A/N: I'm already on chapter two, wow. With most of my stories it takes me quite a while to get things fully typed but I can't stop writing this story. I also wanted to thank all the people who reviewed last chapter. With this story, there is going to be a lot of sadness and it was hard to pick two genres it fit into because it fits into a lot so just a heads up for you guys. I also forgot to put the disclaimer on the last chapter so I'll add it here.

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR or anything from it.

Chapter Two: Joining the Army

After Carlos had told Kendall about how he felt Kendall and Carlos had really stopped being friends. I never actually knew what happened between the two of them but I was happy that he was still a part of my life. If I was just in Kendall's life that would mean the world to me. I didn't want to be one of those people who just fade away from him and then never speak to each other again. Kendall was like a drug to me. Even if I wasn't using it, I still want it to be there for support. That's what Kendall says about the drugs he takes anyways.

It was the third trimester of my junior year when things finally started to look up. Kendall was now skipping the class we had together so often I'm surprised they didn't just remove him from the class list and my friend Alex and I were growing even closer. I don't know what it is about some of my male friends but some point in our friendship I always seem to develop a small crush on them. I think it's because of the support they give me and the way they bring me up when I'm down.

I thought I was finally getting over Kendall, which I was happy about. No longer would I have to sit there and wonder why wasn't I so special and why Jett of all people when everybody knew that it wasn't going to last. That was my hope though. Whenever Kendall and Jett were dating Kendall always seemed to throw himself emotionally at Jett and I hoped that he wouldn't get hurt in the end. Even if he did everybody knew that I would be there to help pick up the pieces. I hated myself for always being there for him and yet I loved it. I loved that I felt needed by him, even if it was there for a very short amount of time.

It was near the end of the school year when everything came crashing back down. I was waiting on my father to pick me up from school because I had to stay late. Normally I would take the bus but I hated walking back from the bus stop so I would lie and tell him that I needed to stay after school for one reason or another. Whenever I would do this I would go down to my favorite teacher's classroom and sit in there and we would talk. Mainly we would talk about how much I hated my home life and how my father continued to emotionally hurt me when he was drunk.

Mr. Smith needed to go home because he had his usual date night with his wife. Apparently they were going to see the latest romantic comedy that had come out to theaters. I joked with him about how I'm happy I'm not going because I don't need to see him making out with his wife in the back of the movie theater. That's what was so great about him, was that we could joke about stuff like that. Hanging out with Mr. Smith always left me in a good mood, which was the state I was in until I saw Kendall walk out of the school.

"Oh hey Logan" I smiled at him. He seemed to be in a good mood, but he was probably high so it wasn't like it mattered much.

"Hey Kendall. What's new?" I asked and he laughed.

"What isn't new? Well in a few days I'll be eighteen."

"Nice, so you'll finally be able to legally buy cigarettes." I knew that Kendall smoked for two reasons. One, my father has smoked since way before I was born so I could smell the smoke on him. The second reason was Kendall never had a filter on his mouth and he was always talking about smoking cigarettes or pot or whatever drug he was on that week. His main topic of choice though was his consumption of alcohol.

"That's what Seth said." Seth was one of Kendall's best friends at the time. "I told him now I could buy porn." I laughed at this.

"Of course you would say that." We both continued to laugh.

"Oh it's not like you never thought about watching porn." In reality I never wanted to watch porn. I was a good kid, never thought about stuff like that.

"Actually no. Remember, I'm a good kid."

"That's right. I'm surprised that I haven't rubbed off on you yet." I laughed. My brother was a bad influence too but I was too scared of my father to do anything really bad.

"Wait till you meet my father then you'll realize why I'm the good kid."

"I take that challenge" I face palmed. There was no way I wanted Kendall to meet my father. If my dad knew about half of the things Kendall did my ass would be forbidden to see him.

"That's ok. So, how is everything in school going for you? I mean for the classes you don't regularly skip."

"Oh, classes. Well actually about school in general I decided that I'm going to drop out." My mouth dropped. I couldn't believe it. I've tried so hard to get him to stay in school and at least not fail some of his classes. I did assignments for him; I tutored him because he slept all throughout class. All my hard work was just thrown out the window. "I decided that I'm going to join the army." The army, THE FUCKING ARMY! I was so mad.

"Well if that's what you really want to do." Even though I was mad Kendall couldn't know. I don't know why but for some reason I could never show my true emotions around him. I just always wanted him to be happy, even if it left me broken.

"It is. I can get my GED through them and then go to college and become a paraeducator." A paraeducator was a certified person who works with mentally handicapped students in schools and other places like that.

"Nice. When I go to college I want to become like Lizzy" Lizzy was the special education teacher for the severe disabilities students and she was my hero.

"That would be a good career for you. Anyways I should get going." I didn't want him to go but I knew that his mom would be mad if he was really late. "I'll talk to you on Facebook tonight."

"You better have clothes on this time." The last time that Kendall and I really talked on Facebook was on St. Patrick's day and he was drunk and naked. Apparently he lost a game a strip poker with his family, which I should extremely weird but I wasn't going to question.

"You couldn't see me; I don't see what the big deal is!" Kendall protested.

"It's the thought that I'm talking to you while you're naked."

"I should streak in front of you one time." I laughed and blushed.

"What is it with you and being nude?"

"It's freeing."

"Don't' forget disturbing" we both laughed.

"Anyways, I'll talk to you later."

"You better!" I called after him.

I sat down on a bench near the entrance of the school. I starting thinking over the conversation that we just had. The army, of all things that Kendall could have done with his life he chose the army. Then I got to thinking that the army was going to be a good thing for him and that he would straighten up his act and stop drinking and stop doing all of these drugs. It was a miracle that his liver was undamaged from all of the alcohol he has consumed in his life.

I then got to thinking about how I would never see him anymore and that brought tears to my eyes. Even though he didn't know how I felt or if we weren't a couple I still wanted to be in his life but yet he did something that would cause me to go the extra lengths to even hear a word from him.

In reality the army brought us closer which made all the pain he has caused me so much worse.

A/N: I know that this chapter doesn't have much in it but it will coming up in the next few chapters because that is when Kendall is finally in the army and where almost all the story is. So review and let me know what you guys think of this chapter. Also, if you can relate to this story in any way let me know because I am here to listen because I have been there. So, review!