SCHOOL IS OVER! I am no longer a slave to my teachers. FREEDOM! Wanna know what sucks? Today was my first day of summer and I spent it MOVING. MOVING! Ugh. Let the fun begin. The minute I feel like I'm free (like a second ago when I was yelling 'FREEDOM!'), something else comes up. Don't hate me for never updating! Sometimes I'm too busy, sometimes I'm too lazy. It's like, theres no 'in between' anymore.

By the way, Kendall's story? It's based off of what happened to one of my friends. She lives with her aunt and uncle though:/ So...I guess this chapter is dedicated to my friend Kristina! (Who's username will be kept confidential due to the fact that hey, this is kinda private stuff here!) Love ya, Kristina:)

ANYWAY (Is it true that I always say that?), heres an update. An awesome update. (Haaa...no. Im not happy with this chapter)

Enjoy;)

(Logan's P.O.V.)

Kendall Knight. That was his name. He was 15, just a year younger than me. His parents were dead, his family members lost contact with him years ago, and he was officially an orphan. His dad died when he was two in a car acident. His mom died a week ago due to breast cancer. This is pretty depressing, right? Then answer this: Why is Kendall Knight so happy?

I glanced up at him from my swing, an old piece of wood tied to the ancient limbs of an oak tree in the back yard. This swing was practically new when I first got here. It was comforting, fimiliar. Just like the lake. Just like Kyle, who was passing the football with Sam. Maybe just like Kendall? I shook off the thought. Kendall was the perfect kid. Surely, he'd be out of here in a week. Two, tops.

He was currently lying on an old blanket, watching the clouds roll past. I guess it's peaceful for him? I've never understood why someone would just stare at the clouds. Then again, I sit around staring at random things. Like right now, staring at Kendall.

A smile slowly formed on his lips as more clouds rolled in. I moved my gaze from him to them, still wondering why he was so happy. I've been here for about as long as he's been alive. There's nothing happy about those clouds. All they did was remind me of how lonely I was, appearing in my life and then slowly drifting away. Just like how everyone always does.

"You know, you should go talk to him," A voice came from behind me. I flinched. Normally, I would've calmly turned around to respond, but not this time. It wasn't because I was caught off guard, but because of who the voice belonged to.

"Melody?" I asked, spinning the swing around to face her. Auburn curls sat on top of her cute, seven year old face. She watched me timidly. "You should go talk to him. He's been here for a few days and you haven't even said a word to eachother. It's weird for you,"

I smirked at her. "You know me so well, don't you sweety? Fine, I'll go talk to him...but you have to promise me you'll talk to Kyle,"

Shock flashed across her face, followed by confusion. Finally, she frowned at me. "B-but I can't. He's playing with Sam,"

"Later then, okay?" She nodded, slowly turning to walk back to the house with a small smile on her face. A smile of my own appeared on my face as I lifted my feet from the ground, letting the swing right itself. I was facing Kendall again, watching his calm expression.

Melody was right. Why did I put off talking to him? I always get to know the new kids.

I pushed myself off of the old swing, walking towards Kendall. "Hey, may I join you?"

Kendall glanced at me from the corner of his eye. "Finally decided to come over?"

I felt myself blush. Did he know I was staring? I cleared my throat, deciding to sit next to him. "I guess so,"

Kendall moved over, giving me more room. I cautiously put my arms behind my head and extended my legs, just like he was doing. The clouds continued rolling above us, occasionally giving us shade from the sun. We sat quietly for a few minutes enjoying the comfortable silence. Kendall was the first one to break it. "I hear you've been here the longest?"

I nodded even though he might not have seen me do it. "Fourteen years is kind of a big deal, right?"

Kendall rolled his head towards me, eyes wide. "You've been here that long? Why?"

I swallowed. I really didn't want to talk to him about myself. These new comers talks were for me to get to know the new kids. No one really knew much about me. Not even Kyle.

"Why are you watching the clouds?" I said after a moment, changing the subject.

Kendall continued to stare at me as I gazed at the sky, obviously ignoring him. Finally, he resumed watching the clouds. "I know my real family is up there somewhere. In heaven, I mean. They were always really into church, or at least my mom was. I dont remember if my dad was into it, but people say he was. I just hope they're happy up there with Jesus,"

Now it was my turn to stare at him. "...Do you think that only religious people get into heaven?"

He turned to look me in the eye. "I hope not. I'm not very religious. I wish I was now, though. Going to church would've given me more time to hang out with my mom,"

I smirked at him. "Neither am I, nor were my parents. I dont remember them, but I know we never went to church. I want them to be happy. They saved me, whether they know that or not,"

"How'd they do that?"

Oh shoot. I guess I walked right into that one. Telling his how would reveal what happened to me. I guess I could explain it without revealing my abandonment issues. "They didn't take me on the anual family reunion. They got a private jet every year and flew somewhere awesome. Something happened. They crashed. They all died. I never got a dime from the rich son of a bitches," I joked. My issues were avoided. For now...

Kendall laughed, making my smirk widen. "Well aren't you greedy? You're family died, you jerk,"

My smirk died down a little. I knew he was just joking around with me, but that didnt mean it didnt sting. "I never knew my family. It's like I never had one at all,"

Kendall's face became serious. "I guess that makes it easier then, right? Not knowing them?"

I shrugged. "I guess. You're taking you're parents' deaths pretty well, aren't you?"

"Eh, I has years to prepare for that moment. When it happened, it just blended in with the rest of my thoughts and dreams about it. I was ready, and she knew it. I think thats why she finally let go,"

I was about to reply when a football collided with my face. "Hey!" I shouted, glaring at Kyle and Sam. They were laughing like crazy, eventually falling to the ground. Kyle was clutching his stomach while Sam had her hand over her mouth. My hate filled glare softened as a smile broke out on my face. They were so cute sometimes.

"You're like they're older brother, aren't you?" Kendall asked as I started stood up. I reached down, grasping his hand to help him up. A spark shot through us where out skin touched. We both gasped and jerked our hands backwards. Kendall was eyeing his hand, just like how I was eyeing mine. I slowly offered him my hand again. This time, he graped it tightly and pulled himself to his feet. There was still a shock, but we ignored it. It's probably because of this stupid old blanket.

"Wanna know how you get to my status of 'big brother'?" I asked Kendall once he was standing. He nodded at me. I turned to face Kyle and Sam, who were still both laughing. I smiled evily at them. Sam didn't notice, but Kyle caught on.

"S-Sam?" Kyle studdered out, no longer laughing. Sam's laughter died down as she turned to him. "Yeah?" I took a step forward, Kendall mirroring my actions. Kyle tensed and grabbed Sam's arm and pulled her, scrambling to get away. "RUN!"

Kendall and I raced after them, catching them easily. Sam and Kyle collapsed easily under us. I attacked both of them by tickling their sides.

"L-Logan stop!" Sam begged, squirming. "Logie!" Kyle shreiked, trying to block my hands. Eventually Kendall joined in, engulfing everything around us in the sound of childrens' laughter.

He's not that bad. I smiled to myself, watching Kendall with the kids. No, he's not that bad at all.

Blah. Short chapter. Thought I'd familiarize you with some of the characters first. Hey, its an update, right? Boaring authors note, I know, but its 3:45 in the A-freakin-M. Ive got an entire houses worth of furniture to move tomorrow! Wish me luck.

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