and shrugged pointing out to the dance floor.
"My buddies…they planned this before they found out I was dating again." She nodded and crossed her left leg over her right, almost sensually. I swallowed hard and looked down at the table in front of us.
"Hey…you want to get out of here? Grab some coffee or something?" I turned to her quick and she raised her hands, standing on wobbly feet. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try to get in your pants. I'll admit I wanted to, but if you have a girlfriend, you're not fair game anymore." I chuckled and stood up slowly reaching out for her hand, as she was about to fall on her face. She gently, and playfully pushed me away and started to lead me out. "SO how young is young…your girlfriend I mean?" I got right next to her and pulled out my phone, opening a text to send to Logan.
"19." She slapped my stomach hard, almost knocking into someone and I text Logan telling him I was getting some coffee.
"Pervert." I laughed, slipping my phone back in my pocket and turned to her.
"Yeah…I get that a lot."