James Diamond never slept very much. But tonight, it was plain ridiculous the amount of sleep he was missing. In hindsight, calling Kendall may not have been the smartest thing. He could have disturbed the other residents of 2J. Also, he woke Kendall up, and probably got him in big trouble. But, James didn't know what to do. His friend always knew what to say. Kendall had always been the best at comforting the boys. Being three trouble loving teenage boys, plus Logan who would always reluctantly agree to go along with their crazy schemes, they far to often find themselves seated in hospital waiting rooms, worried to death for their friends' safety.
Being like family when this happened the boys rarely, if ever, cared about what injuries the had sustained themselves, rather how their friends were. Because the world is filled with irony, more often than not, it was their voice of reason that was the object of their concerns. James shuttered, thinking of the way too many close calls. He didn't need to focus on that right now. At the moment, he sat outside Logan's room, awaiting Kendall's arrival.
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Kendall turned his head to find an elderly woman snoring away on his shoulder. Normally, he would laugh, and if his friends were here they probably would pull a prank on the poor old lady. At the moment though, he had more important things on his mind. One of his three best friends had called him at 2 am, scared and upset because one of their other best friends had a life-threatening illness.
Kendall knew he had at least half an hour until the bus stopped at the hospital. Kendall looked over at sleeping lady and decided to allow his mind to wander.
It had been Freshman year and mid-terms were fast-approaching. Kendall had never been strong academically, but he had always made up for it athletically. Then, Kendall overheard some of his classmates talking and saying colleges would take a look at these scores. At 14, this was a scary prospect. Kendall, who always kept things together, was freaking-out. He stayed up all hours, he had always planned on playing college hockey, would doing badly on mid-terms Freshman year jeopardize that? Kendall began to do poorly at hockey practice, and carry himself wearily. Of course Logan noticed something was wrong.
His friend had looked tired lately, and he was sure something was up when it started to affect on the ice. Kendall lacked the enthusiasm he always had when he was playing the sport he loved. Logan decided to approach his friend about it.
"Kendall?"
"Yaeh?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure."
"Well, you see, you seem awful tired lately, does it have anything to do with exams?"
"Wow! Logan's observant." thought Kendall, "No." he stated.
"I'm your best friend, please don't lie to me!"
"I'm NOT lying!" Kendall said sharp and defensively, "Why would you accuse me of that?"
Logan stared at his worn sneakers. They were falling apart. Mrs. Mitchell refused to spare the money for new ones. They had been an old pair of Kendall's to begin with.
"You're right- I shouldn't have jumped to that conclusion. I'll go." Logan stuttered this out weakly as he turned and began to walk away.
"Wait, Logan."
"Yeah," Loagn asked in a hope-filled voice.
"You were right, I was freaking out about mid-terms. I want to get into college."
"Oh, Kendall, look, if you do poorly on Freshman mid-terms, so be it. What colleges really look at are your SAT's and your junior and senior year grades. I'm not telling you not to study, but relax."
"Really?" Kendall asked, excited.
"Yaeh, really," Logan smiled. "If you want, you can come over and study with me, my mom won't be home until at least one anyways."
Kendall felt bad. Logan may have tried to mask it, but Kendall was able to detect a note of sadness in his voice. spent evenings clubbing rather than with her son.
"That'd be great."
Kendall stood as the bus pulled up to his stop. He was careful not to jostle the sleeping woman. He nodded thanks to the driver, and exited the bus. It was a short distance to the hospital, but for Kendall it felt like hours.
So…hi! I went on vacation, nowhere to type, I had to use the library computers to get on the internet because my baby (aka my laptop) died sob…sob…sob. I' wrote a lot, and now its only a matter of how fast I can type them up. This is knida short, sorry, but on paper it looked longer, so that where I drew a chapter break. Please review!
~Kaywells
