Number 5 seemed to be the most popular, so I will do that one first. Kendall isn't my favorite, don't get me wrong- I still like him, but out of all the boys I struggle with writing him the most, so bare with me.
5. The only person who has ever seen Kendall completely lose it is Logan.
14 year old Logan sat at his desk, writing a book report. School had let out for March break a the day prior. He had already completed the assigned reading books. In that morning he had written a critical essay and was halfway done this report when his phone began to ring. At first he ignored it, but on the third ring he picked it up, peeked at the caller ID, saw it was Kendall and flipped the phone open.
"Hey Kendall! What's-"
Logan managed to get out before he was interrupted by a thick, weak voice that didn't at all resemble the strong, confident voice of his best friend.
"L-Logie, can you please meet me at the pond. I need you."
If Kendall's voice hadn't scared Logan, his last sentence sure had. Kendall, their fearless leader needed his help. Something bad must have happened.
"Of course Kendy," Logan said using their childhood nicknames as he tied up his sneakers.
"Okay. Hurry. Please."
With that Kendall hung-up. That short exchange caused fear to strike Logan right to the core. He ran out the door, forgetting a jacket to shield him against the harsh Minnesotan March, whose winds took care of closing the door, which he'd left ajar in his haste. He raced to the pond, his black Chuck Taylors slamming against the recently deiced cement.
Panting, Logan reached the pond, and immediately spotted his sobbing friend. This sight caused his heart to break. Logan can only remember one other time he had seen Kendall shed a tear. This was bad. This was very, very bad. Logan had always been a good comforter. When it was Carlos, his best route was to hold him close and utter soothing words. Carlos needed that closeness and that caretaker relationship as well as the safety that accompanied it in order to gain closer. James just needed somebody to listen. Logan would sit with him for hours as his taller friend poured his guts out. He would place a supportive hand on his arm or shoulder and just let the boy babble as he listened intently, nodding in understanding. But this was uncharted territory for Loagn, he had never really had to "comfort" Kendall, and didn't know what to do. Logan approached Kendall, being sure to make enough noise as to not startled his best friend when he suddenly sat down.
Logan plopped down beside the blonde boy on the edge of the pond, butt in the snow. He mentally berated himself for his clothing choice as water soaked through his jeans and the wind cut through his barely sufficient flannel.
"Kendall?" he ventured softly as he reach an arm around his taller friend's shoulders.
In response Kendall buried his head into Logan's neck, crying hard into the soft material of his shirt. Logan embraced the crying boy, holding him tight, then after a few minutes Kendall pulled away and looked into Logan's eyes and very quietly uttered,
"He left."
Logan understood exactly what this meant. Kendall's parents had been fighting recently, and tensions were beginning to rise. Kendall never said anything, but Logan had heard Mr. and Mrs. Knight yelling at each other when Logan waited outside for Kendall to walk to school yesterday morning. Kendall's dad had walked out on him, his mother, and sister. Logan knew no words could soothe the heart-ache so he settled for just hugging his friend. They embraced, but then suddenly Kendall shoved roughly away and stood up, he began shouting and pacing, sinking into the snow with each step.
"Why? What did I ever do to deserve this? How can he do this to us? WHY?" Kendall cried out in agony.
Logan stood up and moved to his friend, "I'm sorr-" before he could finish he was roughly shoved to the ground by his distraught best friend.
"Don't you dare apolagize. You have no idea what it's like. Before you try to act all understanding. You don't! You don't understand!"
The words hurt much more than the cut lip he sustained during his fall. Out of everybody, Logan would probably understand the most. He too lost a parent, his mother had died when he was seven. His dad might as well have walked out on him. They merely shared a house. Nothing more. Kendall seemed to realize this and immediately softened.
"Logie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- are you okay?" Kendall asked shakily.
Logan had already forgiven his friend before Kendall even opened his mouth. He was just upset. He pulled himself off the ground and walked toward the sandy-haired boy and held him tight. Kendall accepted the touch gratefully. The boys stood there as Kendall calmed himself down. Once his tears dry, Kendall regains some normalcy- yelling at Logan for not dressing warmer. The boys go to Logan's house where Logan and Kendall warm up , Kendall calls his mom, and the boys settle down and watch their beloved Minnesota Wild claim a victory. As Mike Modano, who never gets old, raised his arms after scoring the last minute, game winning goal for their Wild, Kendall turned to Logan.
"Logie?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. I really needed that."
"Of course. That's what friends are for." Logan replied smiling
"Thank you."iHo
"Kendall, I already told you. Don't worry about it."
"No. Thank you for being such a great friend."
Okay, I nearly chocked of the fluff at the end! (I love it!) Please let me know what you thought. I really had a hard time, and I'm scared it's not believable. Please let me know!