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I know I've had FOREVER to work on this chapter, but I didnt. Im not exactly that proud of it, either. Eh.

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If there was one thing I didn't believe in, it was fairytales.

There was this constant illusion created by them. Yes, your life sucks NOW. But just wait! Your prince will sweep you off your feet any minute...wait for it!...Yeah. Tick tock, fairytales. Where's my prince? My knight in shining armour? My happiness?

When I was little, the older kids would read me stories before I went to bed. There were tales filled of heroism, courage, and most importantly; love. I learned something as I grew up, though. Love? As in true love? It's an illusion. No one is truly happy with their love life. I mean, come on. If you're told that your marriage should be perfect and it clearly isn't, aren't you going to stay up late at night wondering what the hell you're doing wrong? Your pursuit of happiness would actually destroy the little happiness you had left. You'd eventually go insane.

The thing that always got me was that every fairytale starts off with a character with a broken family. Sometimes they were missing a mom or a dad, sometimes they lived with their grandparents. Some were even orphans.

My childhood years were always filled with fantasies of being rescued like they were in the stories. Taken away from this horrible place they called an orphanage. I wanted freedom. I wanted to be adopted, let alone whisked away on the back of a mighty steed. I wanted a real family.

Little did I know that I'd get to wait until I turned eighteen to leave. No one ever adopted me, obviously. I couldn't find out what was wrong with me, but something apparently stopped every family from ever loving me. "One more year," I mumbled.

"One more year of what?" a voice came from behind me. I jumpped, spinning around to face my intruder. I was in my bedroom. No one ever came up here.

Except Kendall, apparently. Who was standing in my doorway.

"AA. What else?" I asked, standing up from my bed. "What are you doing up here?"

Kendall shoved himself off the wall he was leaning against. "The question is, what are you doing up here? This isnt a room. It's the attic,"

I crossed my arms. "Last I checked, it was a room. My room. I would appreciate it if you left,"

Kendall and I hadn't talked since our time on the blanket. We bonded, sure, but I had a sneaking suspicion he was replacing me. I'd look out my window to see him pushing Katie on my swing, playing tag with Kyle and Sam, hanging out with Braden. Did they like him more than me? I shook the thought out of my head.

Kendall shrugged and slowly turned around to leave, stopping when he was facing the door to my roof. "What's that?"

"Oh, nothing!" I exclaimed, jumping in between him and the door. I've never been up there. Since the day I got moved to this room, no one has been up there. If you didn't quite catch that, the roof has been empty for a little under three years.

I looked over at Kendall. "It's not that bad, is it?" He questioned.

"I guess its not really bad...its just that-" I breathed out, eyeing the old door. In my mind, it was evil. To everyone else, it was just another door. To Kendall? It was something he desperatly needed to see behind.

"-If its not bad, why not open it?" Kendall said with a pout. His wide eyes were almost good enough to make me give it. Almost.

"You're almost as good as Katie," I said with a smirk. Kendall frowned. "Just open the door, Logie,"

Yes, Kendall figured out my nickname. It wasn't like it was an unknown thing or anything, I was just a little shocked. Only the little kids called me Logie. I thought it was cute then, but this was just adorable. Something inside of me wished he'd keep calling me that.

Have you ever been told not to take a cookie from the cookie jar? The thought of even having a cookie plagues your mind. You devise plans on how to get a cookie without getting caught. To keep this short and simple; You need to get into that jar.

Kendall was going through the same thing. Excpet his jar was a door. My door.

I sighed, turning to face the door. I know he wouldn't give up on this any time soon, so why not? My hand sat on the handle for a few moments. I've never touched the knob before, let along acknowledge it. If anything bad happens, you can always blame Kendall. I gripped it in my hand, pulling the door open.

Cold air hit my face as I stepped forward. I was on the roof.

I feel like the roof should've had a better entrance. The door didn't even have a lock on it. Anyone could get out here. Orphan kids an get pretty depressed. It just wasn't safe.

"Whoa," Kendall breathed out, walking around me to get a better look at the large flat roof. I glanced over at him, watching him explore the old roof. I cautiously walked towards the edge, eyes fixated on the dark ground. It was around 7:00 at night, so the stars shone brightly above us. How romantic, I thought sarcastically, sitting down.

"Why didn't you want me to see this?" Kendall asked, crossing his legs as he sat down next to me. "Keeping it a secret for yourself?"

I shrugged. "I've never seen it before, either,"

"What do you mean?" Kendall exclaimed. "This is amazing! You have the door to it in your room!"

I shrugged again, this time shaking my head. "Heights killed my family. I've always thought that it would kill me too," I explained quietly. It was a stupid fear, but heights ruined my life.

A pair of arms wrapped around me. "Heights won't kill you, Logie."

I smirked slightly. "Yeah, they just ruined my life."

Kendall sighed. "Stop dwelling on the past. It's depressing."

I rolled my eyes. "What else is there to do here then to dwell?"

"Just focus on the good things-"

"What good things? Your family's dead, Kendall! They're never coming back! And now your stuck here like the rest of us. There's nothing 'good' about that, is there?"

Kendall's eyebrows came together. He stood, offering me a hand up. "Why are you making everything so depressing?"

I yanked my hand out from his once I was standing. "Wanna know what's depressing? The fact that my parents were millionaires and didn't leave me anything. The fact that Mrs. Kratchman's known me for pretty much my entire life and has never smiled at me. The fact that I'm not good enough for anyone to want me. That's depressing." I shoved passed him and stalked towards the door. Once I reached it, I stopped to look over my shoulder. "And that's why I never come onto this fucking roof."

"Logan, Kendall, help me set the table." Mrs. Kratchman grumbled, handing me the plates and utensils. Kendall motioned to the stack in my hand, silently offering to lighten my load. I ignored him, turning towards the dining room. I've done this every day for about five years. I think I can handle some plates.

The toe of my shoe hit the side of the rug, sending me stumbling towards the table. Two strong hands grasped my arms, pulling me back up. I spun around, face to face with my savior. Kendall.

His deep green eyes were searching mine. I refused to look at him. Instead, I glance down at the plates in my hands. All of them were intact. So were the utensils.

"I think the right thing to do would be to say thanks, Logan." Kendall whispered, smirking. I rolled my eyes at this. "Thanks."

Dinner was quiet, as usual. I was sitting in my seat at the head of the table, Katie and Sam flanking me. Kendall sat down on the other side of the table with Mrs. Kratchman. She smiled at him as they chatted. My heart cracked a little. I've been here for fourteen years and she opens up to the new kid? I shook the thoughts out of my head, looking back down at my chicken.

"Logie?" Katie asked, looking up at me. Her eyes were wide and innocent. I cracked a smile. "Yeah, sweetie?"

"Can you ask Ken-doll to help me with my chicken?"

My smile fell. If my heart was cracking before, it was split in half right now. I know I was over reacting, but seriously? Katie was my responsibility. She was my little baby Kates.

I gritted my teeth together, shoving my seat back and standing up. All of the kids stared up at me with wide eyes. I've never done something like this before. I've never been angry around them. I was their roll model.

"Ken-doll," I called across the table. The blonde turned to look at me. "Katie wants your help."

And with that, I was gone. I stormed out of the room, muttering something about not being hungry. As soon as I was out of sight, I ran. The kids probably thought I was insane. I could hear their voices murmuring from the other room.

Hey- at least they were finally talking at the table.

I ended up at my lake, lounging on an old oak tree. God it's cold, I shivered. I wish I had that blanket Kendall had the other day...

"Logan?" a voice called through the trees. Not just any voice, though. Kendall's voice.

I shivered again, pulling my knees up to my chest. If you don't answer he won't know where you-

A blonde head appeared from the trees a few yards away from him. A smile spread across his face. "Kyle told me I could find you here."

Kyle. How could I forget? He knew everything about me.

"I'm not in the mood. If Kyle told you where I was, he obviously left out the fact that I only come here when I want to be alone." I sighed, turning my head away from Kendall.

Something soft draped over my shoulders. A blanket. "I figured you'd need that. And this," he held a bottle in his hands. The label caught my eye. I practically choked on air. "Where the hell did you get a bottle of Southern Comfort?"

Kendall shrugged, sitting down next to me. "Mrs. Kratchman forgot to lock the cabinet after using the wine for her chicken. I get the whole cooking thing, but were all kids. Do we really need wine in our chicken?" he rambled as I took the bottle, twisting off the cap and gulping down a mouthful. It was sweet, but burned on the way down. Kendall gaped at me, eyes wide.

I passed the bottle to him, coughing a little. "I assumed you brought it for a reason. Drink up."

He held the bottle by the neck, examining it. I adjusted the blanket, pulling it in front of me and draping it over my torso.

Kendall took a swig of the hard liquor, cringing as it went down. "How were you okay with that?" he asked, passing it back to me. I smirked, bringing it up to my lips. "Mrs. Kratchman cooks with wine a a lot. She forgets how old I am."

Kendall and I passed the bottle back and forth a few times. My head was delightfully cloudy. Kendall was leaning against the tree, eyes closed. "We should do this more often." he spoke slurred. I smirked, offering him a part of the blanket. He pulled it over himself.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

I tilted my head to look at him. "No it's not. I was a dick to you-"

He smirked, eyes closed. "No, its really okay. Mrs. Kratchman explained everything to me before."

I scowled. "Right."

"She's sorry too, you know. For everything. She said she thought you were more like Braden, keeping to yourself and all."

"I was a fucking two year old. That's no excuse."

"...I know. But it's a start."

I rolled my eyes for the hundredth time that day. "Sure, why not."

Kendall finally cracked his eyes open, examining my face intently. "Logie?" he whispered.

I took another swig of the SoCo before turning back to him. I cleared my throat as the liquid slid down my throat. "Yeah?"

He snuggled into my side, absorbing my body heat. It was actually...nice. I leaned my head against his shoulder, sighing.

"Happy birthday."

I have no idea what to write here...

Oh! Sorry if this seemed rushed...its probably because it was...and...well...dot dot dot.

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