Okay, now don't expect two chapters every day. I just had nothing to do today... Literally. Oh, and I know times going really fast right now, but that's because most of the story is later. This is like a way to introduce Kendall and August's relationship or whatever. Okay, I'm done now. Bye!

I just stared at the door. What was he doing here? I sat up on my bed, still holding the pillow.

"Come in?" I said slowly. He waited for a minute, then opened the door and walked in. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing from the dance, except he unbuttoned his shirt, and had a grey t-shirt on underneath.

"Hey…" He said, sitting down on the opposite end of the bed. I just stared at him.

"Hello." I muttered.

"Look, about tonight…" He started.

"Did you have anything to do with it?" I interrupted him. He looked at me.

"What?"

"Did you have anything to do with it?" I repeated. He shook his head.

"No, I didn't." He said.

"She mentioned you before she… Dumped my drink on me." I looked down at my pillow, playing with the ends. Kendall sighed.

"Amber and I used to date." He muttered.

"Oh." I replied.

"I broke it off because she wasn't exactly nice. Which I guess you saw tonight." He actually got me to smile a little bit…

"Just a bit."

"I just wanted to come make sure you're alright." He scooted over a little bit, and grabbed my hand.

"Really." He smiled at me.

"Yeah. In case you haven't noticed, I kinda like you." I looked at him, and he was starting to blush. I could feel myself starting to blush. He smiled and then looked away. "So you think you're gonna go?" I looked at him, confusion on my face.

"Go where?"

"Back to New York." He muttered and then looked at me with those bright green eyes.

"Probably." I said quietly.

"Then you're going to have to give me your number so I can call you." He smiled. I smirked and went to grab a notepad, only to realize I don't have one up here. I turned to him.

"I don't have any paper…" He laughed.

"Do you have a pen?" I nodded and grabbed my purple sharpie pen on my desk. "Just write it on my hand, and then I'll write mine on yours." He held out his hand and I wrote down the 7 digits and handed him the pen. As he was writing on my hand, I just watched his face, only inches from mine. Once he finished, he looked up, and realized how close we actually were.

"Here… Is your pen." He smiled, handing me the pen. I smiled and looked down, so I could see where the pen was. I grabbed it and looked up at him, still inches from my face.

"I should probably head home…" He said quietly. I nodded.

"Probably." I replied, and then something weird happened. We both started to lean in, and I closed my eyes. We were about to kiss… He's about to kiss me…

"August?" My mother knocked on my door, and Kendall and I froze. Then we both started to laugh, and pulled away. Damn.

"Yeah mom?" I called out, and Kendall was back at the end of my bed. My mom walked in the room, and looked at us.

"Everything alright?" She asked. Kendall nodded, and got up.

"Actually, I was just about to leave." Kendall smiled. My mom nodded.

"Alright. It was nice to meet you Kendall."

"You too Mrs. Martin. Talk to you later August." He winked at me, and walked out of the room. My mom turned to look at the door and then at me.

"Was I interrupting something?" She asked. I sighed.

"No… Nothing. What's up mom?" She sat down next to me.

"Sweetie, I just got off the phone with your father…" I looked at her.

"You did?" She nodded.

"Yes. We made an agreement. If you want to, in a week, when he gets back from France, you have the option to go back to New York."

"Really?" She nodded.

"You obviously hate it here. And it's been two months, and you're not doing any better. Kendall's your first friend, and you barely see him. We think it would be better for you." I smiled at her.

"Mom, I'd love to move back to New York." She smiled and wrapped my in a hug.

"I'm going to miss you sweetie."

"I'm going to miss you too…" I can't believe it. I was finally going home. But wait.. What about Kendall? Well, I guess it's not like we were in any kind of relationship or anything. He was just… My friend. My friend who I almost kissed tonight.

"Well," She pulled back with tears in her eyes. "We better start packing."

"Can we start tomorrow? I'm a little tired." She nodded, and kissed my head.

"Sure. Good night sweetie." She left my room, leaving me sitting there, hugging my pillow, by myself. I fell back on my bed, and looked at my hand. I saw Kendall's number, with a smiley face at the end.

The next day, my mom and I started packing up my room. During the week at school, people looked at me weird. I just plugged in my iPod and ignored them. In a week, I'd be gone. It was Saturday, the day before I was due to fly back to New York, and my mom and I were finishing packing. We heard the doorbell ring, and Chris went to answer it.

"August!" I heard Chris call. I got up and walked down the stairs and saw the door open a little bit. I went and looked to find Kendall, standing there with his hands in his coat pockets. It was now October, and getting cold.

"Hey." He smiled when I opened the door.

"Hi Kendall." I smiled. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I know it's your last day here, and I was wondering if you wanted to take a little walk with me." I nodded.

"Um, Sure. That sounds great. Just let me go grab a sweatshirt." I ran upstairs and grabbed a sweatshirt, and then back down. I walked to the kitchen.

"I'm going for a walk." Chris and mom nodded.

"Okay, Chris and I will finish up. Have fun." My mom smiled at me. I walked back to the door.

"Ready?" He smiled. I nodded.

"Ready. Let's go." We started walking down the road.

"So, you excited for tomorrow?" I nodded and grinned. "Not gonna lie, this is the happiest I've seen you since we met." He laughed.

"Hey, I was pretty happy a little while ago." I said, and he looked at me.

"Oh? And what made you pretty happy?"

"Nothing." I said looking away. He nudged me with his elbow.

"C'mon. What is it?" He chuckled. I sighed.

"Nothing. You probably don't wanna hear it."

"C'mon! Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell-"

"Fine!" I shouted. He chuckled. "Okay, I was really happy when… You asked me to homecoming." I muttered.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you? What was that?" He laughed, and I shoved him.

"Oh you heard me!" He laughed and grabbed my hand.

"Yeah I did." He smiled, still holding my hand. I admit this, and will probably never admit it again, but it felt really good. We were walking through a park, and we saw some carts set up.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking around.

"Fall fair. I forgot it was this weekend…" Kendall replied, looking around. "Up for a smoothie?" He pointed at a cart. I nodded, and we walked over to the cart. Kendall went to order the smoothie's and came back holding two: a pink one and a blue one.

"His and Hers smoothies!" I smiled and reached for the pink one. He held it back. "Uh! Pink one's mine." I gave him a look and then laughed, taking the blue one. He smiled in satisfaction, sipping his smoothie. We were walking down the pathway, when someone came by on a bike, accidentally bumping into Kendall and him into me. I looked down and there was smoothie (blue and pink) all over my sweatshirt. Kendall and I looked at the sweatshirt, and then at each other, and burst out in laughter.

"If you want, we can stop by my house and you can borrow a sweatshirt." He said while laughing. I nodded. We walked to his house, which was right by the house ,and he lent me a Minnesota Wild sweatshirt, and then we headed back to the park. We looked at all the little carts and booths, and talking about just about everything. We were sitting in front of the creek, in silence. I looked over at Kendall, and at the same time, he looked at me. We both started laughing, and he scooted a little closer to me. I gave him a look, and he smiled.

"You looked cold." Was his only response. I shook my head, but didn't argue. We both looked at each other and slowly started to lean in. Okay, this time…

"Kendall!"

Well fine!

We turned around to see Carlos running towards us. Kendall fell back in the grass.

"Yes Carlos?" He looked at him, trying not to grin.

"Is that your sweatshirt?" He pointed at me. Kendall gave him a look. "Never mind. Coach called an emergency practice in 20 minutes. C'mon!" Kendall looked at me.

"Go." I laughed. He squeezed my hand and then got up and followed Carlos. I turned around.

"You're not gonna say goodbye?" I called. Kendall turned around, while still walking.

"It's not goodbye!" He called back and then turned back to Carlos. I turned and faced the water. It was actually a little chilly… I snuggled in my sweatshirt. Wait…

"Crap… Kendall!" I turned around but he was gone. Oops… I sighed and laid down in the grass for a little bit. I eventually got up and walked home. I went upstairs and all my stuff was already packed.

***Page Break***

I walked into my dad's apartment the next day, and looked around the rather fancy build. It was the white wall black furniture deal.

"Dad?" I called out. I set my bag down by the door and walked around. "Dad?" I called again. I noticed a note on the counter.

A, I'm going to be running a little late at work tonight. I left $20 on the counter for you for dinner. Be home later. Love you, Dad.

I sighed. That was typical. I took the twenty and went downstairs to a local Chinese restaurant and got some food. I brought it back to the apartment and sat on the couch, just watching the city. Oh, how I missed it.