AN: Sorry that this chapter wasn't updated any sooner. I've had tons of other projects that I'm working on, but I will try to get Bucket List updated as soon as I possibly can. Also, I know that some people are very annoyed when people write Kendall being called Kenny in fan fiction, well I don't understand why. But in this chapter Elektra calls him Kenny mostly in a condescending manner since that's how that particular personality of Alana's is. I also wanted Kendall to have a crush on Alana because I can. Anyway, enjoy the chapter updates to come soon!

Alana winced at the bright lights in the hall as she stepped out of her room, feeling very much like a young owl seeing sunlight for the very first time. Putting her hands over her eyes she took a few deep breaths till the throbbing behind her eyes eased before shutting the door to her room and continue her journey down the hall.

"Where should I go?" she whispered into the silence around her as she walked aimlessly along the corridor.

'You could always try to escape, I could help you get out,' Elektra offered poking her in the shoulder with a smirk on her face. 'But I bet you couldn't leave little Carlos, now could you?'

"Shut up!" she hissed feeling her head begin to ache again.

Her hands clutched her head as the pounding in her head continued mercilessly; the pain nearly bringing her to her knees. A soft whine escaped her lips as she gripped her head tighter, her green eyes squeezing shut as they were about to bleed into blue.

'You need to leave.'

'She can't leave him.'

'There's no place to go.'

'Just slip out in the night, I'll show you.'

'And then what, she'll be lost till they find her.'

Black. White. Black. White.

The dark green carpet was rough under her fingers as the clobbering in her head finally subsided, it was moments like this that she wished that there weren't so many things rampaging inside her head. Slowly she moved herself up from the floor back onto her feet and to her surprise, her legs weren't shaking the way the usually did.

"Just need to move Aly, you just need to move," she swallowed leaning heavily against the wall before taking a careful step forward.

Seeing that she was safe, physically and mentally Alana walked further down the hall turning around corners still unsure of where she was going. She just kept walking not wanting to have another episode of whatever that was, happen in her head again. A heavy sigh left her lips as she reached the end of the hall she was walking and before she could push the door that was begging her to open it, a soft hiss caught her attention.

Turning away from the door, she saw a supply closet with the door that was open just slightly. Stepping closer, she heard a clinking sound and lips smacking together, furrowing her brow she leaned forward and saw Kendall lapping at the bleeding skin of his left arm. In his other hand looked to her like a broken piece of a knife.

'Help him,' Elektra ordered shoving her shoulder making the girl jerk forward and smack her hand against the door.

"Who's there?" the blond hissed, his green eyes darkening while his grip tightened on the metal in his hand.

"It's me… Aly," she gulped, opening the door more, she stepped into the closet and quickly shut it behind her not exactly wanting the either of them to get caught together. Especially not with Kendall bleeding all over himself.

'Wouldn't want Carlos to think you were cheating, now would you?' Elektra commented with a smirk as the panicky girl leaned against the door of the surprisingly large closet.

"Oh… hi Aly, please don't tell. Please," he pleaded standing up with the blade digging into his palm.

"Just… put that down," she mumbled, her eyes fixed on the sharp object. She sighed in relief when he set it on a near by shelf and covered the exposed wounds on his bleeding arm. "You really shouldn't hurt yourself Kendall."

"I-I know, but I like it," he toed the floor of the small room, his eyes looking to the floor before he looked into her eyes feeling a small sense of shame washing over him.

"But why? Pain, doesn't feel good," she whispered and took hold of his hand that was now stained with his blood. "I have full experience with that."

"Well, I think it feels good," he licks his lips and swallows, watching her expression switch into a more fierce one.

He gasped when her green eyes shifted into an icy blue and a tiny wave of fear washed over him at the sight.

"Aly?" he started to move his hand away from her, uncertain of what the girl might do, but when he did she simply grabbed the injured arm sharply which made him hiss loudly in pain.

"Quiet, Kenny," she ordered, her voice quiet and commanding making his entire body flush with heat. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear us, now do you?"

The blond shook his head no in response, a blush dusting his cheeks as he stared into the now cold eyes of the short girl. He felt entirely exposed and uncertain as her fingers, somehow feeling different trailed along the still bleeding cuts.

"Aly and I know a lot about pain Kenny," Elektra started eyes fixated by the crimson ink coming out of his arm. "But she's right; it doesn't feel good… unless you're the one giving it to someone else."

"Oh, but… I-I… um you're not Aly?" he flushed his free arm grabbing at his pants, while his eyes went to his scuffed vans.

"No, I'm Elektra," she smirked while he blushed more as she let his arm go. "And you need to clean that before it gets infected."

He nodded dumbly as she found a few medical supplies in the closet and made quick work of cleaning his hands and the cuts he inflicted upon himself.

"You're really nice," he blurted and bit his lip after she finished wrapping the gauze tape onto his arm and pulled down the sleeve of his shirt for him.

"It's only because you're blond," Elektra replied with another smirk before giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And Aly's your friend, right Kenny?"

"Right… friends," he mumbled secretly hating the fact that Alana (and Elektra too) had no interest in him.

"Don't be sad Kenny, you're the second boy Aly, isn't scared of," she tapped the tip of his nose causing him to smile despite himself. "You're so cute."

"Thanks," he gushed and watched as her eyes went back to that familiar emerald green and she winced, leaning into him just a tad.

"What? Why are you saying thank you?" she looked at him confused and slipped her hand away from his, a frown drew itself to his face.

"Because, you fixed my arm," he bit his lip pulling up the sleeve on his shirt to show his now bandaged arm.

"Oh… well you're welcome, and you shouldn't hurt yourself," her eyes were uncertain as she gently pulled down the sleeve covering up the gauze on his arm. "No matter how good, you think it makes you feel."

"Okay… I'll try, thanks Aly," he smiled softly making her smile as he pulled her into a surprising gentle hug.

"It's okay, and um… I think we should get out of this closet," she mumbled feeling a little flustered from Kendall's bold display of affection.

He nodded in agreement as she turned around and quietly opened the door then signaled to him that the hall was still quiet and empty. Slipping out of the tiny room, the two teens exited out the door that led them outside into the Palm Woods Grounds.

"I didn't know this was here," the flaxen haired boy breathed as he looked at the green garden they were now standing in.

"Carlos said it's always been here," Alana, replied simply and started walking into the lush garden. "We walked through it together a couple of times."

"Oh."

The slender boy felt a flush of envy rush into his stomach at the mention of the pyromaniac; he knew that he shouldn't be jealous. But he couldn't exactly stop the ugly emotion from bubbling at the pit of his gut. Yet, before he could say anything, a faint smell of smoke and ash filled their noses.

"Do you smell that?" Alana stopped suddenly and looked up above the tall bushes to see a faint line of smoke traveling upward. "Carlos…"

'He probably managed to burn something…he's going to burn himself,' Elektra hissed pushing Alana roughly. 'Go find him, now!'

She rushed forward through the small maze, Kendall with out question following her as they got closer to the smell of something being burned. And just as the timid girl suspected, Carlos was standing in front of a fire burning brightly in one of the green metal trash cans that he obviously had moved to where he was standing. For a moment they watched him, his eyes normally full of childish happiness, were wide with lust and desire.

His hands twisting together as if he could hardly contain himself.

It was a strange sight for either of the pair, since Carlos looked normal compared to the both of them and the rest of the patients in the building not to far from where they were standing.

No doubt, some of the staff could be lurking the grounds to make sure that none of them would escape, or like Carlos set anything ablaze.

"Carlos, what are you doing?" Alana started gently immediately getting his attention.

His expression changed into one full of shock and shame as he rambled and quickly as he could covered up the fire with top of the trash can.

"I was… I was," his face flushed with embarrassment as his friends looked at him critically. "You can't tell anyone."

"You've done this before, haven't you Carlos?" Kendall asked as the shorter boy fidgeted uncomfortably in front of them.

"Well… I-I… I just…" he stumbled over his words as Alana moved closer to him and took the lighter from his hands easily and lifted his chin to make him look her in the eye. "I wanted to see you, Aly."

"You're seeing me now," she tilted her head to the side, not entirely understanding what he meant.

'He thinks you're fire… that you are the human personification of his obsession,' Jasmine whispered and squeezed onto Alana's upper arm.

"No… I, it's different…" Carlos muttered squeezing onto her hand that was now holding his stolen lighter.

"We'll talk about this later, first we have to get rid of this," she firmly said as she moved herself from the normally energetic boy's grasp while Jasmine's words still rung loudly in her ears.

"But-

"Carlos, you could get caught… remember the last time you managed to burn something," Kendall interjected keeping his distance from the two, his green eyes looking blankly at the Latino.

Sighing heavily, the shorter male relinquished the lighter, allowing Alana to disappear into the green labyrinth and then appearing a few seconds later. She paused before reaching the two boys and winced noticeably, her eyes flickering from gold, blue and then back to green.

"Are you okay Aly?" both boys asked at the same time, their voices laced heavily with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled through the pounding headache that suddenly came back. "Besides, we've got to go back inside. It's almost time for group."

The boys nodded, their expressions becoming grim as the petite girl led them back through the garden. And just as her hand touched the knob, she turned to them with a serious look on her face.

"Whatever happened today… didn't happen. Okay?" she bit her lip as they nodded fully understanding the implication of the statement. "Good, now let's go to group."

'Keeping even more secrets, I'm so proud of you Aly,' Elektra whispered as the door shut behind Kendall who was the last to walk through the door.

'Shut up!' Alana hissed mentally to the blue eyed entity, subconsciously glaring at the open space next to her.

"Aly, what are you looking at?" Carlos asked as his hand slipped into hers easily, averting her attention back to him.

"Nothing… it's nothing Carlos," she smiled stepping closer to him as the three of them walked down the corridors that lead back to the main hall.

"Are you sure?" he squeezed her hand tightly, his chocolate brown eyes looking at her worriedly. She noted that his hands felt a bit rougher than before, she had a feeling that maybe he'd burned himself before she and Kendall had seen him.

"Positive," she nodded and gave him a soft kiss on his jaw that made him gasp in surprise, his body flushing with heat. "Your hand is burnt."

"Only a little," he blushed embarrassed, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck.

The two of them were entirely unaware of the now brooding blond shooting daggers into Carlos' back. He didn't say a word as they got consumed with each other, the raven haired boy's hand slipped from his girlfriend's to around her waist, pulling her even closer into his side.

Shaking his head Kendall mentally berated himself for being jealous of the pyro who was finally getting a girl to show him attention, and with out the fear of being burned alive by him.

'Poor Sandy,' he thought remembering the girl who viciously yelled at Carlos for calling her by her sister's name.

The boy somehow managed to burn half her face and then happily told her that now he wouldn't get her name wrong anymore. Of course Carlos got put into isolation for a month immediately after the incident, but Sandy well obviously she was never the same after that, and every girl in the institution would avoid him simply on principle.

But now, here was Alana smiling and giggling with him as if the two of them weren't in a nut house. Kendall couldn't understand her (nor their relationship) at all, but that's what he liked about her. Even if he couldn't have her, and as the three of them filed into the room, taking their usual seats; the broody boy wished that green eyed broken girl was holding his hand and smiling at him instead.

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