Hey Everyone! Wow, I haven't updated this story in forever! Sorry 'bout that! I've been extremely busy with my other story and all, "Finding You Again." (Check it out if you haven't already!) Anyways, I'll keep this short so you guys can get on with the story. ENJOY! :)

Disclaimer: Fine, I'll admit it, but...sadly I don't own Big Time Rush :(

Kendall's POV

Beep Beep Beep. Ugh, what was that awful noise? I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them, trying to adjust to the bright light coming in through the window. Oh, it was only the alarm clock. I turned it off and laid my head back on my pillow. I wanted to go back to sleep but I knew I had to get up. It was way too early in the morning, but today was the day the guys and I were going back to California. We had to finish packing; our flight would leave in 8 hours. It was the last day of the tour and we were leaving New York. Although we were exhausted, we definitely had fun. I'd miss New York. On the bright side, Violet was coming with us.

Reluctantly, I wriggled out of my sleeping bag on the cold floor and stood up. I'd been sleeping in my sleeping bag the past couple days since I'd given Violet my bed. She was still saying with us even though her parents and her were on speaking terms again. I walked over to the bed to wake her up. I should probably wake up James too. Logan was most likely awake next door too, being the punctual one. And I didn't have to worry about Carlos; Logan would take care of that.

I watched Violet sleep peacefully. She was holding her pillow tightly and her face was nestled into the white comforter. Her forehead would crease every now and then and her nose would crinkle. She was probably having a bad dream about something. Better to wake her up then let her suffer in her dreams.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, wake up," I said softly, gently shaking her. She grunted and pulled the comforter over her face. I sighed and had no other choice than to walk over to the edge of the bed. I silently counted to three, and I tugged her blanket off with a hard pull.

"Kendaaaaaalllll!" she shrieked. "Give it baaaack!" she whined. "It's so cold!"

"Come on sleepyhead, you needa get up. We have eight hours til the flight and with the time it takes you to shower and put your make up on, you'll end up having like only one hour to finish packing," I chuckled.

She stuck her tongue out as she crossed her arms. She got out of bed and let her hair loose. She picked up a purple hairbrush from the small night stand and ran it through her hair.

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

I squinted my eyes. "Is that my shirt...?"

She looked down at her chest and a blush crept up onto her face. "Umm, yeah sorry. I couldn't find my pajama top last night."

I laughed. "It's cool, I don't wear that shirt much anyways. Keep it if you want."

"Really? Thanks, it's so comfy! And it still smells like you," she giggled. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. Before I walked over to the bathroom I gave her a small peck on the cheek. "Kendall?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you, for everything I mean."

"No problem," I said, smiling as I walked over to the bathroom.

"Kendall! Someone's at the door!" James yelled from the other room. I was busy ironing my shirt so I couldn't get the door, and I had no idea where Violet was. She was probably putting on that black stuff on her eyelashes or curling her hair with that one stick thing that was as hot as hell, which I learned from the hard way.

"I'm busy ironing my shirt! Why can't you get the door?" I yelled back.

James walked over from his room and sighed loudly. "I was combing my hair Kendall. And no offense but I think my hair is a little more important than your shirt. Well actually, it's a lot more important."

"Just get the door!" I exclaimed. James rolled his eyes and walked over to the door.

"Whoa, hey there pretty girl. You from Tennessee? 'Cause girl, I'm lookin all around the room and you're the only ten I see," James said. I slapped my forehead; what was it with James and his cheesy pick up lines?

"James who is it?" I asked.

"Um, hi. I'm Hazel, Violet's friend. I'm not sure if I've got the right room, but I think she's staying somewhere here?" a girl about our age asked. James was blocking the door way but I could still see her, and wow, she was pretty attractive. She wore a white chiffon top with a leather jacket and dark mini shorts. But it was her hair that caught my attention. It was a pixie cut, with dark red highlights. Where had I seen those red highlights before? Oh no...not Lucy again...

"Ooooohhh, you're Hazel. Yea Violet's been talking about you. So you wanna go grab a cup of coffee or something?" James asked.

"Um, actually I'm here to see Violet. Is she here?" Hazel asked.

"Yes, but wouldn't you rather go out with me? I mean you see her all the time, and just saying, I'm single," James whispered. Hazel sighed impatiently as she tapped her foot furiously with her 5 inch heels. I knew I had to deal with this before Hazel ended up killing James with those pointy heels.

"Hazel, come in," I smiled. I shoved James out of the way where he crashed into the wall. But before he could throw a tantrum I cut him off. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm not really sure where Violet is but-"

"Hazel!" Violet screamed as she came running from the other room with some lipstick in one hand and perfume in the other. "OMG girlfriend, I haven't seen you in the longest, how've you been?"

"I'm great! What about you?! I can't believe my parents kicked you outta their house! Sorry 'bout that!" Hazel said as she hugged Violet.

"Ahem," James cleared his throat. "So Violet, you wanna introduce us to your pretty lady friend?"

"Oops, sorry. Guys, this is Hazel Nicolette Willows. She's my best friend in the entire world. Hazel, this is James, and that's Kendall," Violet said pointing to me.

Hazel smirked. "Is he the one who-" Hazel started as she pointed to me but Violet clasped her hand in front of Hazel's mouth and gave me a friendly smile.

"Yes, he's the one...who um, rescued me...at the uh, park," Violet said. You could totally tell Violet was making it up. I wonder what she had told Hazel.

Hazel laughed as she winked at Violet. "Nice...so darlin, you need help packing up? I still can't believe you're leaving me here in New York to go to California with two other guys, you slut!"

Violet scoffed as she punched Hazel playfully. "Four guys, get your facts right," Violet said with a wink. Then both of them bursted out laughing. I seriously did not understand girls.

Suddenly there was a vibrating noise coming from somewhere. I had left my phone on the dressing table so it wasn't mine. I saw Violet feel the pocket of her denim jacket and she pulled out her shiny pink phone.

"Hey look, it's my dad," she frowned. "I'll be in the other room," she said as she walked away.

"So Hazel, can I get you something to drink? Sorry, we don't have much food here since we're leaving today. But I think we might have a couple cokes in the fridge," I said.

"Oh no, I'm fine. So anyways, I'd just like to thank you guys a lot, for taking care of Violet while I was away. She was pretty upset when she ran away from home and I felt terrible for leaving her, but I had to go visit my aunt in Boston for an emergency. I hope she didn't cause much trouble," Hazel said.

"You sound like her mom," I laughed. "But no, it's all good. She was fine," I said.

"Yea, Kendall especially thought she was real fine," James smirked. I gave James a look as Hazel laughed.

"Well I think you're real cute, trying to flirt with me and all, thinking you have a chance. Sorry hun, I'm single but not interested," Hazel said with a sorrowful smile. James scoffed and this time I was the one to smirk.

"Hey guys, I'm back. Did I miss anything good?" Violet asked.

"Nope, what'd your dad say?" I asked.

"Actually, he told me that he's going on his trip a couple days later. Turns out he was going to California too; I'm not sure what for though. And my stepmother isn't going after all. She has her own stuff to take care of," Violet said.

"You're still coming with us though right?" I asked.

"Oh yea, for sure. Wouldn't miss!" Violet said as she kissed my cheek. Hazel raised her eyebrows and looked slightly surprised.

"I think they have a little thing going on," James whispered to her. Hazel nodded her head slowly.

"It's good to see you're happy again Violet. I haven't seen you like that ever since back in the day when you and Derek used to date," Hazel said. And suddenly she clasped her hand over her mouth. "Ohmygod I'm so sorry Violet," Hazel said.

Violet shrugged her shoulders and pulled away from me. "Well, these bags aren't going to pack themselves. I should go finish..."

"Yea same here. I think Logan and Carlos are already done. What about you James?" I asked.

"Yea I'm good. Except I'm missing something," James said.

"What're you missing?" I asked.

"A pretty spark in my life. Been searchin for one this whole time in New York but couldn't find one. Hey look, I found her!" James exclaimed. Violet giggled as I sighed. Hazel just stared at James with a blank expression.

"You're really that desperate...sorry guys I need to get going. My parents are waiting for me. Violet is was nice seeing you. You better keep in touch girl," Hazel said as she hugged Violet tightly. "Kendall, you better take care of her or else I'll murder you. And James," Hazel sighed. She grabbed his hand and held it in hers, intertwining their fingers. "You're a really funny, sweet, gorgeous guy. But trust me, don't be chasing girls all through out your life. When the time comes and you find the right one, you won't even have to use pick up lines to get her. She'll automatically come to you, and love you for you. Be confident and stay confident," Hazel said, giving James a small kiss on the cheek.

James looked like he wanted to cry as Hazel let go of his hand. "Well then, see you guys soon! Come back and visit!" Hazel said as she walked out the door. As soon as she walked out, Logan and Carlos walked in.

"Did we miss something?" Logan asked.

"New girl, nice," Carlos said, looking back to see if Hazel was there.

"Did James lose his lucky comb or something? Why does he have tears in his eyes?" Logan asked.

"Forget it, we need to finish packing. You guys are all done?" I asked.

"Yupp, we're meeting Gustavo at the airport in an hour. Kelly says our ride will be here in thirty minutes," Logan said.

"So Violet, you excited to go to California?" Carlos asked. "You'll love the corndogs there!"

Violet smiled. "Yeah, I am. Thanks for inviting me. I'm especially excited to...find my family," she breathed, looking into my eyes, as she intertwined her fingers in mine.

"Well then, what're we waiting for? Let's go!" Logan exclaimed.

"It's cold in here," Violet complained. "I've always hated plane rides." We had been in the plane for 2 hours and Violet had been restless ever since.

"Don't worry, just four more hours. Then you can get off of here and do whatever you want," I said. She sighed as she leaned her head on my shoulders. Something had been bothering me ever since we were at the hotel, but I didn't know if I should bring it up. However, I was dying of curiosity so I decided to give it a try.

"So Violet, who's this Derek person?" I asked nonchalantly. Violet suddenly took her head off my shoulder and sat up straight.

"Just an ex of mine," she said calmly. But you could tell there was something bothering her.

I nodded my head slowly. "So you guys were really happy together and stuff?" I asked cooly, although you could probably hear the hint of jealousy in my voice.

"Yea, yea you can say," Violet said, nodding her head.

"So, uh what happened? I mean, if you were so happy why'd you guys break up?" I asked.

Violet's eyes darted from place to place in the plane. You could tell she was very uncomfortable about the subject. Finally she faced me, her eyes meeting mine, filled with sorrow and hurt.

"Derek...died," Violet whispered. "It all happened so fast, I can hardly remember our days together nowadays."

I immediately felt bad for asking her about Derek. I figured he was just an ordinary ex. But my curiosity took over me and I was obligated to ask the next question.

"If you don't mind me asking...how did he die?"

Violet took a deep breath as she looked out the misty plane window. She had a faraway look in her eyes. A sad smile crept up onto her face and vanished within seconds. Then she looked back at me.

"We met the summer of sophomore year, tenth grade. It was love at first sight. He fell for me, I fell for him. We were in a relationship with a blink of an eye and we were really happy together. He was my everything. I couldn't go a day without seeing him or hearing his voice. He cheered me up when I was down and made me happy when I was angry. But most of all, he always knew how to make me laugh, even if they were in the craziest ways.

We got matching everything, from t-shirts to friendship bracelets. I'm not eighteen yet, but we planned to get matching tattoos on my eighteenth birthday. Everyday after school we'd drive to the park and just chill in his red mustang, watch the beautiful view and hear the melodious sounds from kids laughing and the birds chirping, and the water running down the little creek. Then he'd drive us back to his house, sometimes my house. We'd alternate every week. And we use to climb to the roof and have our own little mini picnic. Once it would start to get a little dark, we'd bring blankets out and lay down there on the roof and watch the starry night sky. Sometimes I missed my curfew time and I'd stay at his house past eleven at night. But it was all worth it when we both got to make magical wishes at 11:11 p.m.

As we laid there on the roof, we'd plan out our future. He was planning on becoming an artist and I've always wanted to be a fashion designer. We planned to get married and move to a big house where he'd have his own art studio and I'd get my own enormous walk in closet. And we planned to have three kids; two girls and one boy. We never really got to pick out their names, but we had fun planning how we'd raise them and how we'd all be one happy family. But I never planned that one day I'd lose him.

My dad started disliking Derek more each time he kept me out late. Trust me, we never did anything bad, it's just that we'd get lost in time. I was lost in love and I didn't want to be found. But we didn't care what anyone thought. We'd keep all our promises. Didn't matter if it was us against the world. As long as we were together nothing could tear me down.

It was the beginning of junior year, eleventh grade, that he started getting a little distant from me. He was a senior, I was a junior. He became busy with all his studies but he still made little time to see me each week. There were some weeks I didn't see him at all, and when I did he looked horrible. He was stressed and restless and frustrated. The smallest things angered him. I had to be careful around him. I could no longer play silly jokes on him. One wrong move and he'd burst out yelling.

One day at school I saw him in the hallway hanging out with other friends. I wanted to go up to him and kiss him like I always did, but suddenly it almost felt awkward to. That's how distant we'd grown. As I was walking by, I noticed that his friendship bracelet was gone from his wrist. Mine was still clasped onto my wrist tightly. I convinced myself that he had forgotten to put it back on after his shower, but after a couple days I realized it was really gone.

A few days later I went to go visit him. He was living alone in his new apartment, where he had more room for his art. I remember back in the days when the two of us were so happy, I'd always been his muse. He'd paint the most fascinating and breath taking pictures of me. Some of them were realistic portraits while others were some abstract painting that I apparently inspired him to paint. In the end they were all gorgeous. And he'd give me a different painting to take home each week if he wasn't going to sell it. Anyways, so I went to go visit him, and I could barely recognize his art. They were all dark, sad, gloomy paintings. His paintings before were vivid, filled with the brightest colors. And now it seemed like all he was using was black and more black. I could tell I was no longer his muse.

Although I loathed his new paintings, I still managed to slide a few compliments here and there. But he noticed. He noticed that I wasn't gushing over his paintings like I always did, and I no longer had much to comment on. He told me he was busy and that I should come back another time. And so I left. And I didn't come back until one night when he actually called me to come back.

I was excited, yet anxious at the same time. He hadn't called me for weeks. And so I put on my favorite dress and dolled myself up. When I arrived at his place, he embraced me in such a hug that is unexplainable. I was quite surprised yet so happy. He apologized for not being able to spend time with me the past few months and he said that he'd make up everything for it. He took me up to the rooftop of his apartment where I found myself surrounded by glimmering lights and a small table set up with dinner for two. I was definitely awestruck and couldn't have asked for anything better. We had a lovely time and were able to catch up after a long time. Then he took me back inside into his apartment, into his room, and well...we made love for the first time. Yes, I was young, but honestly I don't regret any part of it.

The next morning I woke up and found myself tangled in his sheets. I smiled even as the bright sun blinded my eyes. I looked next to me, but Derek was gone. So I got up and went to his art studio, where I found him furiously painting something. I walked up a little closer and was horrified by the image. It was of a young lady, who of course was painted all in black. And, well she was bleeding to death from a knife that was stabbed in her heart. He even painted her blood black, And suddenly I was furious. Hadn't we had such an amazing time last night? What made him come back to his gothic paintings again? I touched him lightly on the shoulder, but he pushed me away. And that was really the last straw. I was so angry that I took a bucket of red paint and splashed it onto his painting. And after looking at the hideous expression on his face, I regret ever doing that.

He pushed me against the wall and grabbed some of his stuff and stormed out of his own apartment. I tried running out after him but he jumped into his car and drove away full speed. I was heart broken and tried my best to fix his painting. But each time I picked up the delicate paint brush my hands would tremble and I'd drop the brush. As I stared more carefully at his painting, I realized the young woman was me. Behind her was a man, who I realized was not trying to stab her, but trying to pull the knife out of her heart. I guessed that he was supposed to be that man. The more I stared at the painting the more I realized the beauty of it, and I felt miserable for ruining it. I knew I had to fix the situation, so I got dressed and left his apartment. I had no idea where he was, but I guessed it wouldn't hurt to roam around a little.

So I called a cab and just had him drive me around the city. The traffic was terrible, and later I found out why. There was an accident up ahead. I knew it couldn't have been Derek, but I started feeling a knot form in my stomach. And each time we got closer to the accident the knot twisted more and more until I felt like I could barely breathe. Once we were a couple feet away from the accident, I don't know why but I had the sudden urge to go see who it was. The taxi cab wasn't moving anyways because of the traffic, so I jumped out and ran up to the scene.

And once I got there I let out the most blood curling shriek. And I fell to my knees. Because who other than Derek himself was lying there with a white sheet covering half his body. The white sheet was soaked in blood and the side of his head was crushed. I had never been so traumatized by a scene like that my entire life. The police and ambulance were all there. They said he had crashed into a bigger truck driving by. But it was too late. He was gone.

I couldn't bring myself to his funeral so I visited his grave a couple days later. And I cried. I cried for a really long time. I cried about our days together, the times we spent on the rooftop planning our future, the times at the park, the times he used to paint portraits of me. The time he started getting distant, the time he would barely ever call me, and finally the time he left me to go die on his own. If I knew what was going to happen, I would have never let him leave that apartment door.

The next couple days I spent my time at his grave. I brought him a bouquet of his favorite flowers everyday. And I'd bring some food too, so we could have our own little picnic again. I tried to smile and pretend he was there with me, but of course it was never the same. My dad got really worried and had me start seeing the therapist. But I kept all my promises and told that therapist nothing about us. Everything would be forever between me and him.

Eventually I moved on. I stopped visiting his grave everyday and went there only on the weekend, and soon it changed to once a month, to once every two months, to once in the entire year on his death anniversary. I don't know how I did it, but I must say that Hazel really helped me through all of it. It's been almost a year now, since he's been gone. Now when I think of him, I only remember the good memories and smile. I'm over him, but I still miss him when someone brings him up. And that's why we broke up Kendall. We broke up because he was the one that got away."

I stared at Violet in astonishment. How many life tragedies had she gone through? First the trouble with her family and now her ex boyfriend? I couldn't imagine what she was going through.

"Wow...I uh, I don't know what to say. I'm really sorry for your loss Violet."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, I'm over it. I get a little sad now and then but I've definitely recovered. And just so you know Kendall, I'm not using you to get over him. I like you for you. I really really like you," she said, giving me a small but sweet kiss on the lips.

"Good, because I like you too," I said. She rested her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. The two of us remained silent the rest of the flight.

Before I knew it, the plane had landed and we were at the airport reclaiming our luggage. I helped Violet carry her million bags to the taxi. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out to see that my mom had texted me.

From: Mom

To: Kendall

"Kendall, hope you had a good flight. Need to talk to you ASAP, ALONE."

That's strange; what did mom have to tell me? I put my phone back in my pocket and finished putting the luggage into the taxi.

"Hey you guys, my mom needs to talk to me about something important. So uh, why don't you guys go get some food to eat with Violet and I'll meet you back later alright?" I asked the guys.

"Yea, sounds good," Logan answered.

"Oh Kendall by the way, if you don't mind, I'd kind of like to stay alone in a hotel nearby. I wouldn't want to cause you and your family any trouble so I'll be checking in to The Laffayette. It's not too far from The Palm Woods," Violet said.

"Well I have no problem with you staying with us, and I'm sure my mom, sister, and the guys won't either," I said.

"I know, but I figured you've already done too much for me. It's time I learned to survive on my own. But don't worry, I'll still be hanging out with you guys everyday. After all, we do have a mission to complete," she said with a wink.

"Alright then, I'll see you soon," I said, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before leaving for The Palm Woods.

What could my mom possibly have to tell me that was so important?

And that's a wrap! So what did you guys think? I made it especially long to make up for my long absence. So as most of you can tell, I got my inspiration for Violet's story about her ex from Katy Perry's ''The One that Got Away.'' It's one of my favorite songs and I thought it'd be perfect to write about! Anyways, I really really really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It took me FOREVER to do, but it was totally worth it. So if you all would be lovely fans and leave me a review, that's be great! Don't forget that you don't have to have an account to write a review. Every review counts! :)

~PS: If you enjoyed this chapter, be sure to check out my other story Finding You Again. I can guarantee you'll love it!

Random Fact: So have you guys ever tried French Macaroons? I think they're like the cutest thing ever! And they're soooo delicious. I'm attempting to make some tomorrow; it's my first time. Wish me luck! And if you have tried it, leave a comment below telling me what your favorite flavor is! :)