Chapter 10! So noone really gave me any ideas for this one... But no worries! I got over my writer's block. :)

Enjoy!

After Jo left, Kendall found himself forgetful of Marguerite for a few weeks. He hardly spoke to her, he didn't go to her apartment, because you know, he'd been doing that a lot without permission. He just sort of sat around, and even after their summer single's release, he still found himself down in the dumps. Marguerite called him a lot though, because she had questions about Katie. Kendall wasn't jealous. I mean, she was his twin, but Katie was still her sister, and she had every right to know every detail about her. So Katie started going over to Marguerite's. Kendall assumed his mom had finally given in, because once Kendall had convinced Mrs. Knight that Katie needed to know, Mrs. Knight had become sort of defeated about the whole thing. She let Katie go over as often as she wanted, she didn't restrict them, as long as her kids told her where they'd be, they were allowed to. So as far as Kendall was knew, Katie and Marguerite were thick as thieves by now.

It was about three weeks later when Kendal felt that gaping hole in his heart resurface. He decided today was as good a day as any to go over and check on Marguerite. He just felt guilty about not having done it for so long.

Except now, with Marguerite being completely known about in 2J, the guys wanted to come and be introduced. Mrs. Knight was against it, and Kendall knew why. Because she didn't want the boys to look at her differently, to think less of her. But they didn't, even after knowing about Marguerite, and they convinced her that it was a good idea. After they left, she went to her room to look at baby pictures of the twins, the ones Kendall never got to see.

Kendall rapped hard on her door, feeling in high spirits. Marguerite opened it, and beamed.

"Kenny!" she said, throwing her arms around his neck. Kendall hugged her very hard. The rest of the guys just sort of lingered in the background. When they broke apart, Marguerite's green eyes wandered over to them.

"Oh my gosh! You must be the rest of the band! It's ridiculous how much Kendall talks about you."

"Well, it's great to meet you," Logan said, sticking out his hand, and giving her a winning smile. "I'm Logan."

"The doctor, right? Well, future doctor." She smiled.

"Yup, that's me," Logan replied proudly.

"And I'm Carlos," Carlos said over Logan, shaking Marguerite's hand. "It's great to meet you."

"It's great to meet you too!" Marguerite said.

James hadn't said anything. Marguerite looked at him for a moment. "And you're James," she said, with conviction.

"Yes," James said breathlessly.

"Well, it's great to meet you all. I can actually put faces with the personalities now," she laughed, her eyes lingering a little on James. "Come in, all of you."

They went in. Katie was sitting on the floor with a rootbeer. Her eyes were red.

"Hey, Katie," Carlos said, ruffling Katie's hair.

"Hey, Carlos."

"Hey, baby sister. When'd you get here?" Kendall asked, kissing her on the top of her head. He sat down on the couch behind her.

"This morning." She blinked a few tears out of her eyes.

Kendall frowned. "What's wrong?"

Katie looked at Marguerite for a long time, and Marguerite looked at her.

"Nothing," Katie said quietly, after a while, her eyes dropping to the floor.

"Okaaaaay," Kendall said, scrunching his eye brows.

At this exchange, the room had become silent. Carlos was looking at Katie. Katie was looking at Marguerite, and so was James. Logan was looking at Kendall, and Kendall was looking at everyone. Marguerite was looking at a wall.

"Well, anyone hungry? Waffles?" Marguerite asked cheerily.

Carlos whooped. James fist pumped, but sheepishly, smiling at Marguerite. Katie wiped her eyes. Logan saw.

"I'll help you," Kendall said in a low voice, following Marguerite into the kitchen. When they got there, he leaned on the counter, and gave her a "look". It took her a moment to notice him, she was too busy pulling out the waffle maker. When she did look his way, she leaned against the counter, and mirrored him, expression executed to a T.

"Stop," Kendall said through a smile. "It's not funny."

"Really? I thought it was." She shrugged and grinned.

Kendall watched her move around the kitchen for a while. Then he asked, "What did you tell Katie? Why is she crying?"

Marguerite continued to bustle around the kitchen. Kendall reached out and grabbed her arm. She stopped, looking at his hand.

"Tell me."

Marguerite stayed very still. Kendall heard a barely audible sigh. Then she limped a little over to him. He hadn't noticed she was before. She pulled up her pants leg. She was wearing a cast from her ankle to her knee.

"What happened?" Kendall exclaimed, jumping down from the counter.

"I broke my leg. About a month ago."

"Broke it? Like... how bad?"

She turned away. "Really bad."

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. It'll heal."

"Well, good. Now..." He scratched his head. "Is Katie crying because you broke your leg? That doesn't sound like her at ALL."

Marguerite's laugh was a little forced. "No, she just asked me how it happened." She shrugged. "I was working it too hard dancing. And then one day at rehearsal I twisted it a little more than it was meant to be twisted, and..." She smiled sadly. "Snap."

"It'll heal though! You'll be back on that stage in no time. What is it six weeks?"

"Kendall, I-"

"Or is it eight? But then you just get your cast off, right? You still have to wait for-"

"Kendall, I'm not dancing anymore!"

Kendall stopped his jabbering. He stopped everything. Marguerite was crying now.

"I broke it in five places. It'll never heal enough for me to be able to dance again. Ever."

Kendall stood there, with his mouth open. He didn't know what to say.

"I told my dance instructor and she was pretty upset. I had a big performance coming up, and now she's gotta find a new prima."

"But... but there must be something we can do! Something anyone can do!"

Marguerite leaned against him. "There isn't."

Kendall was shell-shocked. He knew how much she had loved dancing. He had seen the happiness in her face when she even talked about it. Now to see this dull emptiness in her eyes, to not see a shred of emotion in her face, save the few tears now chasing each other down her face, was almost too much for him to bear.

Marguerite took a deep breath. "Katie was sorry too."

"So, that's what she was crying about?"

"Not quite."

Kendall almost groaned. Worse? What could possibly be worse than this?

The waffle maker lay forgotten on the counter. He could hear the antics of the guys in the living room, and Katie's ringing laugh, but none of it mattered. He was hanging on the next words that would come out of Marguerite's mouth.

"The ballet school has dismissed me, since I'm practically worthless now. Since I'm out of a job, the Palm Woods is evicting me in a week. I'm going back to Minnesota."

Kendall thought this must be some very elaborate joke. I mean, no, Katie couldn't cry on demand, but maybe she had learned how to to give Kendall the biggest fooling of his life. Seemed a little too elaborate...

Maybe she was serious. But Kendall was a good person! What could he have possibly done in his life to deserve such a horrible punishment?

"Kendall?" Marguerite asked in a soft voice. "Are you OK? You look a little dizzy. Here, sit back down." She guided him by his shoulders to a kitchen chair. He sat down heavily.

"Are you... Are you serious Marguerite? This isn't some kind of sick joke Katie came up with?" He was really kidding himself. Her eyes answered his question before her tongue did.

"Yeah," she answered quietly. "Not a joke. I would never... not about this."

Kendall nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. What on earth could he say to comfort her? She was obviously very upset.

"Marguerite... I'm so sorry. I really don't want you to go." Kendall felt tiny little tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

She sniffed. "I'm sorry too. I don't want to leave. I just found my family. The last thing I want to go back to is a lie." She wiped her eyes. " I mean, I love them and all, but now that I have you and Katie? I don't think I could ever look at them the same way."

"I know what you mean."

They both sat in silence, each wondering who would cry first. Neither of them did. He knew crying would only make it worse. So instead of focusing his energy on the waterworks, he started using it in the best possible way. In a planning way. In a scheming way. He knew the goal. Marguerite staying in town. He had no idea how to reach that goal, but he was Kendall Knight. He would figure it out.

:) Hope you liked it! Review and tell me exactly, and in detail, everything you liked and didn't like. Thank you in advance. ^-^

Til next time.

xoxoxoxo

~Starbucks

P.S. This isn't the last chapter. I decided to extend it a few more. :D