"Where are we?" Kendall asked as he sat up stretching looking around, pushing his hood off.

"Driving through Nevada." He nodded and put his head back.

"You want me to drive?" I shook my head and stared out at the dark road. "You've been driving since we left L.A." I laughed and nodded. One of his hands rubbed on my thigh and I groaned.

"Kendall…" I saw in the corner of my eye him taking off his seatbelt and quickly putting his he don my thigh laid down bringing his knees to his chest. I looked down and he was grinning while rapping an arm around my calf. "I am trying to concentrate on the road."

"I'm not doing anything. You don't want me to drive so I'll go back to sleep." I leaned back, put my right hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair. "Why don't they let people under 25 rent a car?"

"Because they don't trust you younger kids…or maybe it has to do with credit…I'm not sure. Why babe?" He shrugged his shoulders and slowly started rubbing up and down my leg.

"Just curious. Do we need to get gas?" I looked down at the gauge and sighed.

"Probably. Do you want to stop for the night?" He again shrugged his shoulders and I turned off on an exit. It was only a little town and some creepy old Motels I did not want to sleep in. I pulled into the first gas station and turned the car off. "Hungry?" He laughed and turned his head into my crotch. He mouthed over my limp dick and I put my head back shaking my head. "I meant for food you pervert. Were at a gas station and this town looks like one of those that would drag us through the streets because we like dick in our mouth, so get up." He laughed pushing himself up and quickly got out. I followed him out and we walked into the station. The girl behind the counter smiled warmly at us. I smiled and we walked down two separate isle. I could hear him picking things up and he laughed. I grabbed some cough drops and Advil.

"Logan…" I looked up over at him and he threw me a box. I caught it before it crashed it to the floor. It was a box of condoms and I looked at him shaking my head. His mouth fell open and I set the box down walking down the rest of the isle. "Come on…that's the whole point of a road trip." I opened a fridge door and grabbed a few bottles of water. "I don't want water." He opened a door next to me and grabbed Coke and Gatorade. I shook my head and walked to the snack aisle. "Can we get Cheetos?" I turned to him and he was sticking out his bottom lip.

"How old are you?" He stuck out his tongue and grabbed two bags of Cheetos.

A handful of food, 200 dollars later and a full tank of gas, we were back on the road. Kendall was stuffing his face while trying to find a radio station. I sat back one hand lazily on the wheel while the other rested on my leg. The road was dark, and empty, with the occasional street bike and semi-truck going by. I couldn't find a more appropriate time to bring up his conversation with his mom so I did.

"So…you and your mom really went at it."

"Yupp." I glanced over at him and he sat back in his seat, giving up the radio and pulling his hood on.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope." I turned back to the road and sighed quietly to myself.

"Why?" It was longer for him to respond and I could just tell he was irritated. So I pushed further. "When I was a kid my mom and dad fought once. It was the most terrible experience I ever went through. It was when I was 6 and I broke my arm on my skateboard. I came home crying and wailing like my brain was spilling out of my head by my ears and…"

"Your mom blamed your dad and your dad told your mom is was part of growing up for you. You waited a whole 30 minutes before they actually took you to the hospital. That's why you have a scar on your left forearm and your left hand is a little slacked." I turned to him eyebrows raised and he laughed taking a sip of water. "You de realize I read everything you wrote down about your life right?" I smiled and turned back to the road. "Was there a point to bringing that up?"

"Yes. That day, even thought I was 6 I knew what kind of person my mom was. She was always so controlling, and sheltering my dad and I joke that, that is why I'm gay." He snapped his head towards me and I chuckled reached out and resting my hand on his leg. "My mom is very outspoken, and most of the time she gets too outspoken and winds up pissing someone off.: I turned to him and cocked my head. "Sound familiar?" He looked away, and turned his head to looked completely out the window. "Kendall did you ever stop to think the things your mom does or says is because she's worried? About you…about your relationships? What happened when you got beat up in school? How did you mom react?"

"She sued every single one of the kids and their parents, and won. That's where my money comes from still." I squeezed his leg and sighed.

"See…your mom isn't a bad person. She's just scared for you. We unfortunately live in a world with homophobic gay bashing bigots. Sometimes, it's unsafe for us and so the people who love us get scared for us, and try our their best to get us to change our mind." He sunk down in his seat and my hand slid up his thigh until it was resting on his hip. I made quick work to glide my hand across his lower stomach and gently rub back and forth. "I honestly think you and your mom need to have a sit down and really talk things out. In fact I'm asking you to do that. For me. And for your sister. And I want no ifs ands or buts. You need a relationship with your mom. She gave birth to you so she's good for something." He chuckled and put one of his hands on mine.

"Okay Logan. I can do that. I can try to do that." I smiled and sighed out, content and happy. "You should have been a psychologist or something…fuck English." I gently slapped his stomach and he chuckled bringing my hand up to his mouth. He kissed in my palm and sighed. "I love you."

"I love you too Kendall."

I drove for only about 40 more minutes before I had to switch and let him drive. I was so tired and he had bought energy drinks so he could drive through the night. We quickly switched seats and I buckled myself in, and put my head back closing my eyes.

"You'll wake me up if you need me right?"

"Logan if the car sets on fire I will make sure to wake you up." I glanced over at him and he pulled out on the road.

"Kendall…" I whined his name and he laughed.

"You insisted on driving babe. And by the time you wake up, we'll be in…the next state over from Nevada. Which one is that?" I shot up quick and he laughed.

"Do you even know where were going?" He laughed harder and nodded his head.

"Relax! I'm just messing with you. Remember I drove this to get all my shit out to Yale. I know exactly where were going. Now sit back, relax and enjoy the ride okay? Would I let anything happen to you?" I put my head back and sighed. "That's what I thought. By the way you might want to give James a call when you wake up. I guess their seriously getting married and want us both there." I shook my head and sighed.

"Leave it to James to meet a 19 year old, and then a week later ask him to marry him. I really dodge a bullet there." He chuckled beside me and grabbed my hand holding it gently. "Love you."

"I love you too…" I think he started saying something else, but I was already completely asleep.