Well well well, look at what I have here, chapter 4! After what? Like a month? I'm sorry I am lacking on time and this story needs to get done but is also really boring right now but I'm trying to liven it up a bit! Please stand by tho because it will take longer for me to finish chapters! Hopefully I get time to work on the next one! College is killing me tho! Wah! Oh well, enjoy my lovelies! Read and Review so I can get some motivation for the next chapter! -xoxo Tak! P.S. All things are fictional! And also, underage drinking is illegal and just don't do it bro!
If his three best friends were ever collectively wrong about something so much, it was taking Kendall to a club and getting him so drunk he could barely tell left from right. Why? Because he was now stuck between two girls he barely knew and he was pretty sure one of them was trying to take his pants off in the middle of the dance floor. But because Kendall was drunk, he didn't really know what was going on and was pretty sure that neither of them knew either. He let them dance and grind on him, he even grinded back, but something in the back of his head was begging him to stop. The song ended and there was a brief moment of silence. It was enough to push the voice forward a bit and Kendall to stop.
"I'm gonna get a drink." He told one of them, who didn't seem to care too much, letting him go before finding someone else to dance on.
Kendall walked straight to the small area where his friends were. James was getting a lap dance by some girl that vaguely resembled his girlfriend Halston, while Logan was seducing his way into a brunette girl's pant. Carlos was mostly sitting by himself on his, probably texting Cassie to tell her he wasn't doing anything he wasn't supposed to in hopes he'd be able to stand by those words later on. Kendall sat next to Carlos and told him he was going to get some fresh air. Carlos nodded and let him go.
At first Kendall was only going to step out for a little while, but ended up walking away entirely. He wanted, no, he needed a clear head. He breathed in the warm air and almost choked. His lungs had been clouded by the club atmosphere, causing the fresh air to seem almost toxic to his system.
Kendall walked far, far away from that place. His better judgment was always impeded by alcohol, and he most definitely didn't want it to make him do things he'd regret more than sleeping with Kayslee again, which was the worst thing that could happen. But he was already drunk. His loneliness was beginning to consume him again, making him wish he had someone to go to or be with. His emotions had been high strung and jumbled since morning, but the alcohol in his system was causing them to sort themselves in a weird manner. All he could make out though was that he wanted to see Katelyn. Or at least talk to her; uncensored and honestly, something that was hard to do these days.
Kendall found a bench and sat on it, after feeling it, making sure it wasn't a drunken mirage. He took his phone out of his pocket and tried calling Katelyn. After a few failed attempts at calling the right person, Kendall finally dialed Katelyn's number and waited for her to pick up, but she didn't.
"Hey! You've reached Katelyn. I'm sorry I missed your call, but if you leave me a message, I'll call you back."
The sound of her voice was enough to make Kendall believe she was there. He closed his eyes and imagined her speaking into the phone while recording the message. But shortly, that image began to waiver into just her smiling up at Kendall with her big brown eyes that glistened no matter how dark it was.
"God you're so fucking pretty. Why won't you love me?" Kendall sighed. After that he sat on the bench, thinking about Katelyn in every which way he could. Most of them ending up with them kissing. One image in particular made Kendall feel physical pain in his lower half, alerting him that he really needed to stop thinking about her this way.
"Why do I have to be in love with you?" He asked her image.
"Because she's everything you want and more." He answered for himself. He sighed again before lying on the bench and falling asleep. He was woken an hour later by three very concerned best friends who were also very wasted and could barely give him the proper scolding he deserved. Instead they did their best to pick him up and get him into the cab. They all leaned on one another to walk the few feet to the cab.
"Kindle why you leave?" Logan slurred. "We all was lookin for you. Da hot girls said you didn't wan fuck. Why?"
"They were so hot, why'd you not get it in?" James asked, equally as wasted.
Carlos was the least drunk sitting in the front of the cab. He was mostly quiet, trying to get each boy to one of his home safely.
"I don't want to, they aren't Katelyn." Kendall told his friends.
"You has to if you wanna get over Katelyn." James said.
"But I love her! I don't want to be over her!" Kendall argued.
"Fine then. Be sad fucking all the time then." Logan yelled at Kendall. He huffed and turned his back to Kendall.
Kendall sighed and stayed quiet the rest of the night. They got to Carlos's house where they all ended up crashing for the night. The next day they each woke up hung over and slightly confused as to what happened.
Carlos was the first to wake, realizing it was almost noon.
"Guys wake up." He told them. None of them stirred. He tried again, slightly louder, but they didn't budge, resulting in him chucking the pillows on the couch at each one of them.
"What's your fucking problem?" James groaned, using the pillow as a face cover.
"Get up it's noon!" Carlos said as he pushed himself off the couch and onto his feet, feeling the normal head rush collide with his hangover.
"Ten more hours please." Logan mumbled into the floor, passed out by the coffee table.
"Get up!" Carlos groaned loudly. He almost tripped over Kendall who was crashed on the beanbag, his tall legs taking over most of the floor in front of the couch. Carlos lightly kicked Kendall to wake him up as well.
"What do you want?" Kendall asked, rolling over so his head was sucked into the beanbag.
"You assholes gotta get up now, otherwise we are gonna get killed by Scott for not being in the studio." Carlos said. He walked to the bathroom to wake himself up further.
James groaned but realized what Carlos was saying was true.
Carlos came back and squirted them all with water until they at least opened their eyes.
"God damn Carlos!" Logan yelled, wiping the water off his face.
"That better be water or so help me, I am not afraid of kicking your Latino ass!" James added, using the pillow to dry his face.
Logan and James both lay awake now, refusing to move. Kendall on the other hand wasn't affected by the water or yelling. He was awake, but not because of Carlos's attempts. He realized that it was not only the next day but the whole night was a big blur to him, except for one small detail; his call to Katelyn which didn't end until he had said a few not so platonic things into her voicemail.
"Fuck." He breathed into the beanbag. His head shot up and he attempted to get up, stumbling over his own lanky legs.
"You okay there, K-Dawg?" James asked, watching the blond boy try to get a grip over his disoriented and hung over body and mind.
"What the fuck happened last night?" Kendall asked the others. All he could remember was the phone call he made and parts of what he said all night.
"We went out, got drunk, met girls, had a good time, that is until you up and left and we went looking for your trashed ass." Logan explained as much as he recollected from the night.
"And you didn't sleep with that hot brunette who was clearly trying to get in your pants." James added.
Kendall rolled his eyes at that. He looked over at Carlos who stayed quiet, not adding anything, though his eyes definitely spoke volumes, signaling to Kendall that he had to talk to him in private to know more.
"Who wants breakfast?" Carlos asked cheerily, turning to the rest of them. They all mumbled yes, and Carlos went to see what was in the kitchen. He came back with a frown on. "We have no food."
"What do you mean no food?" James asked.
"I mean there is no bread, eggs, or milk!" Carlos replied to the dumb question.
"Then let's go out and get some!" Logan said enthusiastically. James threw a pillow at him.
"If we're gonna leave, at least lets leave to go eat, unless of course, Logan wants to be the one to make breakfast with a hangover?" Kendall suggested.
"I think we're better off starving than having me cook so lets just do what you said before." Logan said.
They got up, slowly, and left the house, calling a cab instead of driving because none of them felt fit to be behind wheels still.
"Where to?" asked the cab driver. They all looked at one another trying to think of something but Kendall blurted out the only place he could think of, the diner across from the set studio where he would get to eat breakfast with Katelyn.
She came across his mind for the first time in hours, making him smile at first then frown again. He was still not ready to move on from her.
The driver got them to the diner and Kendall paid the fare. Logan and James ran inside to grab a booth while Carlos hung back waiting for Kendall.
"Everything okay?" Carlos asked.
"I should be asking you that question." Kendall joked. "What happened last night?"
"When?"
"After I left."
"Well…" Carlos began to tell Kendall as much as he remembered of the night, which was comparatively more than any of the boys. "You were pretty trashed when we found you. You had your phone in your hands and you were crying into it, saying that you loved it. Which was pretty insane even for a drunk person but then I saw the screen flicker and it ended a call to Katelyn."
"Fuck!" Kendall mumbled. "What else did I say?"
"Lots of things but I can only remember the 'I love you's and something about being with her being the best thing." Carlos recalled.
Kendall cursed himself for his idiocy in drunk calling the blonde girl. He thanked Carlos for at least enlightening him on it and they both entered the diner, only to find James and Logan conversing with Erin, her boyfriend Stephen, and of course the only person Kendall was hoping to avoid for the day, Katelyn.