sorry this is so late tonight... i had religion and a butt ton of math homework that had to get done... hope you guys like it!

After you say that, he just looks at you and smiles. You blush a little, and look down. The raven on his hoodie catches your eye.

"what was Wichita like?" you ask, pointing at your stomach.

"its really nice.. But its nothing like L.A. I like being able to be at the beach a lot, so cali is a lot better for that." he answers, smiling. "I still love to visit, but I think my home is California now, and I wouldn't have it any other way." he's still standing in front of you, holding the chains of the swings, so you have to look up at him. Not that you don't always have to… youre super short compared to him!

"ive never been to California… ive been to Wichita though. My aunt lives there, and I went for my cousin's wedding like, 3 years ago. It was a lot of fun… but I hated the drive… 14 hours with Macy and my mom and dad? There and then back? Yeah, that's enough family time for me…" you reply.

He laughs. "Macy seems cool… and ive never met your parents, so I have no opinion about them. But im sure theyre nice people!"

"its obvious you havent spent much time with Macy… shes such a little copy cat! Everything I do, she does too. 'it's the highest form of flattery!' my ass. I mean, sure its cool she likes what I do, but im so sick of her always doing the same thing! Ugh!" you say. You push him away from the swing so that you can stand up. You get up, and walk to the slide you had pointed out when you first got to the park. Suddenly, you laugh. "This seemed so much bigger when I came here with Jess… but that was a good 7 years ago.." you giggle.

"well, im sure that you were pretty small then if youre bigger now.. Youre still tiny!" he says as he walks up next to you.

"oh shut up! Im just not a giant!" you laugh, and push him. "I actually don't mind being small and quiet… it makes it easier to stay out of the spot light."

"that's right… you don't like being the center of attention, do you?" he asks, putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards the little stream that runs by the park. You walk next to him, and when you get to the stream, pick up a rock and throw it in. It lands with a little splash.

"not really… I hate feeling like everyone is watching me… what if I screw up and make a fool of myself? Then everyone will laugh at me, making people watch me even more… so really, attention is just a vicious cycle that's out to get me."

"it seems like you have that explanation all figured out.." Kendall reaches down and grabs a stone, rolling it between his fingers before tossing it into the stream. "has it ever happened? The vicious cycle I mean. have you ever been caught in it?"

You frown a little, thinking of the last time it happened. "I was in like, 8th grade… I was doing a part in the play, and It was the big performance. I was walking across the stage, and Natalie tripped me. I fell flat on my face in front of everyone. No one believed me that Natalie tripped me, so I just looked like a klutz. And everyone laughed for a while, I got mad. She called me out after that, saying I was blaming her because im pathetic… then she brought up the fact that id never kissed anyone. Some one finally stood up for me at that point, saying that at least I wasn't a slut who kissed every guy I saw… but ever since then, ive been afraid of being the center of attention…"

"oh boy… sorry I brought it up…" he says, looking guilty. "you could've just said you didn't want to talk about it… I feel bad now.."

"its not your fault… I just don't understand how you can get up there and sing in front of all those girls. I'd panic…"

"I guess I just grew up performing… my brothers were always making me sing and I guess it just stuck… I love it."

"your lucky… I love to sing… and it would be so awesome to go up in front of crowds.. Hearing them sing my songs.. But I don't think I'll ever have the guts to get up in front of people…"

"well lets hear this voice of yours." he says suddenly, smiling at you.

"are you kidding me? No! you already heard me sing! At the meet and greet?" you exclaim.

He just grins. "nope. Lets hear it again! I want to hear that pretty voice of yours!"

"only if you sing with me!"

"hm… deal." he says, smiling. "what song should we sing?"

"do you know it will rain by bruno mars?" you ask.

"yep." he says, and he starts to sing. "if you ever leave me, baby, leave some morphine at my door."

You join in, "cuz it would take a whole lot of medication, to realize what we used to have, we don't, have it anymore!" you sing. You cant help but to smile. "is that enough singing for you?"

"NO! keep singing!" he laughs.

"theres no religion that could save me, no matter how long my knees are on the floor." you both sing. You get through the first chorus before you stop singing.

"aww, come on. that's all I get?" he asks.

"hey, be happy you got that" you laugh. The sun is starting to go down, and the wind is getting stronger. "I think I need to get home… its starting to get dark, I have homework, and I feel terrible making you stay out here in the cold because I have your hoodie." you say, starting to pull off his hoodie. He stops you by grabbing your wrists.

"keep it for now. We just have to walk to the car, and im not that cold. And youre right… lets get going." he replies, and releases one of your wrists, and moving his other hand to your hand. You walk back to his car, your hands swinging between the two of you.