YAY! NEW CHAPTER! kendall's a little OOC at the end, jsyk. and lee's kinda OOC at the end of his section... BUT i still love this chapter...
DISCLAIMER: me only owns Lee and the song "i still believe". me created Lee and me wrotes the song. ME FEELS ACCOMPLISHED :)
POV: Kendall Knight
Destinee came back to 2J after her band rehearsal. "Guess what?" she asked as she sat down on the couch next to me.
"What?"
"I hate you."
"Shocker."
"Seriously, guess what?"
"James died?"
"What? Hell, no."
I sighed. "What is it?"
"We're having a concert. Big Time Rush and Triple Threat: same day, same place, same time."
"Are you serious?"
"And Gustavo wants you to write a song for the two of us to sing as a duet."
Great. Just what I need. Another reason to spend time with Destinee.
She grabbed my arm and shook it. "Aren't you excited?"
"Hell yeah, I am."
"You're not showing it that much."
"I'm a guy. We don't show our emotions that easily."
She lie across my lap and put her arm around my neck, the fingers of her other hand slowly walking up my arm. "What'll it take to get you to show your emotions?"
"Nice try. But if we were in my bedroom, it would've worked."
She sighed in defeat. "Can you at least tell me what it would take?"
"No, you'll have to figure that out on your own." I smirked.
Destinee got another idea. She unbuttoned the first few buttons on my shirt and rubbed my chest seductively. Her lips brushed against my cheek sweetly.
I smiled. "You should know what this is just turning me on."
"Kendall!" She tucked her head under my chin and hugged my waist. "Why are you so hard to figure out?"
"I like it that way." I put my arms around her and held her close.
She snuggled closer, feeling protected in my strong arms. I just loved holding her.
My mom came up and took a picture of us. "You two look so cute together."
Logan walked by. "You have no idea."
POV: James Diamond
Kendall's mother was right. He and Destinee did look cute together… in more than one way.
I wasn't going to mess up this relationship. I had done that to Kendall enough lately. The last thing he needed from me was another broken heart. And I didn't want to hurt him anymore. He was my best friend.
The two of them fell asleep on the couch in each other's arms. Kendall looked like he was having a bad dream by the way his face was scrunching up.
There was a knock at the door. When I answered it, Lee stood before me. "What do you want?" I asked harshly.
"I was told that Destinee was here," he replied calmly.
He was a good inch and a half shorter than me, but he had a slightly stronger build. His grey eyes were hard but seemed to have a pleasant tone to them. His red hair was spiked up in a style that made him look a lot like Logan. Even though the difference between our heights, he could still pound me flat if he wanted to.
"She's sleeping," I answered.
He looked over my shoulder and saw Destinee on the couch with Kendall. "Ah, I see. Can you tell her that I'm recording tomorrow?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Because you almost killed me! I can't let that go all that easily!"
"Yeah, but you were assaulting my girlfriend. I'm sorry for trying to protect her from strange Hollywood people."
"Well I'm sorry for asking her out!"
Logan came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. "I'll tell her for you," he said to Lee.
"Thanks," the red-head said and walked off.
POV: Kendall Knight
Something was wrong with Destinee – I could feel it. There was this constant connection between us.
I raced to 5H and the door flew open in front of me. I saw Destinee on the floor in a pool of blood. "KENDALL!"
That was when I realized that her abdomen was unusually huge. She screamed again, "GET THE BABY!"
"Dest, what… what baby?" I asked, completely confused at this point.
Suddenly, she was okay, and a baby boy was in her arms. It looked like an exact replica of Carlos. He looked up and reached for me. "Daddy, daddy, daddy…" he said.
"No. N-no." I backed away from him, not wanting a kid – not now. And not one that would grow up to look like Carlos. I only needed one of him around.
The baby crawled off of Destinee's lap and waddled towards me. "Daddy, daddy, daddy…"
"You're not my kid!" I screamed, and started running.
His voice followed my, though. "Daddy, daddy, daddy…"
POV: Lee Morgans
"So," Gustavo said to me. "Griffin wants a song about the pressures of Hollywood and not giving up on your dreams."
"Okay," I said, checking the clock. "But I don't know if I'll be done with it by tomorrow…"
"Well, you'd better be done – instrumentals included – or you're fired!"
I smacked my forehead. "Fine," I growled and ended the call.
After I flopped down on my bed, I reached for my song notebook. I didn't have the energy to write a new one, so I tried to find a prewritten one that would work. No such luck.
I threw the notebook across the room. I was tired, frustrated, and fed-up at my temporary lack of imagination.
Then I remembered Liz. She was like my second mom, mainly because the first one didn't give a crap about me. Liz and her husband Michael (my second father) took me in almost 10 years ago, when I was 8 years old. They loved me like they loved their son, Matt. He was the best little brother I could ask for.
But Liz's final words to me before I left still rang in my head: "You're going to fall. You're going to be knocked down. But you will always have the strength to get back up again. Don't give up, don't let go. We believe in you and we always will."
That was all the inspiration I needed. I grabbed a pencil, some spare paper, my acoustic guitar, and set to work.
About two hours later, I called Gustavo.
"What do you want?" he asked. "It's almost 10 o'clock!"
"I finished the song and I want you to make sure it's okay," I said eagerly.
"Well, I've got company. They'll have to listen, too."
"Fine, I don't care, but I just want to make sure it sounds okay."
"I get it. Here, I'm putting you on speaker." I heard a little muffling, then Gustavo's voice directed at his guests. "Prepare to be amazed. This guy's my latest project and he's just got everything coming for him. Lee, play."
"Okay, one sec." I got comfortable on my bed with the phone on speaker and my guitar in my lap.
"I set out today,
trying to fine my own way out.
I know that sometimes I'll fail,
but I'll still prevail,
and I'll never let go of my dreams.
"I still believe that I'll make it through the night,
and I still believe that everything's alright.
I still believe that I can be
anything I wanna be,
but only if you believe in me.
"And now that I'm here,
making my dreams come true again.
I know that I'll get knocked down,
but with this strength that I've found,
I know I'll make it happen somehow.
"In this world, you can't slow down,
you've gotta let 'em hear your sound.
In this place, you can't be paced,
you know you've gotta win this race.
In this town, you can't let go,
'cause everyone wants to be someone, you know.
"I still believe that I'll make it through the night,
and I still believe that everything's alright.
I still believe that I can be
anything I wanna be,
but only if you believe in me."
Applause thundered into the phone and I couldn't help but smiling in accomplishment, even though no one was there to see it.
"Lee," I heard Griffin's voice through the speaker, "You never cease to amaze me with your compassion and determination. You're recording that song tomorrow whether you like it or not."
"Yes, sir," I said.
"Now go to sleep. Big day tomorrow."
"Yes, sir. Good night." I hung up the phone and dialed Michael's cell number.
A sleepy voice answered. "Lee, you do know it's 1 in the morning here, right?"
"I'm recording demos tomorrow!" I nearly yelled. "I've got a fair chance!"
"That's great!"
"I know!" I laughed and fell off my bed.
"You okay?" he asked like a true father would.
"Yeah, I'm just having a happy-attack."
"Okay. Good night. I love you."
"Love you, too, bye." I hung up and screamed again because I was so happy.
POV: Kendall Knight
The idiot screaming next door woke me up. His song wasn't too bad, though.
I just couldn't get that little voice out of my head. "Daddy, daddy, daddy…"
"Kendall…" Destinee moaned in her sleep. "You're… you're the father…"
"Dest." I softly shook her awake.
Her soft blue eyes just barely opened and she looked at me. "Go away." She buried her head in my chest again.
I turned over so that she was between me and the back of the couch. "Do me a favor, Dest."
"Right now?"
"No, just… just don't go off and get yourself pregnant. At least for the next 15 to 20 years."
She looked me straight in the eyes. "What if I get married?"
"Well… you know what I mean." I pressed my forehead into her shoulder. "I don't want anyone to hurt you. Not anyone or anything."
"Kendall-"
"I love you, Destinee." My soft kissed rained on her cheeks and forehead.
"I… I love you, too." Her lips brushed my cheek.
"You don't get it…" I kissed her forehead tenderly. "I love you so much." My lips found hers – and they stayed there for a while.
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