Okay fair warning, apparently this might be a "trigger" chapter...whatever that means. My friend said it not me. So um, yeah, Hope you enjoy and sorry if it's sad...

Sunday's Mess:

Sunday was a day of peace and rest. Kick was back at home, until he heard a loud knock then thud come from his window to his floor. He looked over and saw his Viking friend with his arms crossed.

"What is it Gunther?" Kick let out a breath.

"Oh nothing, just...What the hell do you think you're doing?" He was a bit pissed off.

"Laying in my bed. What's it look like?" Kick asked, rolling his eyes.

"You know that is not what I meant at all." Gunther was a bit irritated.

"Then you're going to have to be more specific." Kick sat up in his bed, not really in the mood for this. Gunther was still pissed, arms folded tighter.

"I saw Ira over here last night. What the hell were you thinking?!" Kick rolled his eyes again.

"I was thinking I needed some fun and she gave me her number, so I made a call."

"Are you crazy? You know she's a sleaze and after I got you to start showing you liked Kendall. You do this? Really Kick?" Gunther was even more pissed. "And don't think I don't know about the locker room sex on Wednesday."

"Hey! I never said I liked her. Besides it's not like you never had Ira's cousin Sally." Kick shot back. "And Brianna told you didn't she?"

"She didn't have to. And that was different and you know I have Jackie now. I love her, and don't need a 'good time' from Sally. What I don't understand is she wasn't even her forty minutes, and soon after she's gone, you're watching Kendall sleep. What's going on with you?" Gunther questioned. Kick brought both his hands to his eyes, running them up to his forehead, falling back on his bed.

"I don't know Gunther, I just..." Kick was confused himself. "I don't know."

"Well, had anyone else seen this, they think you be sending a lot of mixed messages. I don't know why you just don't tell Kendall how you feel. Maybe that will get her to break up with Ronaldo and go to you." Gunther explained, knowing his friend was frustrated and confused.

"Please Gunther like she do that. She's too nice to do that to Ronaldo, no matter how much the ass deserves it." Kick sat back up. "Besides I couldn't do that to her anyway. I barely understand my feelings for her."

"You may not understand them, but Brianna and I know exactly how you feel." Gunther smiled. Kick got a glare.

"She told you what I've been thinking hasn't she?" Kick crossed his arms. Gunther shrugged.

"Even I can tell she is always on your mind. Brianna doesn't need to tell me anything."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Well to me, yes, and definitely to Brianna. But to the others, no. I just wish you accept you have feelings for her and tell her."

"Gunther you know..." Kick began.

"Kick do you want to miss a chance to be with her? Her and Ronaldo aren't as strong as they use to be, so here's your chance. Don't let someone else take it...like Kyle." Gunther gave him a smug smile with his cousin's name.

"Like I ever let that happen." Kick rolled his eyes, then chuckled at the thought of Kyle with Kendall, it being so ridiculous. "Well other than yell at me for being with Ira, there anything else you needed to tell me since you came through the window at... 10:30am." He looked at his Rock Callinhan alarm clock.

"Well two things, one: Kendall is gone, no one is home at her house. But, uh...there's another thing..." Gunther looked away.

"What?" Kick asked, laying back on his back.

"The new students we're getting tomorrow, well there are two who we are familiar with..."

"What do you mean familiar with?" He got up, an eyebrow raised.

"Well...um...our school is about to be 'ruined." Gunther used air quotes. Kick's eyes widened.

"No... They're not...She's not..."

"Yep, they are in our school with us..."

"Scarlett Rossetti..." Kick glanced out his window. 'Great' he thought.

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On her way into her another city, she parks her white three row seating Ford Explorer in the parking lot of a wide and tall cream colored building. She locks the vehicle and walks in through the sliding automatic doors. This building was huge and in the center of the lobby was a desk. The woman looked up from the huge circular desk

"Ah Kendall, so nice to see you again. You're sister, Linnie, visited a few days ago." The woman greeted. "You know what room she's in." Kendall nodded and walked to the right heading down a huge walkway with white, sage and cream colored walls. She finally made it to the end of the long zig zagy maze of hallways to a door. Room number 212, it was the last door and at the end of the hall. She opened it, entering into a spacious bright room. There were a few windows and a balcony like patio that led into a field. There were luscious chairs that were comfy and a little bigger than the average love seat. There was one next to a bed, which she took a seat in and held the hand of an unconscious woman. She looked at the woman, a small smile coming to her lips.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while... Senior year started... You were right, I made it." Her eyes started to get watery as she began to speak to the unconscious woman. "I've missed you... I've missed talking to you. You always knew what to say to me." A tear fell down her cheek. "I've continued music... I'll never be as good as you of course, but I've played your piano and the guitar... My voice isn't there anymore, but I feel closer to you... I'm sure you're probably upset I'm not at church...but... I can't go." Her voice cracked and more tears streamed down. "Everything reminds me of you, the smell, how they talk, and all the memories... it's all you..." She stared to cry. "I'm so sorry... this was all my fault... I did this to you and now I never can hear your voice again." She held tightly to the hand, crying. "Mom, please forgive me... I should have killed myself last year, or when this all started... but... but I knew that would be weak..." The tears were streaming down her face. "You always knew what to say. You could help me with anything and now... and now you're here." She cried for several minutes, holding onto her mother's hand. She finally sat up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I must look like a wreck to you..." she spoke quietly now. "I live life every day in my own hell and I know it will never make up for what I've done..." She glanced at her mother's face. She moved some strands of hair from it, the tears starting to come back. "I'm still with Ronaldo... though you know how I feel about that..." she took her hand away and grabbed her mother's again. "I've taken care of the rings you gave me...and have kept my promise about not showing anyone the necklaces I wear now... I've done a lot...and you haven't been able to see any of it..." The tears were rolling down her face again. She must have been there for hours, holding onto her mother's hand, tears rolling down her cheeks, speaking quietly to her. A soft knock came at the door, the woman from the desk entered.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Kendall, but it's time to go. Visiting hours were over with two hours ago..." Kendall nodded. She got up and kissed her mother's forehead.

"Thank you." The woman nodded. Kendall walked past her, and back to her car. Once she was in her car, her tears wouldn't stop again. She had to pull herself together to head back to Mellowbrooks. She parked the car near Dead Man's Drop, putting a camouflage cover over it. Nothing of value was in it, but she didn't want others to know she had this car. It was her Mom's. In fact her mother gave her a few cars, told Linnie what was Kendall's and even taught her when she was younger how to fix them. She kept the white Explorer here, but the other vehicles were out at her mother's house. Linnie made sure to give them to her.

She walked up the hill, the Whirly Whipper ramp was still there. Kendall looked at it, the complexity of it was amazing, and there was a part of her telling her to do something she definitely shouldn't do right now. She took a deep breath and walked away. She headed back home, wanting to shower and get ready for bed. Today was a hard day.

To be continued...

L: *Explosion sound* No freakin way...why did I listen to sad music! It only made it more tearful.

M: It's effective... what is a trigger?

L: IDK...someone just said to put it in, so I told you to warn the viewers.

M: What if it's not a trigger at all?

L: IDK...with what is coming up, well...let the audience figure it out idk...

M: you don't know a lot...

L: HEY!

M: especially about my story... *smirks*

L: That's it where's the guide book?

M: What?

L: Guide book...something you would use to help you direct how each chapter will be and pretty much the main points of the story...

M: oh you mean a cheat sheet of some sort...

L: YES!

M: I don't roll like that...sorry

L: Damn you...

M: Okay then...well bye and please review! Thank you, hope you enjoyed.

L: I hate you right now...you're driving me crazy!