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Chapter Eight: Interruptions

"Why are we going back one day early, mom? Is it cause Kendall beat the crap out of that Alex kid?" Katie Knight asked her mother energetically, bouncing on the bed.

Kim took the last of the suitcases from under the bed, plopping them on top. Kim ignored her daughter's question, a million and five things going through her mind. While they were set to spend two more nights at the Tregger's, Kim felt the need to go home. Kendall had already gotten in with this Alex kid, his anger fits were returning and she felt she had been enough of a burden on her best friend. What was staying there an extra day going to do?

"Katie, try your brother on his cell again," Kim said nervously, going over the set of drawers and beginning to pull out the family's clothes. She had tried to call Kendall five times since he had stormed out of the house, and she was a nervous wreck. Bryan had offered to go out looking for him, but Kim declined, hoping and praying that Kendall would come back on his own, but now, she wasn't so sure. She might take up Bryan's offer. Here her son was, walking around in an unfamiliar town, in the snow, all beaten up and bruised.

Katie slipped her new cell phone she had gotten for Christmas from her pocket, went through her contact list, of which consisted of Serena, Kendall and her mother, and clicked on Kendall's name, holding the phone up to her ear. Kim nervously stood there as Katie bit her lower lip, listening through the rings.

"Hey, it's Kendall. Can't get to the phone right now, leave a message and I'll call you back. Peace," Katie heard in the phone, as she hung it up looking at her mom with scared, vulnerable eyes, shaking her head no. Kim sighed nervously and ran her hands through her hair when Jenny and Bryan appeared at the door, each with sad faces.

"Did he come back yet?" Jenny asked Katie and Kim. Katie nodded no and Kim rested her hands on her hips, looking down, near tears. She was beside herself at this point.

"I don't know what to do," Kim said softly, her voice weary, bringing her hand to her mouth. Jenny frowned and came over to her best friend, hugging her tightly and sighing.

"He'll be fine, Kim. I'm sure he is on his way back now," she said, trying false optimism. Bryan sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He knew where Kendall went. He had mentioned to the boy that Kacey was working at the General Store today, and Bryan just knew he was there.

"I think I know where he might be," Bryan spoke.

Kendall walked up to the glass door of the General Store, and he could see Stella, illuminated by a single, hanging light above her at the counter, writing something down on a notepad. It was near closing time, around 5:30, so there wasn't anyone else except for Stella in the store. His face instantly curled into a smile at seeing her and the pain he felt from his injuries instantly went away. Main Street wasn't as crowded as it usually was, only a few couples holding hands, some kids with parents, all bundled up. It was freezing out today, and Kendall had been so upset walking out of the house that he hadn't bothered with gloves, a scarf or a hat.

He walked into the General Store determined, Stella picking her head up at the sound of the bell. She could immediately see something was wrong with Kendall, due to the bruises on his face, his bloodied lip, and the pain that lay behind his green eyes.

"Kendall Knight, what happened?" Stella asked frightfully, coming from behind the counter as he walked into the store, thankful for the warmth it had. Kendall sighed and gave Stella a small smile, as she immediately brought her hands to his cold face, touching the slight bruising he had obtained.

"I got into a bit of a fight with Alex Callum," Kendall said with a small chuckle, as Stella's blue eyes didn't leave his injuries. She sighed and touched his face with her hand softly, as he melted into her warm touch. She looked up at him with a concerned, twisted face.

"About what?" she asked, as if she already knew it was over her. Kendall had decided not to tell her.

"Hockey," he lied, scoffing a bit with a small smile. Stella sighed and looked at his lip and bit her lower lip upset.

"Are you alright?" she asked timidly. Kendall smiled, all his anger, and all his fear disappearing easily took Stella's hands in his own, rubbing his fingers through hers.

"I can take a punch, don't you worry," he said smugly, giving her a smile.

"Well it looks like more than a punch, hockey-head," Stella chuckled out, making sure she had seen every injury on Kendall's face. She looked in his eyes, and leaned up to kiss his lips tenderly. She easily suckled his top lip, his bottom one still bruised and swollen, as his hand went to her back, pushing him into her. She smacked her lips on his, slowly parting her mouth and brushing her tongue against Kendall's lower lip. Kendall winced a bit, as pulled away for a second as Stella chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked. Kendall chuckled and nodded no, touching his lip gently.

"Nah. It's just a bit sensitive," he said chuckling, making sure it wasn't bleeding. Kendall looked at her with a smile, touching her hands gently, as she studied his green eyes. Stella wasn't fooled. She still saw the pain behind them even if it disappeared from him, she could still sense it.

"Something is wrong," she said softly, furrowing her blonde eyebrows looking at him quizzically. Kendall nodded no, lying horribly as his cell phone ringer went off. He sighed, dropped Stella's hands and reached into his jean pocket for his cell phone. Without even looking at the caller ID, he pressed 'ignore' and slipped it back into his pocket.

"Who was that?" Stella asked curiously.

"My mom," Kendall said curtly, giving her a small smile, moving closer to her. Then it clicked.

"Did you get into an argument with your mom about your fight?" she asked, hitting the nail on the head. She took Kendall's arm and whisked him behind the counter as he let out a small chuckle at her forwardness.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Kendall said, as Stella sat down behind the counter, where there was a pillow and blanket set up. Kendall chuckled at her little campout station as he sat down, his knees to his chest, the small scrapes on his knuckles scabbed up a bit.

"This is what you do at work?" he asked laughing, looking around at the food Stella had behind the counter, and the comfy little hang out space she had.

"The General Store isn't always poppin', silly," she said chuckling, throwing a blanket over the two of them. "I get bored." Kendall sighed and put his arm around the beautiful, blonde angel next to him, as she cuddled into him. She leaned into his chest, feeling the cold from outside instantly go away as he cuddled more into her. He placed a chaste kiss on her blonde locks and sighed as she looked up at him.

"So, you're fighting with your mom?" she asked, returning her gaze to Kendall's hand, where she took his knuckles, and gently kissed them, encasing his hand hers. Kendall sighed.

"Yeah, but it's not a big deal. She just…she doesn't understand some things," he muttered out, pausing. "It's times like these, I really wish I had my dad to talk to," Kendall whispered softly, staring down at his and Stella's hands holding one another. All was silent as Stella cuddled into him more, taking in his scent and warmth.

"You guys were that close?" she asked softly, hoping the question would make Kendall smile, instead of frown. He smiled and nodded, his eyes still cast down.

"Incredibly close," he said. "He was my best friend." Stella nuzzled into him more and looked up in his eyes with a bright, happy expression on her face.

"Can you tell me about him?" she asked softly, her pink lips pursed into a smile. Kendall smiled down at her with those adorable dimples and let out a small laugh.

"You want to know about my father?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow and confused look. She nodded and smiled.

"I only know that he died. What about all the good stuff?" she asked smiling. Kendall smiled and sighed deeply, stroking the soft skin on her hand with his thumb.

"Well, we were always open with each other," he started off with a smile, the beautiful relationship he had with his father back in his head. "There was nothing I couldn't tell him, there was nothing I kept from him. I told him the first time I got drunk, the first time I kissed a girl, the first time I was offered, and politely rejected, drugs," Kendall joked smiling as Stella beamed up at him, loving the smile on his face. She rested her head on his shoulder even more and smiled.

"Did he look like you?" she asked lightly. Kendall sighed and nodded with a closed-lipped smile, remembering everything about his dad's face. The same dark eyebrows, the same green eyes, the some blonde hair.

"The spitten image," he chuckled out. Stella smiled and bit her bottom lip.

"Spitting image, silly," she chuckled, correcting him like she had the first night she had met him. It instantly bought Kendall back to when he had met Stella, the intense rush, sexual tension and confusion which was now all sorted out and he smiled at her, gently combing his fingers through his hair.

There was silence between them as they just laid there, each other's breaths enough to be a full conversation.

"You miss him?" she asked with a small, sympathetic smile. Kendall swallowed hard and nodded, leaning his chin on the top of her head with a sigh.

"Every single day," he muttered out softly. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I think the worst part, is that he was taken from me. It's not like he left by choice, and even if he had, I know he still would've been there for me…it's just…he's…h-he's gone. It's like a part of me is missing," Kendall muttered out softly, his voice weakening and he closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to let the tears out. He just couldn't help it when it came to his father.

"He's still very much with you, Kendall Knight," Stella whispered, watching as a single, warm tear flew down his cheek, onto their enclosed hands with a splatter. Stella felt the tear burn a hole through her skin. She didn't like when Kendall was upset…but she understood.

"I know," he said, clearing his throat, regaining his slightly lost composure. "It's just—I can't see his love anymore," he whispered out, like a holy prayer. Stella brought his hand to her lips and kissed it gently, with warm lips, and looked up into his eyes. She brought her hand to his bruised cheek, and made her way up, to run her fingers through his rustic, blonde locks.

"You can see mine," she whispered out lowly, her lips pursed in a small, sympathetic smile.

She loved Kendall Knight. The way he spoke, the way he held her hand, his sarcastic remarks, the way he was so passionate about his life, the way his family was first, the way he was a gentlemen, the way he made love, the way he sang. Everything. The past five days had been an absolute dream for Stella. She had never been loved. It was new for her to feel this way. She never wanted it to end.

He smiled at her sympathetically, and stared in her piercing blue eyes. Silence.

"We're gonna have to make tomorrow special, Stella. I leave the day after that," Kendall whispered out painfully.

It was the first time, this whole vacation Kendall had verbally acknowledged that he was just some "visitor" and Stella was just some "runaway". It hurt him to say it, but it was reality. Ever since early Christmas morning, he had been thinking about how he had to go back Duluth, his small little town without Stella. And now bringing up his father, and the fact that he was now going to be separated from Stella's love for a while made the boy cringe inside.

Stella looked up in his eyes, her piercing blue ones staring into his beautiful mossy green ones.

"I know," she said sadly, trying to avoid talking about it. "But can we not talk about that now? That's tomorrow. Be happy for today, Kendall Knight," she whispered.

Stella had thought a lot about Kendall leaving. Would there be any way to contact him? Would he visit soon? How was she going to keep this love alive? Stella didn't know any of the answers, but she knew the second he left her, that she'd find them…in love.

The girl's change of heart had been so radical the past few days, Stella didn't know how she was still functioning. She hadn't even known there was such a thing as love five days ago. It was myth she heard of. But now, as Kendall Knight gracefully entered her life, she was sure it was out there, and sure she had found it.

All that was left was to open up…completely.

"Okay," he said softly. Kendall smiled widely at Stella, looking at her in all her beautiful, glory. He had never loved someone so much, and what she had said was true. He leaned in, breathing hitched and passionately kissed her soft, supple pink lips. His sugary tongue slid into her mouth effortlessly, Kendall ignoring his painful bruised lip, as he brought his hand from hers, to her thigh, moving up it, squeezing it through her thin track pants.

Stella became lost in his kisses as she moved both hands around his broad neck, resting on each other at the nape of his neck as their lips parted for a second with an audible smack, before quickly engulfing one another again.

Stella moaned gently into the kiss, playing with Kendall's hair, running her fingers through it as under the blanket, the boys' hand went directly to the waistline of her pants. Stella parted from him, as his hand rested at the waistline, not wanting to go further without her permission, even though he knew it was already granted. They had made love at least three times, and already, Kendall knew exactly how her body responded to his touch, and what she adored. She nuzzled her soft lips into his ear, suckling on the tender shell, giving him the shivers.

"Mhm," she moaned out sweetly, as if answering a polite question from a stranger.

Kendall immediately dove his hand into the humid heat, his fingers tracing down to her desired, as he began to harshly rub her through the cotton fabric of her underwear. Stella's hips immediately bucked a bit, as she turned more to him, Kendall's lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss.

Stella let out a soft moan into his lips, to which he smiled at in the kiss, nibbling her bottom lip as she began to writhe her hips even more against his tough, callused fingers. Kendall moved his hand at a faster place as Stella grew damper, and damper beneath him.

"Babe," she muttered out, her words turning to butter. Kendall was surprised at the new nickname, but felt it as a surge of confidence. He could feel himself beginning to get a bit ahead of himself, as he moved lips with Stella like a song. She panted loudly, he moaned into her lips, she bucked her hips, he moved faster, she groaned, he groaned.

"Ken-dalllllll."

"Ste-llahhh."

Both lovers were so into the moment, they didn't even hear the light bell of the door as it opened.

"Hello?" Bryan Tregger asked into the empty, cold store, which had only one light hanging above the counter. He had heard movement and heavy breathing upon entering, and now was scared to death of what was beyond the counter.

"Fuck," Kendall exclaimed silently, his right hand quickly pulling from Stella's pants, and his left hand, which was just about to palm his stiffened erection, pulling away from his body completely. Stella breathed heavily against the back of the counter for a second, swallowing hard before she heard Bryan come a bit closer.

"Kendall?" he asked cluelessly, his voice a bit weak from the cold. Kendall leaned his head back against the counter, looking down at the tent in his jeans with wide eyes.

"Shit," he whispered miserably as Stella took the initiative, making sure to eliminate the pure lust and want in her eyes, before popping up from behind the counter, her breathing almost regulated. She faced Bryan with a smile, and he looked a bit surprised as she fixed her hair, and wiped her swollen lips.

"Oh. Hi Kacey," he said politely, a bit nervous. His blue eyes darted behind the counter where a hidden Kendall was helplessly trying to calm down, running his hand over his face, trying to think of anything but the feeling of Stella's body.

"Hi, Bryan. What brings you here?" she asked a bit breathy, already knowing of course, but not letting on.

"I was just looking for Kendall. I—I thought he might be here," he said confused, arching his neck a bit behind the counter, catching a glimpse of the tall blonde boy. Kendall sighed deeply, and got up from his sitting position, his bulge still a bit present as he popped up and smiled at Bryan, making sure the counter covered him.

"Hey, dude," Kendall said in a friendly, breathy voice. It wasn't like he was annoyed that Bryan had just interrupted what quite possibly could've been the hottest sex of his life. Well, maybe a bit annoyed. But for Bryan to come all the way down here in the cold, at night, it must've been important.

"Hey, man," Bryan said a bit awkwardly, as his mind clicked and he finally realized what he had interrupted, seeing the look on Kendall's face, Stella's red, swollen lips, and both of their breathy speeches. He looked from Stella to Kendall with a lost, surprised and embarrassed look on his face, stepping back awkwardly.

"Oh-I'm-I'm sorry, I-I didn't, I-I," he stuttered out, his face turning red against his blonde hair and fair skin. Stella chuckled and gave Bryan a polite, sweet smile.

"We were just talking about, Kendall's father, Bryan. It's alright," Stella lied for both of their sakes, easing Bryan's embarrassment, and giving Kendall's hand a squeeze. Bryan swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes turning to Kendall who was confused.

"Your mom is looking for you, dude. She's—she's pretty upset," he said sadly to the boy, which made Kendall's green eyes sink. He knew his mom wanted to talk, and he would talk to her eventually, maybe, but it was only then he realized that his mom was probably hurting.

Kendall never felt selfish about mourning his father's death, but sometimes, he did forget that not only had he lost a father, but his mother had lost the man she had been madly in love with, for over twenty years. Kendall instantly shot a look at Stella, squeezing her hand tightly to make sure she was still there.

Kendall couldn't imagine what it would be like losing Stella. And they had only known each other for five days.

"I guess we better get back then," Kendall said throaty, zipping up his jacket, praying to God he still wasn't showing evidence of the rendezvous. He turned to Stella as Bryan stepped back a bit and Kendall smiled at her.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe I can come over for lunch?" Kendall asked with a smile, signaling the fact he would bring a nice, full lunch for Stella and him they could share together.

"Sounds great," Stella said smiling. She quaintly leaned up, pecking Kendall on the cheek, her warm hands on his face as she chuckled. "I'll be waiting." Kendall chuckled, as she held his hands softly, and looked in his eyes.

"Bye," she said in a small voice, as Kendall stepped from behind the counter, in the clear. Stella turned to Bryan and smiled, tapping her fingers on the counter.

"Goodnight, Bryan. Make sure you get my boyfriend home safe," Stella said, as Kendall's heart jumped in his chest. He turned back on one heel to look at Stella with an incredulous smile, as she gave him a sweet, sexy grin in return.

"Will do, Kacey," Bryan said waving, as the two boys passed through the doorway with the small chime of the bell, into the nasty cold.

Kendall and Bryan walked into the Tregger house, Kendall's heart afloat from how Stella had called him her boyfriend. Bryan had apologized the entire way home about interrupting Kendall's escapades with Stella, and Kendall had constantly reassured him it wasn't a really big deal.

As they walked through the front door, Bryan closing it behind him, Kendall heard his mother run down the stairs with Katie, and Jenny, her face amiss with tears and stress.

"Oh thank God," she muttered as she reached the foot, running to him, as her arms threw themselves around her cold, damaged son, holding him tight to her. Kendall's hands went around his mother's back as well, as he held her tightly, his chin resting on her red hair.

"I was so worried, baby," she said, muffled in his winter coat. Kendall swallowed hard and sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said silently. Jenny motioned Bryan to leave the room with her eyes, as he gave Kendall a faint smile before retreating into the kitchen with his mother. Kim took her face from Kendall's jacket and looked up at him, as his eyes moved to Katie, who was silently looking at the reunion.

Katie Knight didn't cry at much, but the thought of possibly losing another man in her life in any way made her go near crazy, and the fact that the weather was icy and snowy didn't make it any better. While Katie was not nearly as close to her father as Kendall was, since he had died, the last few months she had been looking for a man in her older brother, someone who would always be there for her, no matter what the circumstances. And while she had found it, sometimes she worried about Kendall's own grief and attitude, rather than her own.

"You're stupid, Big Brother," Katie said upset, her voice quivering a bit. Kendall raised his eyebrows at the young girl's tone of voice, and the fact that she was scared. It melted his heart a bit, especially since he had even seen too much of Katie this vacation. He looked at her with a sad expression, and walked over to her slowly, his footsteps creaking a bit on the floor.

"I know, Kate," he spoke softly, leaning down and hugging her, planting a kiss on her shiny brown hair. Katie nestled into him a bit, taking in the coldness he radiated, along with his scent as they shared a hug for a few seconds. Kim looked at her daughter and son, and their tight, loving embrace and smiled a bit.

"Katie, why don't you go see if Serena and Jenny need help in the kitchen, alright?" Kim said to her daughter. Katie nodded, as Kendall released her, and she went off into the kitchen happy as a clam. Kim looked into her son's beautiful green eyes and sighed.

"We need to talk," she said sternly. Kendall looked at her with a mature, serious face as the two walked up the large staircase of the Tregger's in silence. They walked down the large hallway without any words spoken, down to the large wood doors of their room. Kendall opened the door for his mother and led her in, closing it behind her.

Kim stood in the middle of the room, which had nearly everything packed up in the large suitcases that sat on the bed. Kendall's eyes swept across the room in confusion at why everything was packed, and Kim could just see the anger boiling up inside him again. She had to stand her ground. She wouldn't let him walk out again. She wouldn't go through that again.

"Wh-why is everything packed, ma?" he asked confused, ending with a disbelieving chuckle, as if the fact that they were obviously leaving early was a joke. Kim took a deep sigh, as Kendall stripped of his jacket and threw it on the bed, it landing atop of a big, zipped up suitcase.

"We're leaving early, Kendall. We'll spend the night here, and then we'll be on the road first thing in the morning," Kim said solemnly.

Kendall's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. They couldn't be leaving tomorrow. He was supposed to spend the day with Stella tomorrow and they were supposed to figure out how to stay in contact tomorrow. They were supposed to finish where they had left off in the General Store tomorrow. No. This couldn't be happening.

"Why?" he blurted out angrily, his green eyes darkening. Kim stood up straight and swallowed hard.

"Because I said so. We have been enough trouble here already, and we should get back home and get everything back to normal, alright?" she spoke sternly, her feet firmly planted on the ground. Kendall breathed heavily and licked his lips, his eyebrows furrowing, his blood beginning to boil.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked seethingly, moving closer to where his mom stood. Kim looked at her son with matching, dark, blue eyes.

"It means that you have caused enough trouble between Bryan and his friends, and you have caused me enough stress on this vacation than I can deal with Kendall. We're going to go home, and everything is going to go back to the way it was," Kim said in her best voice possible. She knew she was hurting Kendall's feelings with each word she said, but she couldn't blame herself for reprimanding him anymore. It needed to be done. He needed some guidance.

"I've caused trouble? Seriously? Okay, so I got into a fight because some guy was talking about my girlfriend. I'm sorry, is that a crime now? To defend someone I really like?" he exclaimed angrily, his voice angry and booming. Kim swallowed hard and closed her eyes. She had to say it. She knew he wouldn't take it well, but she had to say it. She'd been thinking about it since Kendall had lashed out on her the second day they were here. It needed to be brought up, it was a final decision.

"When we get back home, I want you to see a therapist, baby," she muttered out, adding the affectionate name for her son at the end, hoping it would convey the concern she had for him. Kendall looked at his mom in awe. She was scared of him, it was obvious. You could see it in her eyes. His mother thought he was crazy.

"Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed angrily at his mother, his breathing picking up even more. His mom wanted him in therapy? Therapy is for crazy people.

"Kendall, this is not up for discussion," she would not let him yell at her, and she would definitely not let him put her through leaving again.

"I'm not going to therapy, alright? Therapy is for crazy people, and I'm not leaving early. I have plans with Kacey tomorrow, and-and I'm not letting you ruin them," he said nervously and menacingly. Kendall couldn't believe what came out of his own mouth sometimes. The way he disrespected his mother made him upset, especially when he knew just how much she had given up for them. Mrs. Knight had raised Kendall and Katie beautifully, staying home, going to every PTA meeting, and every school play, dance recital, hockey game. She had given up her life for her children. And Kendall knew it.

Kim was furious.

"I am your mother, Kendall. And if you continue to talk to me this way, and disrespect me, and scare your sister half to death, you're going to be in a lot of trouble," she yelled loudly.

"I know you are upset about your father, I know you were close to him, but you cannot act like this anymore!" she yelled at him, tears starting to fall out of her blue eyes.

"You are not the only one in this family who is dealing with loss, alright? Your father was my husband, and I-I loved him very much," Kim cried, her voice hitching and weak, her breaths heavy.

"I still do. And there is obviously something wrong if you still can't control your anger. All I want to do is help! Let me help you!" Kim cried out to him helplessly, her arms extending out towards her son. Kendall stood frozen as his mom's eyes leaked tears. Kim's voice was soft.

"Jesus Christ, Kendall. Let me help you," she whispered, moving closer to him.

Kendall was frozen. He had never seen his mom so torn with anger and sadness. It upset him greatly, and it made him realize just how bad things had gotten over this vacation, and since his father's death. He definitely did have some sort of anger problem, and just refused to believe it all these months. Sure, his anger after the accident could be explained, the whole two months following he was definitely a mental case. But it should've ceased by now. But it didn't, it had just gotten worse. He had to back down.

He looked at the broken, tired, stressed woman in front of him. While still beautiful, his mother had aged significantly the past few months, and he could only imagine the burden on her heart, as well as his. It scared him.

"Okay," he muttered out, defeated, as Kim looked at him sadly. Her chest rose and fall with exhaustion, tears leaking down his face. Kendall leaned to his mother, and kissed her cheek gently, squeezing her hand comfortingly.

"I'm going to go to Kacey's and say good-bye," he whispered in her ear, telling her, not asking as he turned on one foot out the door, and walked slowly down the hallway, Kim in the room, collapsing on the bed stoically in a fit of tears.

"You're leaving, tomorrow?"

Stella and Kendall sat on the floor of her room, touching hands gently as Kendall looked at her with soft, sad green eyes.

"Yeah. In the morning," he muttered out miserably, looking down at the floor, not being able to look his beautiful girlfriend in the face. All was silent between the two as Stella breathed heavily. Kendall looked up at her, and saw her face pained.

"So I guess, we have to figure out how we are going to stay in contact now," Stella breathed nervously, as Kendall nodded, running his free hand through his hair, his nervous tick.

Silence.

Stella swallowed hard. "I don't have a cell phone, or anything like that," she squeaked out. Kendall nodded and looked into her crystal blue eyes. How was something that had given him so much hope the past few days just going to be ripped out of his life for God knows how long? When was the next time he was going to be able to see Stella?

"I know. Is there any way I can send you letters?" Kendall asked with a small chuckle, laughing at the thought of actually writing a letter rather than sending an e-mail or text message. Stella shrugged.

"This house doesn't get mail. I mean—you could send letters to the General Store," she said with a small smile, the thought lighting up her own face. Kendall smiled at her and nodded, swallowing hard. While it wasn't the most practical and fastest solution, it was something. It was all they had.

"Okay. Then we can do that," Kendall said with a confident smile. Stella smiled back and moved closer to him, pecking his soft lips gently, squeezing his hand tightly. The two parted, leaning their foreheads against each other with a smile.

"So much for worrying about today," Kendall chuckled, joking about Stella's comment earlier in the General Store. Stella chuckled back and rolled her eyes playfully, her hands still encased in Kendall's. There was one question on her mind that had been burning since the second she had realized Kendall would truly be leaving.

"When is the next time I am going to be able to see you, Kendall Knight?" she said gently, looking down at their hands, and how absolutely delicious the warmth that radiated from his was. Kendall sighed and gave Stella small smile.

"I'll be up here again soon. I'll find a way. I promise you," he said sincerely, staring straight into her eyes. Stella nodded and stood straight up, taking Kendall with her, unexpectedly. The two lovers stood up, tight to one another as she Stella took him in her arms, and hugged his thin, slim body to her tightly, nuzzling her face in his warm, blue cardigan.

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right nowKendall couldn't stop himself from touching Stella. He had to. His hands gently drew down her sides where he rested his hands on her hips, pushing them up under her blue sweater to brush against her warm, silky skin, where he felt like he was in his own personal heaven. The connection between the two, while now physical, was still overpoweringly emotional, and it made Kendall feel willingly inferior, like some force constantly brought him to Stella. Kendall brought his lips to her ear, brushing soft blonde hair away and gently kissing it.

"I don't want to leave you," he whispered scared in her ear, his hands moving to the whispers of her waist, and holding on for dear life. Stella swallowed hard and leaned back into his chest, feeling safe and secure in his strong arms.

"I don't want you to leave me either," Stella said softly as she turned to him in his arms, his hands snaking even further up her back. The two lovers looked into each other's eyes, ignoring every single other unimportant thing around them. They knew this would be the last time for some time.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight

Stella and Kendall mutually leaned into one another, their lips touching softly, the taste of one another exploding in the others mouth. The kiss wasn't thirstful or animalistic as it had been the first time they had been together. It was the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. Kendall held onto Stella's lower back, pushing her into him, as his tongue softly danced with hers, not dominating like usual. The kiss was mutual, as the brisk scent of peppermint of Stella's lips, and the sweet tangy aroma of Kendall's merged to combine the most amazing taste either lover had ever encountered. Kendall's entire body radiated this amazing scent as Stella tried her absolute best to take all of it in, and store it in the part of her brain that would let her remember it forever. The way he tasted, the moistness of his lips, the way his tongue danced with hers. They parted softly with a smack, his hands running up and down her back.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Kendall whispered in her ear, his voice weak.

Kendall's hands held the blonde girl as tight to him as they possibly could, feeling the all too familiar heat from her body on his hands, and go straight to his heart. It nearly brought him to tears, his mind spinning at the real fact that he was going to have to leave Stella behind. And who knows what would come of her? Luckily, even with all the technological advances there were, snail mail could still be depended on. It had to be depended on. It was all they had.

Stella slowly took the initiative as she moved her hands to Kendall's blue cardigan, and slowly slipped her warm fingers under the collar, pushing it off his broad shoulders, where it fell down to the floor beneath him. She looked up at Kendall with sad eyes, as a silent understanding was made.

"You don't have to miss me right now," Stella spoke softly.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I amAs the two lovers resumed their kiss, Kendall gently took his hand and snaked it to her sweatpants, quickly undoing them, their lips still moving, tongues still dancing. Stella kissed Kendall with all the passion she had left in her body, her hands going to the nape of his neck, massaging it to his liking.

Kendall was the only person Stella felt truly comfortable with. She had trouble letting him in at first, and while still keeping her heart closed, her secrets hidden, she had opened up to him a bit more. She wanted him to know about her, she wanted to cry in his arms as she lived this runaway life. She wanted him to know her—but she couldn't bring herself to surrender to love all the way.

Not yet.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

Kendall quickly undid Stella's sweatpants, pushing them down to her ankles, as she moved her hands to his jeans, undoing them quickly. She pulled them down to his ankles, leaning in for another sweet kiss as he stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes as well. Both lovers stood in the center of Stella's room, hands lingering over each other's bodies.

Kendall quickly ran his hands under Stella's sweater, taking it off slowly, revealing her bare, braless chest. Kendall did all he could to fully trace Stella's beautiful form, from shoulders, to back side, breasts and hips with his fingers, hoping it would bring him some comfort when he left. Stella's hands rested on Kendall's broad shoulders as he gently leaned down a bit and hoisted her up, grabbing her bare thighs. Placing chaste kisses to her breast bone, he swiftly carried her to her makeshift bed and settled her down gently, resting on his forearms, just a bit raised above her.

Stella grabbed at his white t-shirt, pulling it up and over his broad frame, tossing it to the floor beside them, their eyes locked, breathing soft and slow. Kendall, clad in just boxers, slowly kissed Stella's lips rhythmically, his hand snaking up to her bare breast, kneading the soft, white skin gently enough to evoke a small, beautiful moan from Stella's lips. Stella's soft hands reached down to the waist line of his boxers, and swiftly tugged them down, Kendall kicking them the rest of the way as both lovers were totally exposed.

The two lovers looked into each other's eyes, staring into their souls. They knew it would be their last time.

Kendall was usually able to control himself a bit when with Stella, but now all hope was lost. It would be their last time together until, God knows how long. His lips immediately went to her pulse point, where he bit down hard with his teeth, nipping at the skin as Stella breathed heavily, sweet melodious moans eliciting from her throat. She moved her hand down to Kendall's lower back, pushing his now evident erection between her bare thighs, writhing her lower half furiously, much to his delight, as a soft groan came out of his mouth, causing vibrations throughout her entire body as she bucked her hips against his length.

Stella's breathing hitched as Kendall nuzzled his face into her neck, one hand melding his body into hers, the other moving through his now sweaty hair. Stella's legs went around his, as she grinded her warm, wet body into his, her hand moving from his lower back to between his shoulder blades, which moved slightly with the rhythmic nipping of his teeth. Kendall bit down hard on Stella's skin, losing all control, as she let out a long, pleasure filled sigh that was music to his ears. Kendall then pulled away from her, looking at the red abrasion he had made on her neck, and could see a small drop of blood, signaling where he had lost control. He took no hesitation in leaning down, and softly kissing the red, irritated, slightly bleeding flesh of Stella's neck, and placed soft kisses on it as her hands still traveled up and down his bare, lightly freckled back.

No words were spoken.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Stella pulled on his shaggy hair gently, massaging her soft fingers into his scalp as he licked, sucked, and nipped up her jaw line to where her lips were. Their lips connected gently, Kendall taking all the care and passion he had to run his tongue along every warm crevice and imperfection in Stella's mouth. She could feel how incredibly hard Kendall was, as she bent her leg up, brushing against his length, making him near fall out of his skin. She swallowed his moan naturally as her hand gently grazed his length, one long stroke from his base to his head making the boy growl huskily with pleasure in her ear, his breathing heavy. He leaned back down to her lips, kissing them gently, wrapping his fingers up in Stella's long blonde hair, holding it tightly like he never wanted to let go as Stella again laced her fingers through Kendall's own shaggy hair, holding tightly.

Stella stared into Kendall's anxious eyes. They both knew this would be the last time. They both knew that once they started making love, they wouldn't be able to stop. She knew Kendall would never take the initiative to start, even though he wanted to, fearing the end of their tryst. Once they started, the end would come inevitably come closer. But she couldn't be afraid, and neither could he. There was nothing to be afraid of with each other. They couldn't be afraid. Not of love.

Stella swallowed hard, her fingers tight in his shaggy blonde hair, as she brought his head down to her lips, kissing him, raising her slim body up to his. Kendall growled lowly, fighting temptation and couldn't resist the appeal of Stella's warm, wet body, which just seemed to call out for him. He couldn't be afraid right now. He kissed Stella's lips gently as he easily bucked his hips forward, and slid into her body, both of them sighing deeply at the immediate pleasure each other experienced, each of them not fully understanding that it only felt like this because they were with each other. Kendall kissed Stella's forehead gently, as she wrapped her arms around him, her legs already entwined tightly in his. Kendall didn't dare move, as the feeling of Stella's tight inner body closing in on him made his mind melt, and made reality go away. Her blunt nails traced the contours of his back as they just stared into each other's eyes, the feeling of him being inside her enough for both of that at the moment. They knew this would be the last time.

Kendall pushed back Stella's beautiful blonde locks and smiled at her gently. As he studied her face, he couldn't truly believe that he was leaving. While he knew Stella for barely a week, the emotional and physical attachment he felt towards her was one he had never experienced before, and he knew he wouldn't experience again.

Kendall was beginning to get a bit antsy as he lay inside of Stella, but he wouldn't move. Her eyes had captured him. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want this to be the last time. What if this was the last time ever? Kendall thought of how emotionally invested he was in Stella. She had truly changed his life this week. Thoughts clouded Kendall's mind as Stella raised her hips up slowly, impatient and scared, a sensory overload going through his body, as he let out a low growl, not being able to resist the warm, slick feeling she radiated. Kendall lowered his lips back to Stella's kissing her gently, as he slowly exited her body, before slowly sliding back in again, trying his best not to be rough with her. He didn't want this to come quickly.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

Kendall gently kissed her lips, as if it was almost painful for him. Their lips gently brushed against each other as Stella gasped and arched her back slowly off the bed as he entered her again. She let out a soft groan as Kendall pushed her leg up even more, his hand tight on the warm skin of her inner thigh, burying himself deeper into her. Stella laced her fingers in Kendall's hair tightly, taking in his entire length, as he looked deep into her eyes, his hips movingly slowly against hers.

Kendall leaned down to her lips, kissing them softly, his tongue gently and delicately surveying her mouth, getting every last taste of her he could. Stella gripped him closer to her body, and bit her bottom lip, tears starting to well up in her eyes as he moved in and out of her. She had made it so far without crying, just trying his best to enjoy the moment they were experiencing. How was this the last time she was ever going to be able to do this? Kendall Knight actually cared about her, loved her, and it was surreal.

Now she would go back to being broken, beyond her wildest dreams.

"Kendall," Stella whispered out heartbroken, her voice strained as he gently slid back inside of her, her body near trembling from the sensation. Her fingers touched his broad shoulders, her blunt nails scratching his back, his hands in her hair.

"Yeah, babe?" he asked softly, stopping his movements, his voice weak, the first words spoken since they had started. Stella needed to say this one thing. She was usually full of dialogue when they had sex, full of witty remarks and flirtatious suggestions. Not this time. She remained silent.

"I love you."

Kendall looked down at her glassy eyes, and his heart dropped down into the depths of his stomach. To see how much Stella cared like he had known from the start, the connection fully instated between them made him shiver a bit inside. And now, it was going to be tested. He leaned on his left forearm, his hand going to her face, touching it gently, his fingers running through her blonde hair.

"I love you too," he whispered smiling gently, which caused Stella's face to light up tenfold. Kendall caught her lips with his in a slow, rhythmic lip lock, casting them down to her neck where he planted soft, light, succulent kisses. Stella massaged the nape of his neck with her soft fingers as Kendall cupped her bare breast gently, his other hand moving down to her thigh, resuming sliding in and out of her, making sure to neglect no part of her body both letting out small, soft, tightlipped moans of absolute ecstasy.

The nape of Kendall's neck collected sweet sweat, between the humidity from Stella's body, and the warmness of the space heater just a few feet from them. Stella enjoyed touching the back of his damp hair, the way the sweat collected on his bruised cheekbones, and made his entire body glisten, his green eyes shine. His eyes went wide and fearful as he felt the oh so familiar feeling of release pent up in his lower stomach. This was it.

Stella's tight inner body clenched around his length more and more with each thrust, as he groped at her thighs, trying his hardest to prolong himself. He had to. This couldn't be over yet.

Stella arched her back off the mattress a bit more with a deep sigh, Kendall nervously thrusting into her, not wanting to deny her pleasure, but not knowing when it was all going to end. He thrust into her a bit rougher as Stella scratched his back gently, holding his body to hers as she let out a soft groan. She was getting close, and Kendall knew it as his heart beat faster against his chest.

She looked into Kendall's scared green eyes, and nodded helplessly, signaling him to continue, knowing he couldn't deny her anything. Kendall forcibly and slowly slid into her one last time, as Stella closed her wet eyes, her lower half receiving the most intense rush of pleasure she had ever felt in her life, her hips bucking up and rubbing against his as she came, her eyes welling up with tears that surely cascaded down her face, a strangled moan coming from her throat.

Kendall, with one final, ominous thrust, came forcefully, the intense pleasure sky rocketing up his spine, as tears came to his closed eyes, his breathing heavy, as he felt Stella calm down underneath him. He let out a silent moan, riding the rest of his orgasm out upsettingly, each stroke putting more and more weight on his heart. He then slowly collapsed on Stella's bare chest, her hands at his back, moving up to his neck. His chin lay just above her left breast, her chin leaning on his head, both breathing heavily, Stella crying silently. Silence.

"Kendall Knight, what am I going to do without you?" Stella spoke softly, her voice cracking with each word, as she broke down in sobs. Kendall didn't lift his head as she nuzzled into his damp hair, his own salty tears falling from his eyes. The love of his life was about to be ripped from him, and who knows what could happen to Stella. No one was there to protect her, or give her warm meals, or to call her out when she was being stubborn.

Their lives would return to normal.

Kendall breathed heavily, his face still cast down as Stella cried helplessly into his hair. He couldn't bring himself to look at her, it hurt too much. Kendall took a deep breath and swallowed hard as Stella kissed his blonde hair gently, her hands at his bruised cheeks. He couldn't bring himself to look at the hurt in her eyes, to know he had some doing in it. He never wanted to leave where he was right now, nestled into Stella's warm, humid, nude body, his own form rising and falling with each exhausted, pleasure filled breath she took. Kendall finally looked up into those blue-gray eyes, his heart dropping as he pulled himself up, his muscles wickedly fatigued as he hovered over Stella, leaning down to kiss the soft, warm salty tears on her face, his bangs matted to his sweaty forehead. His breathing was still irregular, as he swallowed hard, taking in the view of Stella beneath him.

"You're strong, Stella," he whispered out, his hand pushing her blonde hair from her freckly face. Kendall leaned down and kissed her pink lips gently, his face sagging at the corners.

"And we'll be together again before you know it."

Kendall, Katie and Kim stood bundled up in front of their mini-van, everything packed up, ready to take off back to Duluth, as Jenny, Dave, Bryan and Serena bid their goodbyes. Kim hugged Jenny tightly, thanking her for the warm and caring hospitality, as Serena and Katie made plans when to text on Katie's new cell phone. Dave rested his hand on his wife's shoulder with a wide smile, telling Kim anytime she wanted to come back, the whole family was welcome.

"We'll hang out again, dude. Tell your mom you wanna come up here and play hockey, even if it is just to get laid," Bryan said jokingly to Kendall, as Kendall chuckled a bit, trying to undermine him and Stella's relationship. Ah Bryan Tregger, you will never understand. Bryan hugged Kendall tightly and chuckled, patting his back as the two teens separated.

"Or just to kick the shit out of Alex again," Kendall chuckled with a smile. Bryan nodded with a smirk as the family said the rest of their good-byes to each of the Knight children, and they were ready to go.

"Ready?" Kim asked her children, as she went around to the other side of the car with Katie. Kim opened the door, as well as Katie, and both gently went into the car, as the towheaded Tregger's grouped together in a perfect family photo op. Kendall touched the handle of the mini-van and went to open it while freezing. He turned his head to be the big, art deco, house next to the Tregger's and tried his best to look through the large glass window. He squinted hard, and could barely see the outline of a beautiful, blonde, angel at the window, her hands palming the glass, wearing a blue cardigan that was much too big for her tiny frame.

Kendall smiled to himself, taking a long, deep breath and opened the door, getting into the car, and shutting it behind him, as the Knight's began their descent back home.