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Wagonny ~ Chapter 1

Thirteen year old Carlos Garcia HATED algebra with a passion. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t interesting, and he was pretty sure that he was NEVER going to use it once he grew up. Which is why he was now trapped in his room with one of his best friends trying to tutor him on the subject. Logan LOVED algebra and was trying to convince Carlos that it was one of the necessities of life. Of course in Logan’s case, it was. The genius teen was planning on going to medical school with aspirations of being one of the greatest neurologists of all time.

“Carlos, are you listening?” Logan asked for the third time.

Carlos rolled his eyes, “Maybe?”

“This test counts for three quarters of our final grade. Didn’t Mama G say if you don’t pass you’ll be spending ALL of summer break in summer school?”

“But Logie…it’s SO BORING!” Carlos whined.

“It’s not boring and if you pay attention you’ll do just fine,” Logan said. He hated how everyone assumed that Carlos was stupid just because he was a fun-loving daredevil. Carlos actually did very well with his studies… when he paid attention. The trick was to make it interesting, and while Logan could make the other subjects fun for his friend, he just couldn’t manage it with algebra. He decided to try negotiating as he looked over at Carlos, who was sitting there drawing little sad faces in all the ‘0’s.

“Tell you what, if you start concentrating and finish the next two pages with at least eighty percent right, we’ll take a break and go do something fun.”

“Like what?” Carlos asked suspiciously. Logan and Carlos didn’t always agree on what was fun. For instance, Logan thought school was fun and Carlos completely disagreed with that.

“Your choice,” Logan smiled.

Carlos thought for a moment, “Well…it’s been a long time since we took Wagonny out.”

Wagonny was the slatted red wagon that Logan had been given as a Christmas present when he was five. The boys use to pull it everywhere when they were little, and when they were older, they got a little more daring. They use to ride Wagonny down what is now known as Broken Arm Hill, so dubbed for obvious reasons. First Logan and then Carlos had taken a tumble when they failed to make the turn at the bottom of the hill and each sported a cast for six weeks. They’d been banned from riding down hills after the incident last year in which Carlos, Logan, Kendall, and James had all piled in and crashed into a tree. All four ended up at the ER with multiple cuts and contusions and James with a piece of wood through his calf. He’d been sitting on the bottom with his long legs stretched out the length of the wagon with his three shorter friends sitting on top of him, so they’d all fit in at once. He had to have surgery to remove the 2″x3″ of wood and their parents had banned them from riding in it together. Logan had to beg his mom not to throw Wagonny away by promising that they’d be more careful in the future.

“Do you not remember what happened last year?” Logan asked.

“It’s not like we’re all going to ride together, it’s just you and me,” Carlos said.

“I don’t know, I don’t want my mom to throw Wagonny in the dumpster,” Logan said.

“She won’t, we’re keeping our promise to not have all four of us ride at once.”

“That’s true,” Logan said, pondering Carlos’ request. While people always underestimated Carlos’ intelligence, they also underestimated Logan’s willingness to take risks. He was actually quite the daredevil, often having to be talked out of doing something potentially dangerous by Kendall, who was the most responsible of the four friends.

“Well?” Carlos asked.

“Alright, it’s a deal. But you have to get eighty out of a hundred right,” Logan said.

Carlos nodded and started working on the problems. Half an hour later he’d finished and was watching Logan anxiously as he graded his paper. Logan shook his head as he went through the problems, “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” Carlos asked.

“You got ninety-eight out of a hundred…WHY can’t you do that in school?”

‘There’s nothing fun in school, now come on!” Carlos grinned as he pulled Logan out of his room.

They walked to the next block over and went around to the back of Logan’s house to the little shed where they kept gardening tools and Logan’s outdoor toys. After a few minutes of rearranging things they pulled Wagonny out. Logan carefully pulled the tarp off, “Still in great shape!”

Carlos nodded in agreement as he grabbed a can of WD-40 and carefully sprayed the axle and wheels, taking care to wipe off the excess. “She’s ready!”

Logan grabbed his bike helmet and they made their way down the alley to the main street and then walked to the school, pulling Wagonny along with them. They walked past the school about six blocks and then up the dirt road of a fairly steep, curving hill. It was a popular sledding hill in winter as there was very little traffic on the rural road.

Logan strapped on his helmet and steadied Wagonny as Carlos got in. He carefully got in, sitting in front of Carlos and holding tightly to the handle.”Are we ready?” Logan asked.

“Yup!” Carlos yelled, pushing off with his right foot.

Both boys whooped and shrieked in delight as they flew down the hill. After they stopped they both jumped out. “Do you want to go again?” Logan asked.

“That’s something you never have to ask!” Carlos grinned as he started pulling Wagonny back up the hill.

Logan laughed and followed Carlos up the hill. They went down three more times, alternating who steered. Logan looked at his watch, ” We better get back, it’s nearly time for dinner.”

“Awww, one more time?” Carlos begged, pushing out his lower lip.

“Okay, but I steer this time,” Logan said.

“Deal!” Carlos smiled as he started pulling Wagonny up the hill again.

They got to the top and Logan climbed in front of Carlos, “Okay, push off!”

Carlos pushed off and they started off down the hill again, laughing and shouting. They were about halfway down when Logan veered a little too far off the road and the front left wheel caught on the grass. He quickly put his foot out to try and push out, but it was too late. Wagonny flipped, back over front, and both boys went tumbling down the road.


Haunting Memories (Chapter 3)

After the boys were finished with their meals they headed back home.

“So what are we going to do now? Ohhh how about we go to the pool?” Carlos suggested happily.

Logan and James glared at him while Kendall didn’t even paid attention and went straight for the big orange couch.

“Oh. Sorry.” Carlos whispered guilty when he noticed his mistake.

They went to Kendall and sat down beside him.

Logan on his right side, James on his left and Carlos sat in front of them on the floor.

“You still don’t want to talk?” James asked quietly and as careful as possible, knowing exactly how easy you could get Kendall to build walls around him and refuse to show his emotions.

“What is there to talk about?” Kendall asked looking at his feet.

“Kendall, since it happened you never wanted to talk to anyone about it. You know that it’s not good to keep too much inside. We just want you to be okay,…” Logan begun.

“I AM okay!” Kendall yelled, suddenly angry again.

His friends backed off, surprised by his sudden outburst.

Kendall noticed how his friend reacted and calmed himself.

“Sorry guys. I didn’t want to yell at you.” he said looking back at his feet again.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” Logan told him and patted his shoulder.

“Maybe you should have gone with your mom and Katie. It could have helped to distract you.” Carlos told him.

“But I don’t want to be distracted! That would mean I’m trying to forget about him and I won’t do that. Ever!” Kendall got louder again, feeling the tears starting to form and tried to fought the urge to let them fall.

That didn’t happen at his fathers funeral, not together with his mom and sister when they cried and never since then, so why should he cry now?!

“We didn’t mean it like that buddy. We just meant that it could have been good for you to make yourself forget about that day, not him…” Logan started, feeling uncomfortable.

The blond didn’t answer he still looked at his feed, trying desperately to keep the tears inside.

“Kendall. We just want to help… .” Carlos said, also feeling tears starting to form when he saw how much all of this hurt his youngest friend.

“I’m not the one who need help. My dad was the one who needed help but it came too late… .” Kendall said, voice cracking.

“You know, we don’t even know how it happened. We just know that it did happen…” James told him.

Now the blond looked up at them.

“Has nobody told you?” he asked them unbelieving.

They shook their heads.

“Everyone said if you want to tell us then it would be alright, but otherwise we shouldn’t ask or something like that…” Logan said.

“Oh.” Kendall replied.

Now he’s the one who feels bad. He knew that they all loved his dad too. They were all like a huge family.

When Kendall was in his room with them they never asked about the accident so the thought they just didn’t want to make him talk about it.

He didn’t knew that they had no clue how his dad died in the car crash.

Kendall thought for a moment while biting his nails until it hurts.

“Do you want to know what happened?” he asked quietly.

They all new that this was a big step for Kendall, now they have to be careful.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want us to know.” Logan said.

“It is your decision. We’re not pushing you to do something.” James continued.

Carlos just nodded, agreeing with his friends.

“It okay guys, I know that you loved him too. It’s not fair that you never got told something.”

Kendall thought back to what happened that day, a memory he usually refused to think about. He knew it would hurt to talk about it, but it would help him to do it. Also it would be only fair to tell the boys.

Kendall started explaining what really happened before his dad died:

Kendall’s Flashback (2):

Kendall groaned when he woke up, feeling something warm trickle down his leg and a horrible pain everywhere.

He could smell smoke and blood but urged himself to open his eyes.

He blinked several times before he was able to open them completely.

He looked around where he was but couldn’t make out something.

He started to feel panic raise in his chest and tried to calm himself, knowing it would make everything worse if he panicked.

‘What happened?’ he thought, still trying to make out where he was.

And the he noticed it.

He was in his dads car. But something was wrong.

It was flipped over and he laid across the roof in the inside. Obviously his seat belt has ripped cut and he landed here.

He made a move to sit up but a sudden pain in his leg stopped him dead in tracks.

“Ahh!’ he cried out, overwhelmed by this new pain.

He carefully looked down at himself, ignoring the strong and painful throbbing in his head and saw that his leg was not only broken, his flesh was torn and you could see the bone clearly even when it’s so dark.

His leg was twisted and laid uncomfortable.

There was so much blood. He had broken bones before, thanks to hockey, but it never hurt like that.

But still there was way too much blood to be alone from his leg.

He looked to his left, where was his dad? How was he?

He tried to see something through the dark but after a while he was sure his dad wasn’t in his seat anymore.

Kendall felt tears tickle the back of his eye and made little moves to get out of the car.

He needed to get to his father.

Not knowing in what condition his dad was made Kendall’ stomach queasy.

“Dad?” he rasped out. Shocked when he heard his own voice so hoarse and weak.

The blond cleared his throat and tried it again a little louder.


No answer.

Kendall crawled through his window, not caring if he could hurt himself even more because of the shattered glass.

He fell out of the window and hit the floor hard.

“AAHHHRG!” he screamed out. He was in an unbearable pain, but he ignored it.

He has to find his father.

“Where are you dad?” he sobbed quietly.

“Kenny?” he heard his dad’ voice and almost jumped from joy.

“Dad?!” he called back, trying to make out where he was.

“I’m hear..” he heard him again.

The little blond followed the sound of his voice until he was on the front side of the turned car.

What he saw there almost made him throw up.

There his dad lay. His flesh ripped open with blood running down and covering almost his whole body.

Ken’ face was covered in deep, painful looking cuts and was whiter that the snow.

But the worst part was the huge piece of metal which stung out of his stomach where he had his hands around it.

When the older man saw his little son crawl over the floor, hurt and bleeding it broke his heart which hurts worse than his body itself.

He fought himself to smile at Kendall.

That was it for Kendall, he turned his head to the side and threw up heavily.

The heaves hurt his body to no end, he felt his ribs crack more with every new heave.

“Kendall. Come here please.” his father called for him, wanting nothing more than comforting his little boy and because he couldn’t move he needed to call him.

The blond, panting heavily moved over the few meters to his dad.

When he arrived his body hurt even more, which he thought wasn’t even possible but was proved wrong.

Ken opened an arm as best as he could and Kendall crawled in it, burying his face in his side and started sobbing.

“No, c’mon big man. There is no need to cry. Everything will be fine.” he tried to calm the terrified boy even if he knew he was not telling the truth.

Kendall just started sobbing harder. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that what his father said were lies. But he wanted to believe it so badly.

“Shh. You’re okay. You’re okay.” he stroked Kendall’ sweet and blood covered hair.

Finally the young blond was able to stop sobbing but the tears continued running down his eyes constantly.

“Daddy…”he looked up at him, green eyes meeting green eyes.

It shattered Kens heart when he heard his son call him in such a frighten voice.

“I know buddy. Don’t worry okay?” he said, not sure how to response.

“How could I not worry dad. I-I want to help you.” he pleaded.

Kens eyes started watering.

He didn’t want to tell his 10-year-old son that there was nothing he could do to

stop what’s going to happen.

“Actually there is something important you can do for me.” he told him.

“Really?” Kendall asked, a little bit hope starting to grow.

“Yes. You can promise me something… .” he continued.

Kendall’ face fell again, tears getting bigger.

“Can you promise me something?” he asked when his son didn’t response.

The blond nodded slowly.

Ken looked him deep in the eyes and tighten his hold on Kendall which was still so weak.

“Kendall. I need you to take care of mommy and your little sister when… when I can’t do that anymore.” he started.

“But-but daddy, why won’t you be able to do that anymore?” Kendall asked unusual naïve.

“Oh Kenny, why are you making it so hard for me?” he asked sadly and quiet so Kendall couldn’t really hear.

“Sometimes” he started and took a deep breathe, noticing how hard it was to breath. “people have to leave, even if they don’t want to.” he sadly.

Kendall nodded. He knew what dead was, but he just thought only old and sick people would die. This was new for him.

“And I’m not sure if I can be here long enough to take care of your mom, you and your sister.” he said.

“I don’t understand this, where will you go when you won’t stay here?” he asked.

“I will go to a wonderful place where I’ll wait for you until you join me.” he smiled no longer able to hold back the tears when he saw Kendall’ face.

Kendall knew exactly what his dad was talking about but he didn’t want to believe it.

“I don’t want you to go dad! Please stay with me. Don’t leave me alone.” Kendall pleaded holding tight at his father.

“I’m so sorry, I can’t help it Kendall. I don’t want to leave either.” he said and laid his head on Kendall’, carefully so he won’t hurt his injured son.

“Kendall, we need to call help. Can you please take my phone out of my left pocket and call 911?” he asked him.

Kendall did as he was told and made a quick call but not without crying. He thought he has never cried this much and this long in his life.

They promised him help would come as soon as possible and they should hang on.

They hugged each other again, enjoying the warmth.

They cried together for about an hour or two, none of them saying anything.

Ken could feel that he got weaker by the second. He needed to stay awake, he doesn’t want to imagine what it would be like for Kendall if he died with him in his arms.

But he felt so tired, why wasn’t help already there?

Ken decided to do something. He won’t let it happen that he fade away while holding his son awake so he could see everything.

“Come on buddy. Maybe we should sleep a bit.” he said, trying to smile.

Kendall looked at him.

“You’ll be there when I wake up, right?” he asked quietly.

“I’ll always be with you Kendall. Even if you can’t see me I’ll never leave you, your mom or Katie. I love you.” he said.

Kendall started crying softly again.

That wasn’t the answer he wanted, but he knew that his dad couldn’t give him the answer he wants to hear.

“I love you too daddy.” he said and buried his face in his dad’s side again.

“Good night Kenny.”

“Sleep well dad.” he said.

With that they both fell asleep.

End of the flashback



… the boys in apartment 2J listened to every word the blond said. By now all of them were tearing up and tried not to let the tears fall.

“When I woke up there were paramedics around me. They asked me questions like ‘What’s your name?’, “Where does it hurt?’ and things like that.

I didn’t know what was happening. I just knew that everything hurts

I tried to crawl more into my father, getting away from too much attention but I noticed how cold and stiff he suddenly was…

I looked at him and- and saw that he was dead.” Kendall told them. He talked as if he was in trance. Totally lost in this horrible memory.

“I remember that I started screaming. Screaming at my dad to wake up, screaming at the paramedics to leave…I just…screamed.

They dragged me away from him and put his body in this huge corpse bag.

I wasn’t allowed to stay with him. Then all I remember is that I fell asleep in the ambulance and woke up in the hospital with all of you around me.” Kendall finished his story with a sign and returned to reality.

Logan, James and Carlos just sat there, not knowing what to say after they heard what their friend had to go through in such a young age.

Before any of them could say something the door to the apartment opened and Mrs. Knight and Katie entered.

“Hello boys, how ar- what happened?” she started but when she noticed the looks on each boys’ face got worried.

None of them answered.

“Boys? Oh god, what happened?” she asked dropping her stuff and got to the four teens.

Katie stayed uncomfortable in the doorway.

“Nothing happened mom. I just told them about dad.” Kendall said, not wanting his mother to worry without any reason.

“Oh.” she said and sat down beside her son when James went over and made space for her between them.

“How was your trip?” he asked, wanting to change the topic.

“It was…okay I guess.” she answered him honestly. She didn’t want to lie to her son, knowing he would notice.

Kendall nodded and looked to the floor.

The mood in the room was heavy.

“I told them about the accident.” he told his mother quietly.

Mrs. Knight looked from her son to James, to Logan, to Carlos and back to Kendall.

“Really?” she asked him a little surprised.

He nodded.

“I didn’t know that nobody ever told them how he died.” he told her.

“Because none really did Kendall. You refused to open up, that’s why we got you a therapist. He told us that if you feel ready to talk that you would and we shouldn’t make you.” she admitted.

“Oh.” was all he said.

Then he wrapped his arms around his mother and took in her familiar odour .

“Thank you for everything. I know that it was so hard for you. I love you

mom.” he whispered in her ear, not wanting anyone else to hear the words which only were supposed for his mother.

She smiled. “I love you too honey.”

“So, who is hungry?” she asked everyone with a smile.

Everyone’s mood was better and after a while they all sat together eating.

A few hours later:

Kendall was fast asleep in his bed when he heard a knock on the door and quiet footsteps enter the room.

He cracked his eyes open and sat up a little to see his sister with eyes full of tears standing beside his bed.

“Katie?” he asked worried.

“Uhm…would you-would you mind if I sleep here for the night?” she asked him quietly and ashamed.

He smiled at her, knowing how she felt and made space for her on the mattress.

The other boys were all snoring softly and didn’t even notice that Katie was there.

She crawled under the sheets and wrapped her arms around Kendall’ waist while burying her face in his chest and relaxed by the steady beat of his heart.

“Kendall?” she asked again.

“Hmm?” he responded while stroking her hair.

“Could you sing that song you used to sing when I was younger?” she asked him, feeling stupid for acting so young but needed it at the moment.

“Of course.” he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

With that he started singing Be Still by the Fray.

He sang this song to her when they were younger every time before she went to bed.

It was the song Ken used to sing to Kendall when he was younger.

Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know that I am here
Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still, be still, and know

When darkness comes upon you
And covers you with fear and shame

Be still and know that I’m with you
And I will say your name

If terror falls upon your bed
And sleep no longer comes
Remember all the words I said
Be still, be still, and know

And when you go through the valley
And the shadow comes down from the hill
If morning never comes to be
Be still, be still, be still

If you forget the way to go
And lose where you came from
If no one is standing beside you
Be still and know I am

Be still and know that I’m with you
Be still and know I am

When Kendall sang the last word he gave the now asleep Katie one last kiss on the forehead and closed his eyes, ready let sleep overtake him.

Maybe he couldn’t get his father back, not for his mother, not for himself, not for Katie.

But he could make sure his sister and mother wouldn’t feel alone. He’d be always there for them.

And his father would watch them and make sure they are all okay. Just like he promised.

Life goes on and so do they.

Haunting Memories (Chapter 1)

LA is beautiful, the sun is shining, the wind is not too strong, not too mild and everything seemed fine.

Everyone at the Palm Wood seemed in a good mood, even Bitters.

Except for four teenage boys.

Kendall and his three best friends, James, Carlos and Logan, which are a world-famous band called Big Time Rush or short BTR which live also in the Palm Woods overslept big time, because they forgot that Mrs. Knight and Katie were out-of-town for the day and couldn’t wake them up like they always did.

Katie and her mother decided to go to San Diego for the they so they could have a bit time for themselves and distract.

“GUYS! Has any of you seen my helmet?” Carlos, the ‘funny one’ and oldest of the group yelled, desperately trying to find his helmet which he always wears.

“No! Where have you seen it last?” Logan, the ‘smart one’ and second oldest of

BTR yelled back at him.

“Don’t you think if I’d know that I wouldn’t be searching for it right now?” The little Latino gave him a due look.

Logan just rolled his eyes and continued to hurry, getting ready so they won’t be any later.

“James! Are you STILL in the bathroom?!” Logan yelled for his friend.

“Perfection needs time!” James, the ‘pretty one’ and second youngest yelled back through the closed bathroom door.

“Whatever. Just hurry up! I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be yelled at anymore than necessary!” Logan told him.

“Hey Logan?” Carlos asked.

“Oh Carlos, for the last time: No, I don’t know where your helmet is! If you’d take more care of your things this wouldn’t have happened again!”

“That wasn’t what I meant.” he said.

Logan turned around, noticing something was different in his voice.

“Have you seen Kendall?” he asked worried.

“Not since we all woke up this morning and hurried to get ready and he stayed in bed. I hope for him that he isn’t in his bed anymore.” Logan said in a pretended dangerous voice.

Logan went to go to their shared room when Carlos stopped him.

“What?” Logan asked.

“You know what day it is, right?” Carlos asked him.

“Uhm, Friday, why does it matter?” he asked confused.

“No, I mean the date…you remember what happened a few years ago?” Carlos continued, hoping his younger friend would get what he was trying to say.

Logan thought for a moment and then it hit him. Hard.

“Oh god, I totally forgot!” He said, suddenly feeling very bad and guilty.

“But I guess he didn’t.” Carlos said sadly.

“But still, we have to go to the studio. I’ll go wake him up. Do you want to join me?” Logan asked.


The two friends made their way to their room to wake Kendall up. But when they entered they saw Kendall already showered, fully dressed and ready to leave sitting on the edge of his bed.

They stopped and stayed in the doorway to look at their youngest friend.

Kendall didn’t notice that Logan and Carlos had entered because he was too deep in his own thoughts.

He sat on his bed and looked at a picture he always has in his wallet.

A picture which reminds him on his best days and his worst day.

A picture he keeps with him everywhere he goes and made always sure it is still there.

“Hey man, you’re okay?” Carlos asked him quietly, bringing the blond back to reality.

“Oh, hey guys. I didn’t see you come in. Is everyone ready to leave?” he asked a little nervous, hating the fact that his best friends had caught him in such a weak and private moment.

“Almost, James is still in the bathroom, trying to look great.” Carlos said and rolled his eyes at the tallest of the band.

“Hey! What do you mean with TRY to look great?!” James barked when he entered their room too.

“I always look gr-” he begun but shut up when he saw whats going on in the room.

“Oh, is everything okay?” he asked, feeling bad he just cared for his look when his friends had much more important things going on and he didn’t knew.

“So, I guess we’re all ready to leave.” Kendall said and jumped off the bed, trying to get the attention off of him.

“Uh, yeah, but don’t you want to-” James tried to say but was cut of by Kendall.

“Come on guys. Do you want Gustavo to be even more angry at us than he already is?” Kendall tried his best to smile at them when he walked past his three best friends through the door.

“No. Let’s go.” Logan said, realising that it has no use to try to get Kendall to talk with them how he felt.





“Dogs!” Gustavo yelled in his normal loud voice.

“You’re late! Again!” He continued to scream at the four teenage boys which just entered his studio.

“Look Gustavo, today was pretty stressful and we’re sor-” James started before the big producer interrupted him rudely.

“Doesn’t matter! Now go, in the studio before we waste more time with talking.” Gustavo said.

The boys groaned and made their way to the studio.

One hour later:

“Okay, stop! STOP!” Gustavo yelled again and got hit in the arm from Kelly.

“What was that?!” he continued quieter.

“Uh…singing?” Carlos suggested.

“NO!” he yelled.

Kelly glared at him and he instantly calmed himself.

“THAT was not singing. You’re totally off-key. What is the problem?” he asked the band.

“Today is just not our day.” James told him.

Just now Gustavo noticed that it was always either James, Carlos or Logan which answered him.

His normally loudest dog, Kendall, who ALWAYS had to talk back was unusually quiet.

He changed a look with his young assistant which seems to notice that something was off about Kendall too.

She slightly shook her head and signalised him that he shouldn’t confront them and just let it by itself.

“Alright, how about you boys take a little break and eat and drink something and then we try it again.” he finally said.

“Thank you Gustavo” James said and they left the recording booth.

Kelly made sure they are out of sight before she turned to Gustavo.

“Do you have any clue what’s wrong?” she asked him a little worried.

“I don’t know. Maybe they really just have a bad day?” he suggested.

“Hmm” was all she replied, still thinking about what it could be which ….the leader of Big Time Rush.





“You okay dude?” Carlos asked his blond friend.

“Guys, for the last time. I’m fine.” Kendall said a little annoyed.

The whole day the boys are asking him how he feels, if he wanted to talk or if they could do anything for him and to be honest, Kendall was more that a little annoyed by now.

“When you say so. But you know you can always talk to us if you have the urge to, right?” Logan asked him.

Kendall just signed and looked at him. “Yes Logan, I know.” he said.

They sat on the white couch and ate and drunk while talking about random stuff until a few minutes later Kelly called them back in the studio.

After three more hours they were finally done and allowed to leave the studio.

“Okay, what are we doing today? If you’d ask me, I’d like to go eat something,

I’m hungry.” Carlos said in a good mood.

“Carlos, you’re ALWAYS hungry.” Logan said with a smirk.

“Hey, that’s not true!” the little Latino complained.

James just looked at him.

“Okay, I can eat often, but not always.” he admitted.

“Whatever.” James smiled.

“What are you in the mood for, Kendall?” Logan asked the youngest of the group.

“Hm?” Kendall looked up when he heard his name, not really paying attention to the conversation.

“What do you want to do?” Logan repeated himself.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m fine with what you guys wan to do.” He shrugged.

“Oh C’mon, buddy. You have to be in the mood for something…” Carlos said unbelieving.

“Guys, really I’m not really in the mood for anything. I just want to get over with this day.” he told them.

That quieted the other three.

Kendall, noticing he just ruined the good mood felt bad and decided to just act like he is having fun.

“Alright, let’s go eat something before Carlos fells over” he smiled.

“Yey! Where are we going?” Carlos asked excited.

“Hm, how about Pizza?” Logan asked.

“No, I’d prefer Burgers.” James said.

“Then let’s go to Lucy’s Diner. They have Pizza AND Burgers.” Kendall told them.

“Ok, then what are we waiting for? I’m hungry!” Carlos said and was already on his way.

“Yo, Carlos. Wait for us dude!” James yelled after him and the others started running after him laughing about their friend.

Haunting Memories (Chapter 2)

Kendall’s Flashback:

‘Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there with open arms and open eyes yeah. Whatever tomorrow brings I’ll be there, I’ll be there,…’

The air in the car was filled with the sound by Drive by Incubus which came from the radio and by the voices from 10-year-old Kendall and his father Ken which joined the song and almost yelled the lyrics.

They sat in the car for almost one hour and were now on their way home.

Ken invited his son to a game from their favorite Hockey team, the Minnesota Wilds.

When the young boy heard where they were going he was more than happy.

He loved it when it was just him and his dad.

Of course, he loves Katie and his Mom, but it is still different if it is just him and his dad.

His dad and Hockey is the best combination, so how could he not be happy.

“Haha, did you enjoy the day big man?” Ken asked between laughter.

“Yeah, the day was amazing, thanks dad.” he smiled.

They drove for another 15 minutes and talked about the game and random stuff when it started getting darker and on top of that it started snowing pretty much.

“How long will it take us until we’re home?” Kendall asked in a calm voice, knowing his dad had to concentrate.

“Don’t worry, no more than 20 minutes.” he answered him, never looking away from the road.

Kendall could clearly hear that his dad was nervous, even if he tried to hide it.

So the young boy decided to stay quiet and let his dad fully concentrate on driving.

They drove for a little bit more than 5 minutes when the car started sliding uncontrolled.

“Dad…” Kendall called out for him worried and no longer able to keep his voice calm.

“Everything is find, buddy. Just sit still.” he told him through clenched teeth.

Kendall watched his dad with concern as he tried to get the car under control.

Finally it seems as if he has the car under control again.

“Puh, pretty stressful, huh?” he smiled at Kendall.

Kendall just smiled back, happy nothing happened.

And that was when something happened.

Through the strong snowfall Ken couldn’t see where the car was.

Obviously while trying to get the control over the car back it slide on the other side of the street, where now a Truck was coming their way.

Before Ken could react and bring himself and his son in safety the Truck hit the drives side.

Kendall heard his dad scream full of pain and fear, a sound he knew he would never be able to forget.

Then the pain hit him and everything went black.






When Kendall heard his name called he snapped out of his thoughts.

“Huh?” he asked, not knowing which one of his friends called him.

“Dude, c’mon you should eat something. You haven’t even touched your burger yet.” James said in a worried voice which made Kendall angry again.

Why couldn’t they see that Kendall doesn’t want any pity and doesn’t want to worry his friends.

“I told you I’m not hungry!” he snapped back without meaning to.

All his friends jumped, surprised at Kendall sudden outburst.

“Uhm, if you say so.” James said quiet and highly uncomfortable.

“So you..don’t want to eat your Burger?” Carlos asked from the other side of the table with shining eyes, an empty plate and a with burger sauce messed up mouth.

“Go ahead.” Kendall said and pushed his Burger to Carlos, knowing exactly what he wants.

“Thanks man, you’re the best.” The Latino hurried to say before he shove the Burger in his moth and in his rush splashed sauce on Logan’ shirt.

“Hey! Carlos gross!” Logan shrieked.

“‘or-y.” Carlos apologized as good as possible with a full mouth.

Logan rolled his eyes and looked back at Kendall.




Logan’s flashback:

10-year-old Logan sat in his math lesson, enjoying it more than everybody his age.

He looked over to one of his best friends Carlos. The little boy was about to fall asleep, so Logan threw a scrunched paper at him and laughed at his expression when it hit his head.

Carlos did get it wrong. He thought Logan did it to tease him and threw it back at him.

The paper ball flew directly in Logan’ face and shut the boy who glared at Carlos.

James chuckled from his place, trying to be not too loud so they won’t get punished from the teacher.

‘James Diamond, Logan Mitchel and Carlos Garcia in the office please.’ came from the speaker.

The three friends changed a look, wondering which one of their pranks caused them trouble again.

The got up and went to the office.

“What do they possibly want from us?” Carlos asked confused.

“I don’t know. Probably we’ll get punished because of a prank they didn’t think was funny.” Logan answered back.

“Oh, that’s so not fair! When we prank someone we’re always four but Kendall is not here to get his punishment!” Carlos complained.

“Ohh, I swear if I’ll get punished I’ll punish him myself.” James muttered.

They knocked on the door and got called in.

“Uhm, hello? We got called here…” Logan said to the secretary, Ms. Steward.

“I know honey. Director Miller is already waiting for you three.” she said in a voice with an emotion Logan would describe as…pity?

“Oh, um, okay, thank you.” Logan said for all of them, confused by the pity in Ms. Stewards voice.

James knocked on Mr. Miller’s door.

“Yes?” it answered through the closed door.

The three entered the room.

“Oh, there you boys are. Would you please come and sit down.” He offered them chairs.

And again Logan could hear pity in the voice, by now he was more than a little worried.

“Thanks director Miller.” James thanked.

“So, can I ask you boys a question?” he asked and all of them could sense that he feels uncomfortable.

“Uh, sure, I guess.” Carlos said.

“When was the last time you’ve seen Kendall?” He asked them.

They were all a little unsure how to answer.

They didn’t expect a question like this.

“Oh, yesterday. We had hockey practise.” James answered.

“And after that? Did you know if he had to planed to go somewhere?” Mr. Miller continued to ask.

“Yeah, he and his dad went to a hockey game, why?” Carlos said.

Mr. Miller took a deep breath and by then all the boys were afraid what he was about to say.

“Guys, Kendall and his dad did go to the game, but when they were driving home, they got in an accident.” he told the boys.

The three pre-teens gasped.

“I’m so sorry boys, I know how close you all are. I can imag-” he begun but Carlos interrupted, suddenly able to talk again.

“Wait! Is he okay? Kendall isn’t hurt, is he? I mean I talked to him yesterday and no-” he said but Logan calmed him when he put his arm around his shoulder.

“Guys, Kendall is okay. He got a few cracked ribs, a broken leg some cuts over his face and torso and hit his head pretty strong and has a concussion, but he is okay.” he told them.

Logan felt that this wasn’t everything and then it hit him.

“You say Kendall is alright?” he asked with a shaky voice.

Mr. Miller nodded.

“And his dad?” he asked quietly.

Mr. Miller looked him directly in the eyes, shocked at the question and looked to the floor.

Logan felt tears running down his cheeks, because he just realised what had happened.

Kendall has lost his father.