Skylar Tuner

Kendall Schmidt

Brown hair

Green eyes

Song; Invisible

"At first it's telling you how you are alone in your life. And then someone comes and tells you how special you are, and it's telling you that you exist and you are important, then it's asking you if you will take the chance to get acknowledged or will you let the chance leave. Your special and this person knows it and is telling you. Your not invisible to me." - Song Meaning

My keys jingled as I twisted them in the lock, opening my mailbox. I pulled out the stack of mail and started to sort through it.

Junk. Bill. Magazine. Bill. Bill. Jun-

"Ow!" I slammed into the mailboxes, my keys jabbing my chest, and my mail flying out of my hand. The flower clip I had holding my bangs up was now clinging to them, dangling in front my eyes.

"Sorry! I didn't see you there!" I turned, ready to glare at the person who pushed me, but the person took me back a bit. He was… cute. He had dark brown hair with blonde highlights, he was tall, and had on a simple black shirt and jeans. What took me back were his eyes. They just... stood out to me.

"Guess I really am invisible," I blurted out as I bent down to start picking up my mail that was strewn all over the floor.

"What do you mean?" I heard him ask and saw his shadow shorten as he helped me pick up the mail.

I sighed. It was loud, but I could care less. "Nothing," I said and took the mail from his hands, "Thanks."

"No problem," he smiled.

I closed my mailbox and pulled my keys out before turning around and heading for the elevator. I hit the button right before i heard a "Wait!"

I looked back and saw the same guy running towards me, then stopping right in front of me. "You left this," he said, handing me the envelope, "Skylar Tuner… That's a pretty name."

"Thanks," I could feel my cheeks starting to warm. Why was I blushing?! I went to grab the envelope and he pulled it back quickly, "Hey," I laughed.

"I will only give this back, if…" he said and I was partially dreading the next words to come out, "You go on a date with me."

"But I don't know you," I smiled.

"Oh, well then," he said and turned around so that his back was to me. I heard him count to three and he spun back around, "Hello, Ms. My name is Kendall Schmidt. And what is yours?" he was speaking in a british accent that could have been mimicked from My Fair Lady, which only made me laugh.

"Well, its very nice to meet you," I said, repeating the same accent, "My name is Skylar Tuner."

"Such a lovely name," he said, and then burst out into laughter, I as well. His voice was back to normal when he asked, "Will you go on a date with me?"

I thought about it for a moment. What did I have to lose? I mean, he can't be worse than any of the guys I do know. Ah, what the heck?

"Sure," I smiled and he gestured for me to give him my hand. I obliged and he took out a sharpie, writing his number, along with a date and time, on the palm of my hand.

"Friday, eight o'clock," he said, capping his sharpie, "I will pick you up. Just text me."

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Its Friday, officially. Actually, its 7:32pm on a Friday.

I was just putting the finishing touches on my makeup before I heard my phone go off. I checked it, seeing I had a text.

From Kendall

Hey. I'm going to be a little early. Like maybe five minutes. That okay?

I typed back quickly,

To Kendall

Ya, totally. See ya then.

I finished my makeup and slipped on my wedges, glancing at the clock.

7:47pm

Alright, I'll just wait then.

The time seemed to slip by so slowly, I felt as if it was going backwards. Knock. Knock. Knock. Finally!

Opening the door, I admit I'm a little suprised to see Kendall holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a smile.

"Good Evening," he said, leaning against the doorframe. Yet, it wasn't cocky, it was romantic. "Care for some flowers?"

"Why yes," I smiled, and he handed them to me. I sniffed at them, the smell of them filling my nose with a sweet, suckling aroma. "Thank you. You're so sweet."

"I got them because they reminded me of you. The flower you had in your hair when we ran into each other downstairs," I couldn't believe he remembered that, "So, I wanted to get you some of those."

"Aww thank you so much," I said, "How did you remember that?"

"With such a gorgeous girl, its hard to forget," he glanced at the floor, blushing. I was right there with him, my cheeks getting warmer as well.

"Um," I laughed awkwardly, "Would you like to come in while I put these in some water?"

He looked up at me and nodded, "I'd love too."

I felt myself smile and nod. I stepped back and opened the door for him to come in, closing it once he breezed his way through. I retreated to the kitchen, which was open to the living room where he was now sitting on the couch. Gosh, he was tall. He was like a giant compared to my miniature looking couch. I grabbed a vase from the cabinet and filled it using the tap. I used the scissors to trim the ends of the flowers, placed them in the vase, and set it on the counter, admiring them.

Once I was satisfied, I grabbed my purse again, "Ready to go?" I asked.

He looked up with a smile, "You bet."

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"Is this the one where she moves into a house, meets that guy from 'The Pacifier' and discovers his dirty little secret in the end?" I hear someone behind me ask and another person go, "Mhmm."

"So, do you have a job?" I ask, trying to make small talk.

"Uh, kinda," he hesitated, "I'm on a TV Show, and I'm in a band."

"Oh cool," I said, "Have I heard of you?"

"Maybe," he said, his tone of voice sounding as if it was obvious, "I'm from Big Time Rush."

"Big Time Rush," I say slowly, trying to think. I have heard it somewhere. It sounds so familiar…. OH! That band!, "Oh, on Nickelodeon?"

"Ya!" he nods, "So you've seen it?"

"Once," I said, "I was babysitting my little cousin and she had me turn on something that had four guys, and they were in a band. I watch fit with her and the episode was where a blonde guy was saying goodbye to his girlfriend, and in the end they sang a song… something like 'Hello, tuck you in every night, something about a world. All I remember is that, and they were in all white."

"That's us!" he laughs as he shouts it. Someone behind us says "SHH!" and we lower our voices.

"No way," I hush, "Really?"

"Ya," he's smiling really wide now, clear excited I have seen his show, "Im the blonde guy saying goodbye to his girlfriend."

I think about and the two things connect, "Heuyy, you are."

"Ya," he nods.

"That's so cool," I say and realize the lights are starting to dim, indicating the movie will start soon.

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The movie was rolling the end credits and I feel Kendall's arm shift. During the movie, he pulled that move where he yawns and stretchs his arm, draping it over my shoulder. I just let him and pretty soon just laid my head on his shoulder, cringing into him when the scary parts came up.

I yawned and Kendall looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What?" I yawned again. Dammit, why am I so tired?

"You want to go home?" he asked. I thought about it for a second. I didn't want to end up being a buzz kill if we go do something else, so I nodded and said, "Yes please."

"Okay, come on," he said, and he didn't seem annoyed. He seemed like he was caring enough that he understood.

We exited the theater and went through the lobby, walking out into the cool night air. It flushed my skin with a million little goosebumps and I wrapped my arms around my chest.

"Are you cold?" he asked, seeming to already know the answer.

I nodded and felt another brush of wind, making me shiver.

"Here," he said and shimmied off his jacket, draping it over my shoulder. I grasped the edges, wrapping it around me. It smelled wonderful, like a nice cologne mixed with…. sunscreen. It was intoxicating and made my brain a little fuzzy.

I felt my toe get caught in a crack on the side walk and knew what was to immediately happen. I almost tumbled over when I felt a pair of arms grab me by my waist and i looked up, Kendall's face so close, our noses could touch. We didn't move.

"Sorry, I'm so clumsy," I whispered, entranced by his eyes staring back at me.

"Its okay," he said, and I could feel his breath on my lips. After what seemed like ages, someone noticed finally what this looked like and called us out, whistling.. He laughed, blushing in embarrassment, and brought me back up to a standing position.

He cleared his throat, "So, we should head back."

"Ya," I agreed quickly, and waking quickly towards the car.

We rode in silence, the radio the only audio in the air. I could del my palms sweating and my eyelids drooping at the same time? Why was I so nervous, yet so tired? It didn't feel…. normal.

We drove up to the complex, getting out and making it all the way through, up to my door.

"Well," I said, rocking on my heels a bit, "This was fun. Thanks for taking me."

He smiled even though there was a tension in the air, "Your welcome. i mean, thank yu for coming. I had an awesome time."

We stood there, not knowing what to do next. I guess this wasn't supposed to be the "magic moment".

"I should," I was fidgeting, a bad habit when I was extremly nervous, "go inside."

"Ya, totally, um," he hesitated, but I gave him a quick hug, then reached for my keys, trying to unlock the door. I had almost got it in the lock when they slipped, crashing to the floor, "Dammit." I hissed under my breath.

I bent down to grab my keys and standing up, I stumbled a little bit, tripping once again. This time, I fell into Kendall, looking up and just seeing him looking down on me. I felt myself start to tip toe up, his hands holding me lightly by the arms, and his head tilt down towards me. We were almost there when I tripped and actually fell, but met his lips the rest of the way. it may have seem a bit forceful, but I felt him chuckle against my lips as my hands wrapped around his neck, and I could feel that floaty feeling you hear about in movies. I laughed slightly, pulling way and lowering back down onto my heels.

"Wow," was all I said, making Kendall smile.

"Well," he said, still looking at me, his eyes drinking in my features, "How about a second date?"

Authors Note!

Hey guys! Um, I don't want to make this long, but i hope you liked it! Um, check out my two new stories I posted please? They are both very important to me. I have personal ties to both of them. Thanks:)

Love you! Later Gators!