Kendall hated being away from Logan for any amount of time anymore, but his dad asked him if he'd take Jo out for some reason and he couldn't refuse what his father said, so at 6:30 on Saturday, his car was sitting outside of her house. He just wanted to get it all over with and move on, but he knew if it was with Jo, it wouldn't be that simple. With this whole life, it never was that simple. But right before he was going to call Logan and go to the home, she walked out. And he didn't exactly know how to react.

There were a lot of words that could describe her current appearance, but Christian wasn't exactly one of them. Or maybe it was; she did have an oversized cross around her neck, on top of her bustier. She wore a tight black, sleeveless dress that was short with thigh high black boots and major 'fuck-me' heels. Classy. And her bright blue eye-shadow didn't help her appear any less like a slut. Or maybe it was her bright red lipstick, he wasn't sure. But he knew instantly what she was doing. And he found it hilarious.

"Hey Kendall," she purred, bouncing around her curled tips, "What are you doing here tonight?"

"You forced me to go out with you," He reminded her, starring forward while she advanced closer to him.

"Ah, don't be like that Ken," she said, twirling her hair in her fingers and putting a finger to his lips, "I just wanted to go out once in a while. I am still your girlfriend in this town, remember."

"So you didn't send the text out?" he said, nervous that he was right.

"Now why would I ever embarrass you like that," she said, giggling like an air-head at absolutely nothing, "You wouldn't want anyone thinking you're, that, would you. It'd be humiliating."

"THERE'S NOTHING HUMILIATING ABOUT BEING," and then he felt himself choke on the word. Finally, he spat it out, "gay." He was still getting used to the whole thing; for so many years that was such a bad word with him. Now it was who he was.

"See, even you think it's disgusting," she threw her hands in the air to show this emotion, but it ended up almost popping one of her boobs out of the top, "Because you know it's not right."

"No, what's not right is this," he tucked them back in before she had a nip-slip; now that would be embarrassing, "And anyway, I always thought you were above being a slut."

"How dare you?" she said, starring out of the window, "I'm not a slut, I'm your girlfriend and you should treat me like that. I don't care how many whores you have on the side, but I'm officially yours and you'll treat me as such."

"In your dreams."

"Yes, you're right, I am the girlfriend of YOUR dreams and that will be how it always will be," she smirked at him, "So if we can, let's forget about the tramp for a little bit and have a nice dinner."

"Now how could I ever forget about you?" and before she could respond to the comment, he stepped onto the gas pedal as hard as he could, almost knocking her out of her seat in the process.

Logan hated when Kendall was away, even if it were a short amount of time, but he had decided to take advantage of the situation and work on his picture books with Fender and Jennifer. What he didn't realize was how hard it would be to look at pictures of Kendall without the blonde actually being there. Plus, Jennifer was taking the picture time to curl her hair and try on different types of make-up.

"Jen," Logan pleaded from where he was sitting on her bed, "Please, come on; I really don't want to do this alone. Don't make me do it all alone."

"Then don't do it," Jennifer responded while putting the charcoal eye-shadow on, "I'm busy if you haven't noticed. Plus, isn't fender down there with you?"

"He's asleep," the brunette responded, pointing to the tall, long-haired boy sprawled across the bed, "And you promised, remember."

"Uch, Fine," she said, turning to face the grinning Logan on the bed, "But you have to do me a favor first; help me with all this."

"But-,"

"Nope, no buts, I need your help," she replied smiling back at him, "You're my best-friend, remember, and I need someone to brush out my hair so the curling will go faster. Isn't that what you want, this to go faster."

"Fine," Logan pouted back, "But as soon as we finish, you're sitting on this bed with me and working on this book. Got it."

"Yeah, I know, just get over here."

Logan giddily hopped off the bed to go over to the boudoir with a giant mirror that Jen was tentatively sitting at, coming right behind her to shock her a little.

"I can see you Logie," she said as he crept up behind her, "but for now, all I need is for you to hold my hair."

"You aren't drunk are you," he said giggling, vividly remembering the awful time she was.

"Not funny," she responded, twisting her face into a glair, "They still yell at me about that."

"Yeah, but you are a hilarious drunk."

"Are you saying that I'm not funny all the time?"

"No, but I am saying that you can be really …. Rude."

She hit him with a comb, "If you mean Bitch, just say it."

"You already did."

"With friends like you, who needs enemies?"

"Hey, you're the one who called themselves the bitch," he replied, running the brush on her stand through her hair, "Plus, you're also the one who broke their promise first."

"Yeah, but you're the sweet one, I'm not; you shouldn't expect so much of me next time."

"At least you're honest."

"See, you're starting to get it."

"Yeah, Bitch," he responded, pushing her forward and jumping onto the bed after she missed with the mascara brush and went all the way up her eye-lid.

"Just for that, I get to do your make-up now," she yelled, jumping out of the chair and chasing Logan around the house before they both laughed about it for an hour and fell asleep in her bed of pure exhaustion, next to the stacks of pictures.

Kendall was getting really annoyed with just how flirty Jo was being at the moment, and if she bent over one more time, the dress might split. That's what you get for wearing something three sizes too small; and if you do that and then actually eat. He didn't really care about people's weight, but the dress was doing her no favors in the bloated department. And she seemed to notice.

"So Ken," she started, putting her oversized clutch over her stomach, "What have you been up too lately."

"I've been away," he responded, still pissed she was putting up this whole charade, "you know, with my boyfriend."

"Oh, that pesky ole-thing," she did her vapid giggle again, and it was even more annoying the second time than the first, "Well don't you worry, I'll take care of that soon enough."

"Dammit Josephine," he yelled, slamming his fists against the table, "Why are you doing this. Why can't you just live with the fact that we're over?"

"Well Kendall Austin Knight," she said quietly, but anger seething from her tone like poison, "let me make something absolutely clear, we aren't over. We'll never be over. We are going to finish High School together and you will propose to me on our first day of college with our parents both there and you'll smile at me and be happy. Do you understand me? You will be fucking happy with me and we'll have three kids together and a small dog that you'll walk every day. And you'll be a preacher and you are going to run your father's camp and forget about your little fling. So start to mother-fucking day because I'll make his life; got that, not yours, his; a living hell. I don't know how, but I will make him suffer to make you pay if you stay with him. So, here's your ultimatum, forget about him or hurt him. And choose carefully before if the choice is up to me, I won't be as merciful." She looked down and took a sip from her drink on the table before seeming to forget the previous conversation. "So, ready to go the movies." Her huge smile hid her obvious distaste for what had just happened, but Kendall found himself nodding slowly while thinking.

There was no way he could ever allow anyone to hurt Logan, he was too precious, but he also knew how simple it'd be to do so in the first place. He lost his sanity every time a ring-tone, so it would only take one good trick from his ex to send his love over the edge. And that scared him the most because a world without Logan wasn't a world at all. It was an empty shell with a few people who would bother him. So, after long thought during the movie with Jo, he'd developed a complicated plan. A plan to get the brunette out of harm's way and him away from all this life. And it could go a lot of ways, and he was hoping for a 'non-Romeo and Juliet' ending, but if that's what it would take to be together in the end, he certainly wasn't above it at all.

So after a long time of thinking, Kendall had made an important decision. Kendall Knight and Logan Mitchell would run away together and never look back. It was the only way. And if they didn't, then they'd be fucked. Or dead.

But to get this plan in motion, he'd have to throw Jo off his trail and to do that, he'd have to do something that felt like death. Because all he wanted to during it was die. Because for the first time in a long time, he'd be the one to hurt his Coco. So, after an hour of a gloating Jo, he walked outside the theatre and called Logan while she stood next to him, listening intently.

"Hey, Logan," he hated saying the beautiful brunette's name so harshly, "I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home ever again, because, because, because I don't want you anymore. Get out of my life, because I'm leaving yours. Permanently, and don't look back. We'll go our separate ways and move on. Forget about me, and this and everything else. Burn the bear, cut up the pictures, break the CDs. Because you're nothing to me. Nothing but an honest mistake." A tear left his eye when he hung up, and all he had left would be the possibility of Logan letting him in in the morning.

After being disturbed from sleep by the loud wringing outside his door, Logan hurried to see who was calling. His hope was that it was Kendall telling him where he was and when he recognized the number, he got so excited that he missed the call and it went to message. But, as soon as he heard his real name mentioned at the beginning, he knew something was wrong.

"Hey, Logan," Kendall started, breathing heavy because something obviously wasn't right at the moment, "I'm not coming home tonight. I'm not coming home ever again, because, because, because I don't want you anymore. Get out of my life, because I'm leaving yours. Permanently, and don't look back. We'll go our separate ways and move on. Forget about me, and this and everything else. Burn the bear, cut up the pictures, break the CDs. Because you're nothing to me. Nothing but an honest mistake."

Logan melted onto the floor, tears filling his eyes before flooding his cheeks when he felt light arms wrap around him and pick him up off the cold floor.

"It's okay Logan," Stephanie sighed, pulling him closer to her while she dragged him over to the couch, "Don't let the voices come back."

"I – I – I don't know what, what, what I did wrong," Logan moaned, getting her dry shirt damp fast, "I … I though he lu-la- loved me*sob*."

"He does honey, who couldn't love you," she said, caressing his hair like she saw Jennifer do when she was comforting the petite boy, "You're beautiful, and stunning, and witty, and smart, and talented, and gorgeous, and did I say beautiful. There's nothing not to love about you. I just wish you were straight." He giggled a little at that, but he ended up choking and then crying more.

"Wha- Why are you being so, *sob* so nice to me Stephanie," he said softly, interested in her change of heart, "I thin … think this is the first time we *moan* have ever talked this much with each other."

"I'm not exactly sure," she responded honestly, "but I've always been jealous of Jennifer and your friendship."

"Well," he snuggled into her chest like he used to Kendall, "you're my new friend now bestie," and they both curled up on the couch while Jennifer slept hard on the bed upstairs. He was always grateful for awesome friends and he was sure that this was one that could last for a while after this. The real question was if he could last after this. A world without Kendall wasn't a world at all.

Author's Note: Who else wants to cut a certain bitch named Jo. If you didn't hate her before, I'm sure you hate her now. I think we can virtually fight her if we try. But not all is lost. Kendall isn't going to give up this easy. So review and comment and tell me how you feel. It makes me smile. Keep up the incredibility and tell me how you - I was reading BOP (Yes, I read BOP religiously) and they had a BTR interview and they asked each member whose place they'd like to take for a day and James said Lady Gaga. Who else would love to see James as a Gaga Drag Queen? I think I could die after that. Here's hoping for Big Time Drag season 3. Ha! Luv ya. XoXo.