Chapter 2

"Kendall! Get up! We have to go in thirty minutes!" Kendall groaned and mumbled something, slipping back into the world of dreams and sleep. He was jerked out of that world when someone shook him awake harshly.

"Ugh, go away!" Kendall moaned, hitting the person with a pillow. The person kept on shaking him. Finally, Kendall gave up and opened his eyes.

For a few moments, everything was a blur to him. He couldn't even tell who was shaking him with his eyes open. He couldn't even see his own hands.

Kendall was about to scream, but then his vision went back to normal. Kendall was completely puzzled. Out of them all, Kendall's vision was probably the best. Logan read too many books, Carlos watched too much TV, and James… James already had glasses. But Kendall had almost perfect vision, and he didn't understand why everything had been blurry to him a few seconds ago.

"Dude, what's wrong? You look like you just saw a giraffe with wings." James chuckled. Kendall just hit him with the pillow, ignoring the question completely.

"Why'd you have to shake me? I would've gotten up myself." Kendall grumbled, getting out of bed and heading into the bathroom. James grinned.

"Why would I just wait for you to get up when I could just wake you up myself?" Kendall rolled his eyes, slamming the bathroom door in James's smirking face.

When Kendall finished taking his shower and eating breakfast, he followed his friends down the elevator and into the limo waiting outside for them. He didn't know why, but there seemed to be a ringing noise in his ears. He ignored it. He was probably still half asleep or something.

Gustavo greeted the four boys with a "YOU'RE FOUR MINUTES LATE!" speech, and then the guys got to work. Dancing, harmonies, dancing, singing, running, even more dancing… It was a normal day.

Except the fact that Kendall fell as he was doing a simple spin for one of their songs. He didn't know what had happened; one second he was perfectly fine, and the next his vision was blurred, and a pounding headache hit him. But the headache disappeared when he fell to the ground, and his vision returned to normal, too.

His friends rushed over to him like they had when he'd fallen during that hockey game. "Kendall, are you okay?" Logan asked frantically.

Kendall stood up. "Guys, I'm fine. I just fell. It's no big deal."

Logan raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, but Kendall Knight doesn't fall. Even I don't fall that easily." He said. Kendall sighed. It was true that Kendall rarely made any mistakes, and when he did, they weren't stupid ones like falling from a spin.

"I've never seen you fall before." Carlos added. Kendall didn't bother pointing out that he'd fallen lots of times before.

"I'm… I'm fine. I just tripped over my shoelaces. Forgot to tie 'em, ya know?" He was relieved to see that his shoes were indeed untied, making his lie more believable. The guys shrugged it off and they resumed rehearsal.

As time went on, Kendall felt the headache come back. But it was just a regular, good old headache, right? He got them all the time, from Carlos talking too much or reading books or listening to James worry about his hair... it was just a regular little headache. Everyone got them.

Satisfied with his thoughts, Kendall completely ignored the headache and kept on dancing and singing. When rehearsal ended, he felt as great as someone could feel after a Gustavo Rocque rehearsal.

When the boys got home, Kendall suggested they play football. The guys agreed, and Kendall had completely forgotten about his weird headaches and blurred vision. The park was pretty much empty, so the boys found a huge space to play catch.

Kendall watched his friends throw around the football. James always threw too hard, so Logan and Carlos could rarely catch it. Kendall tried to throw it lightly when he threw to Logan or Carlos, but sometimes he couldn't control it. Logan was horrible at catching, and Carlos was horrible at throwing, so usually, James and Kendall ended up throwing it at each other for long periods of time.

"Kendall! I'm gonna pass to you!" Carlos called out. Kendall nodded for him to throw it. It was always funny watching Carlos try to throw it farther than 25 yards. He'd throw it so hard sometimes that he'd hurt his arm in the process.

Carlos threw it and it flew towards Kendall. Kendall reached out to catch it, but he missed. It whammed right into his face and Kendall felt something trickle down his face. But the only thing he was worried about was that he missed. Kendall never missed a catch, especially if Carlos was throwing it. He didn't know what had happened. He had his hands right in front of that ball… yet he had missed.

Kendall winced as he reached up to touch his nose. It felt like it had been cracked, and blood was pouring out of it. His friends ran over to him, shocked that Kendall had missed such an easy catch. Logan pulled tissues out of his pocket, and Kendall pressed them to his nose gingerly.

"Dude, how'd ya miss that? That was, like, the easiest catch ever!" James pointed out, worry and confusion etched on his face. Kendall didn't answer. He didn't know how to answer.

"You're nose isn't broken, but it'll take a few days for it to stop hurting." Logan reported after checking Kendall's nose.

"I'm so sorry, Kendall! D-does it hurt?" Carlos asked meekly. Kendall reached over and put his hand on Carlos's arm.

"It's alright, buddy. It's my fault I missed the ball. And don't worry; I've gotten worse than this." Kendall told him. Carlos picked up the football and held it to his chest.

"Maybe we should head on home, guys. Kendall needs medicine for his nose." Logan told them firmly. The four started home, all confused at how horribly Kendall missed that catch. But Kendall was the most confused.

He was good at football; he caught almost every single catch. He… he didn't know what to think. He'd fallen during dance rehearsal, and missed a football catch. Those were just things that… usually would never happen. Kendall was confused.

Was there something wrong with him? Kendall didn't feel sick, but his headache had come back. But no way was he telling anyone about all that weird stuff. Logan would make him sit in bed all day even though he wasn't sick. The genius was already worried out of his mind after Kendall had hit his nose.

Logan watched Kendall intently. James and Carlos may not have thought much of Kendall's missed catch, but he could tell something was off. No way would Kendall fall during rehearsal and miss a football catch both in one day if everything was fine.

Kendall wasn't telling him something. But Logan didn't want to push it, in fear that it would prevent Kendall from spilling even more.

But there had to be something bothering the blonde boy. Was he sick? Was someone hurting him in some way? Did he know something the rest of them didn't? But those possibilities, except the first one, seemed unlikely. No one dared messed with Kendall, and Kendall didn't keep important secrets from them.

Unless he was sick.

Logan shook his head. Maybe Kendall was just having an off day. Logan had them all the time back in Minnesota, and even sometimes in L.A. He'd snap at people and trip over nothing and slip on the ice during hockey. Maybe Kendall was just having that kind of day. He'd probably be fine tomorrow.

Logan told himself not to worry. Kendall was 17, almost 18, and he could take care of himself fine. Kendall would tell Logan if there was something seriously wrong.

Logan would've stopped worrying if it weren't for the fact that he didn't even believe his own thoughts.

A/N- So, next chapter is up quick! I got so many awesome reviews for the first chapter! You guys are AWESOME! I love you all! I would love y'all even more if you reviewed this chapter, too! How'd ya think of it? Good? Bad? Horrible?

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