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Chapter 25: Kendall's POV
Katie pulled me into a hug and together we both cried. My heart was hurting and even though I was expecting it, it did not feel real to me.
"We have each other Kendall," she said as she cried into my shirt. "And we'll always have each other."
I made eye contact with James across the grass, who had tears in his eyes; they were sad and they spoke all that they needed to. We're going to get through this Kendall…I promise. I gave the smallest smile, but a smile nonetheless. Even the idea of James by my side through this made me smile.
We lost my mom a few days ago; because we were expecting this to happen soon, we had already made some plans for her funeral. It didn't take long to finalize things after…you know. I hugged a ton of people; some I knew, and some I didn't know but I was happy that they were all here to celebrate her life.
She was one of my lifelines; one of the few people in this world that I felt that I couldn't live without. She had done so much for us; I don't just mean Katie and I, but for Carlos, James, and Logan as well. It hurt like hell that she was gone, but there was nothing I could do to change it.
She was a single mom; after my Dad had left, she made sure that Katie and I had everything we needed and that we were always happy. She always believed in doing the right thing, no matter how against the idea you were. She took in as many people that needed her care and she did it with a smile on her face.
The thought that I would never see that smile again made more tears burn at my eyes. I was truly on my own…no parents and no grandparents. I hadn't even realized that it was just me standing at the gravesite after a few minutes. I knew that James and the kids were off in the distance somewhere…probably in the car watching me cry, but I knew them; they would be too nervous to disturb me, in fear of it upsetting me more.
Jennifer Nicole Knight…Beloved Mother and Friend.
"She was so proud of you," a voice rang through the warm summer air.
Even though I hadn't see him in years, practically since I was like 7 I still recognized that voice.
"Dad." I said without turning around.
I heard his footsteps getting closer, until he was standing right next to me. I turned to glance at him. It honestly pained me having him here next to me right now.
"What are you doing here?" I spoke.
"This was my wife," was all he said.
"Was is the keyword there," I said.
"No one told me that she was sick...I only found out she died because of your fans tweeting about it," he said.
"Didn't realize you would care," I shrugged.
"I loved your mom Kendall," he said.
"Really?" I laughed dryly. "Last time I checked, love wasn't abandoning your wife with two kids."
"Kendall, I've tried to apologize and reach out," he said. "You have to understand that I've been trying for years to see you and Katie."
"Well, she's here," I said. "Now you can see her whenever you want."
"Kendall, look at me," he said.
I frowned, but turned to look at him for the first time since I knew he was standing next to me. Old age was written all over his face, but even through all of the gray hair and wrinkles, I still looked almost identical to him…it bothered me.
"I know you don't want me around; you may even hate me, but know that I love you and Katie so much…we were going through so much and I was young and dumb, so dumb that I believed that running away was going to fix things between Jennifer and I; we weren't happy, but I still loved her so much. I just couldn't show my face after being gone for a week, so I continue to run and attempted to swallow my love for you two and her and it didn't work; I never dated anyone and lived a lonely life because of my stupid choice. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that you and Katie were successful in your lives."
I nodded…not because I was listening to what he was saying, but because it was the nice thing to do.
"So you were too prideful to come back," I shrugged. "Do you know that I heard her crying almost every night for a whole year after you left. It was the saddest year of our lives because mom was pretending like everything was okay. I was lucky to have James, Carlos, and Logan by my side, and I had to be there for Katie."
"You're a responsible man," he put his arm on my shoulder.
"Don't touch me," I shrugged it off. "I needed you when I was 7, and 34 years later you show up thinking to just make it right? I don't need you anymore."
With that I turned around and wiped my tears as I walked to the car. I got into the front seat, where James gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Pops, who is that guy?" Adam asked. "He looks like you."
I didn't say anything; just stared out of the window as James pulled onto the road.
"That's your grandfather kids," James said, almost hurt himself. "Kendall's Dad."
Adam sensed that he shouldn't ask questions because he only nodded and stopped talking. When we got home, I got out of the car and went straight upstairs into my room. I was in a bad mood before, but with Dad showing up, it really pissed me off.
But at the same time…I would be lying if I said there wasn't some happiness underneath.
Adam's POV
When we got home from the funeral, Pops went upstairs to his room immediately. I felt really bad because he and Grandma Jen were so close; he was taking this pretty hard. We were all taking it hard, but he was taking it the worst.
"Just give him some time," Dad said when he saw my frown.
Dad looked like he was trying not to break down himself. He loved Grandma Jen like she was his own mother and he hates it more than anything with Pops is upset.
"Can I ask you about the guy?" I asked when we walked inside.
"It was Kendall's father," he said.
"Why did he seem so upset to see him?" I asked.
"Have you ever met your grandpa?"
"Not that one," I said.
"Alright then, that's reason number 1," he said. "Without saying too much, Kendall had a rough time growing up because he wasn't around; seeing him probably struck a nerve."
I nodded thoughtfully.
"Will Jade and I ever meet him?" I asked.
"Maybe," he said. "I can't promise you that."
I nodded again.
"How about you go do something fun," he said. "It's been a sad day and I don't want to make it worse talking about this family drama. Go hangout with Evan and Alex…maybe you three can cheer each other up."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked.
"I'm trying to stop you from asking me more questions about the sad part of childhood," he said.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes. "I'll attempt to go bother my friends."
"Okay, love you," he said.
"Love you too."
I walked out of the back door, going through the backyard to the connecting door that connected our house with Evan's. Uncle Logan was in the kitchen, cooking something, but not really seeming too focused on it.
"Hey Uncle Loges, I'm going upstairs to find Evan," I said.
"Love you too," he said.
Yeah, not really focused at all. Everyone was taking this hard and it was just making me sadder as the day went on. I went upstairs to Evan's room and opened the door. He was just laying on his bed watching TV. He seemed kind of confused.
I wasted no time in climbing in the bed next to him and grabbing his face, pulling it to mine. Our lips crashed together, hungry for more. He subconsciously let out a moan and continued to kiss me, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head before throwing it across the room. He whimpered at the loss of connection and I straddled him, connecting our lips again.
After a few seconds, he pushed me off of him.
"We can't dude," he said.
"I don't know what came over me," I said honestly. "I just saw you and the urges hit me."
I leaned in again in attempt to capture his lips in a kiss.
"I really can't," he said. "I love Bridget, and your grandmother's funeral was today…it doesn't feel respectful."
"You're right," I said. "Maybe that was just my way of coping."
"Here," he got up and tossed me a game controller. "Let's play some games, so we can both get our minds off of everything."
He started the game, and we played a few rounds, but the more I played, the angrier I got; at myself, at Bridget, at Evan…I just had to stop this. I paused the game and he looked at me confused.
"I can't do this Evan," I said.
"Yes you can, we almost finished the level," he said.
"No, I mean this," I said. "Us."
"There is no us," he said.
Ok that hurt…like a lot.
"And that's the problem," I stood up, ready to leave.
"Wait," he grabbed my arm. "What's the problem all of a sudden?"
"Maybe it's because I love you Ethan," I said without thinking. "I can't keep seeing you with her, and pretending that we don't come home and do things together. It's either you pick her or me."
"Adam," he said unbelievably.
"I mean it Evan," I frowned. "Either pick her and I promise to leave you two alone and try and move on, or you can pick me and get Bridget out of our lives, but either way I can't stay friends with you like this…"
"Adam, I don't know what to say," He said. "You know I love you too, but-"
"Not in the way you love Bridget," I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I know."
I walked over to his door.
"Thanks for the years of friendship, but I really can't do this anymore," I said.
And with that, I left.
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