Hey guys! I'm stuck in my room right now because I have the chicken pox which really sucks but having nothing to do, I typed a new chapter for this story of mine.
I typed this on my laptop which isn't really what I'm used to so forgive me for more typos than usual.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN BTR.
"Oh god no!" Jo screamed at her boyfriend, waving her hands in emphasis. Kendall looked at her with a confgused face, "What?"
"Your outfit," she pointed out, "I think its nice enough," he shrugged. It was nothing special because he was wearing a Woodside sweatshirt and jeans topped of with his favorite pair of vans.
Jo was dressed in an opposite manner thought. She was wearing a red tights dress that hugged her curves and went down to her thighs, she wore a generous amount of makeup and her hair was straightened with a flat iron. She had a pair of peep toe black heels on her feet and a silver pair of earing dangling from her earlobes.
"Kendall, my parents won't think that way," she told him, "They're very strict and we only have," she paused for a moment to glance at her wrist watch, "Twenty minutes to get you fixed."
Today was the Family day for Woodside Academy and families of the students were freely walking around the campus. Jo's parents were still there and the blonde only had to twenty minutes until 2 o'clock and she was freaking out that her boyfriend dressed so casually.
She grabbed Kendall's hand and dragged him back to his dorm. Logan was already out of their dorm and was most likely being introduced to Camille's parents. The brunette had no problem about worrying if her parents would approve of him or not considering he was a shoe-in for valedictorian.
Jo yanked open what she assumed was Kendall's closet and took out a dress shirt and pants, "Wear these," she ordered, throwing the articles of clothing to him. He caught them with ease and moved to the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out and blew out a stary piece of hair that fell on his eyes, "We have to do something about that mop of hair," Jo said but she looked down at his shoes.
"No," Kendall said, knowing what his girlfriend was thinking, "Vans and only vans," he chuckled and she frowned but nodded nonetheless.
She took out a comb and found some wax laying around the room, "Sit," she told him, patting his bed. He obediently did so, "What are your parents like?" he suddenly asked as Jo started to slick back his hair, "Strict."
"You already told me that," he said to her. She sighed as she finished up her work on her boyfriend's hair then sat down beside him, "If they don't like you then we might never see each other again," she said with a solemn tone and her expression softening, confusing Kendall even more.
He reached and took her hand in his, "I won't let that happen," he reassured her, placing a soft kiss on her forhead. Jo smiled before standing up, "Let's go."
Kendall followed her like a lost puppy. They reached the Art's Building with a few minutes to spare, "Look Kendall, I'm sorry if they're a little harsh but that's just the way they are," she informed him, "Please do this," she reached up and cupped his face, "For me… for us."
Kendall placed his hand on top of hers and nodded, leaning in to her touch, "I love you," he whispered and she smiled in return, "I love you too."
"There's my lovely daughter," a voice boomed and the couple quickly seperated, placing a safe distance in between them. The beautiful woman known as Jo's mother was running up to them and her heels didn't even cause her a slight wobble. Her husband was behind her trail, still wearing the same nonchalant expression.
"Mother," she said, plastering a smile on her face. The woman quickly engulfed the younger version of herself into a hug. Kendall almost gaped at Mrs. Taylor's likeness in appearance to her daughter. It was like they were twins and the only way you differentiate one from the other was the fact that the latter looked a lot younger.
When he looked at his girlfriend's father though, he internally gulped. He could sense the aura of authority from him and he simply allowed his energetic and talkative wife do everything.
"Father," Jo acknowledged when her moter finally pulled back and Mr. Taylore only nodded in response to her greeting. He ran his eyes through the Kendall's appearance and stopped when he spotted his red vans.
Jo sent a silent prayer that those shoes wouldn't affect her parent's judgement over her boyfriend. She knew the consequences if they didn't approve – they were going to force her into an arranged marriage.
"Is this your boyfriend, Josephine?" Mrs. Taylor asked when her eyes landed on Kendall. Jo nodded and the adult walked closer to him and he swallowed a lump that formed in his throat.
"Good Afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor," he said nervously and in a heartbeat, the face of Jo's mother was so close to his that he could see the fine details of her wrinkles.
She gave him a once over before retreating her face, making Kendal release his breath that he didn't know he was holding, "Well at least he had good eyes. Green would be a lovely trait for us," she chirped, "How about we talk about this over coffee?" she suggested, looking to Kendall.
Beads of sweat traveled down his forehead and looked at Jo for help, 'That would be lovely," his girlfriend mouthed and he repeated her exact words. Mrs. Taylor nodded in apporvaly before looping her arm into her husband's, "Let's go then," she said as she and Mr. Taylor walked ahead.
"Remember to talk formally to my mother," she whispered so her parents wouldn't hear, "What about your dad?" he asked when they started to walked behind the adult couple, "He doesn't talk much unless it's really necessary," she shrugged.
They reached a small café that was located inside the school that run by the headmaster's wife. Students come there all the time and is used to pack but since it was Family Day, there only a few people inside. The group of four found a table and ordered four cups of coffee, "I would also like a slice of chocolate cake," Kendall said to the waitress and Mrs. Taylor made a face of disgust, "I hate chocolate."
Jo started to massage her temples when Kendall muttered an apology to her mother. Mrs. Taylor leaned into the table to speak to Kendall, "What's yout name, my boy?" she asked and his voice got stuck in his throat, "K-Kendall Knight," he stuttered and Mrs. Taylor lifted her brow.
When their coffee arrived, Kendall prevented himself from getting his cup, seeing that his hands were trembling and there was a possibility he might spill his coffee when he lifted his cup. He did take a big bite out of his chocolate cake, the sweet taste made him relax more.
"What are your plans for college, Kendall?" Mrs. Taylor asked, sipping her coffee after mixing some cream and sugar into it.
Kendall stopped in the midst of chewing. He just received a hockey scholarship to the University of Minnesota – the school he always dreamed of. The frightening question was if Jo's parents approved of a hockey head.
"I've received a scholarship for a university I like," he told them but leaving the part that it was about hockey. Mrs. Taylor looked impress for a minute, "What university?" she asked next, "University of Minnesota," he responded with ease. It wasn't a poor university so it was a safe answer.
"Why do you like that school? Why not Harvard or Stanford or even Yale?" she fired back and Kendall knew that the interrogation would start some time soon, "It's my father's hometown and that's where he used to study."
"Speaking of your father, where is he and your family?" he asked and that's when Kendall's expression turned grim, "They're not here?"
"Why not?" she asked and Jo wanted her to stop then and there, he knew little about Kendall's family but she knew it wasn't good, "We're not exactly in the best terms," he replied, "Meaning?" Mrs. Taylor inquiured.
This was getting more difficult for Kendall. He talked very little about his family andf everytime he did, it always made him depress. Yesterday, his father called in and told him that he couldn't make it there because he was worked up in a murder case. His mother told him long ago that she couldn't be there and he didn't exactly placed any hope in his sister.
"Could I be excuse for a moment?" he asked and Mrs. Taylor smirked, knowing that she found a weak spot, "Why, you haven't even touched your coffee yet," she told him but he already to stood up, "Excuse me," he told them before dropping his napkin on the table that he sued to wipe his mouth and headed out of the café.
"Was that really necessary?" Jo gaped at her parents after her boyfriend left and she was ready to run after him, "Josephine, you deserve better."
The said girl looked at them in disbelief, "Mother, I like him very much," she told them but her mother just shook her head, "I'm sure my friend's son would love to have you as his fiance," she informed her before she and her husband stood up, "We're doing this for your own good, Josephine."
"Kendall, I feel horrible looking at you right now," Logan muttered as he watched his best friend lay down in his bed, his face buried in his pillow, "Her parents hate me."
"Hate is such a strong word," Logan coughed but sighed when Kendall didn't made a move to lift his face up.
The raven haired boy returned half an hour ago and he surely didn't expect his blonde friend to be moping around and when he started talk to him, he laid face down on his bed, refusing to face him. He did mutliple attempts to cheer him up and he always reply with the same statement, 'her parents hate me.'
"Look buddy, you need to cheer up. Graduation is within a week and soon enough, you'll forget about Jo," Logan said but it only made Kendall sadder, "I don't want to forget about her," he cried and Logan flinched to hear so much gried in his best friend's voice.
At least it's no longer 'her parents hate me," he thought.
Kendall rose from his laying position and looked at the raven haired boy, "If Camille ever leaves you, will you be able to forget her?" he asked and his best friend automatically shook his head, "See?"
Once his point was taken, he lay back down on his bed but this time, he was staring at the white ceiling. A few boxes were already laying around the room, full of the boys' belongings. It was a week before graduation and the seniors just finished with their finals, the school made sure of it before Family Day happens to reduce the stress of their students.
Graduates also started to clear their dorms and the dorm that the two best friends shared was already half empty, save for some clothing and a few furniture along with some food.
"What am I going to do?" Kendall groaned, burrying his face in his hands.
"Win her," Logan replied simply, "That's the only thing you've been doing since the first day of classes."
We have two chapters to go plus an epilogue!