Well, since I got 3 reviews, I decided I'd update! You guys never fail to amaze me. I post it one day, and the next I have like 3 reviews, and each time more people following/favoriting my story! You guys rock! Disclaimer: Well, I had a dream about James last night, but unfortunately it was only a dream...
*Kendall's POV*
As I heard the truck speed away, I slowly sat up and rubbed my head. Then I felt a liquid on it. Holding back a groan, I looked at my hand to find it red. Of course. My head was bleeding. That was just my luck.
I had no way of getting back. I had no money with me, and I had forgotten my cell phone. I just figured it was no big deal because James had his, so if anybody needed to get ahold of us, they could just call his phone. Right? Well, obviously not anymore.
It seemed like the best plan of action was to just start walking home.
*Logan's POV*
James returned a couple hours later after he and Kendall had left, but Kendall wasn't with them. That immediately turned a little warning signal on in my head. "Where's Kendall?" i asked him, and he turned to give me a glare.
"Why do you care? You put him up to it, didn't you? You told him I had to go to the loony bin! Look, I'm not crazy!" James said.
I shrank back a little bit. James was towering over me. "I- James, I don't think you're crazy, but you even said it yourself... you're tired of living how you're living. And you need help, James!" I squeaked out.
Pushing me out of the way, he stormed off to his and Kendall's room without another word. Carlos looked at me worriedly. "Logan, where's Kendall?"
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "I don't know, Carlos. I have no idea. He forgot his cell phone here. I guess the best thing we can do is wait until he hopefully finds his way back home. If he doesn't come back by tomorrow morning, then we'll send out a search party."
It was a long couple hours before all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I jumped up and ran to get it. When I opened it, there was Kendall standing there, looking.. not good.
There was something in his hair - something dark, it looked like it was a liquid that had dried.. was that blood? He was shivering, was pale, and was wet. I looked outside and found it was pouring. "Carlos, go get me some warm pajama pants, and a sweatshirt!" I ordered.
Helping Kendall inside, I helped him get changed into dry pants and a sweatshirt, and had him sit on the couch. After putting a blanket on him, I made him some soup, and started talking to him while he was eating it.
"Kendall, what happened?" He looked at me, fear in his green eyes, and stayed silent. "Kenny, please tell me what happened." I whispered quietly, using the childhood nickname that always got him to tell me anything.
*Kendall's POV*
I hated Logan for using that on me. For some reason, whenever he called me Kenny, I couldn't refuse to tell him anything or give him anything he wanted. But that didn't mean I had to tell him the whole story..
"I got out of the car, James slid into my seat and drove away." I stated shortly, pretending that was the whole story.
Logan looked at me like he didn't believe me. "Then what's with all the dried blood in your hair?"
Shoot. How had I forgotten about the blood in my hair? My head was throbbing painfully at the mention of it. "When I was walking home, I fell and hit my head." That was half the truth... right?
He still didn't look like he believed me, but he let it go. We sat there in silence, watching a hockey game, me not telling them my head hurt like hell. After a few hours, Logan and Carlos decided they were going to go to sleep. I sat in the living room a while longer. Just as I was about to drift to sleep, I felt something on me.
And there was James, all curled up, settling himself into my chest.
I hope you don't hate me because I feel like that was an extremely boring chapter. /: It was another filler. Next chapter will be better, I promise!