Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad you all didn't come at me with pitchforks in retaliation to that cliff-hanger I left you with. n.n;; This is the last chapter and I hope the ending doesn't bother too many people. And to keep up with tradition, go read Titled Heart's stories. Enjoy! :3
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR, Bruno Mars, or the understanding as to why someone would buy Snookie's (from Jersey Shore) new book.
I stared at Curt wide eyed. Where would he even get a gun? As far as I knew his mother was 100% against it. She wouldn't even let us play shooting games on the xbox! My hands clung to Kendall's arm, so scared that Curt completely lost his mind from losing everything he had.
"Curt," James tried gently, trying to coax the boy to take his attention off me and Kendall.
"Shut the fuck up James," he growled, his eyes glued to me. "You know what I had to go through to get you here? Do you know all the shit I had to promise your parents I would do if they let you come to California with us? I wanted you here with me Logan! I fucking loved you!"
I shivered biting my tongue from arguing that he was just worked up in the moment and in the morning he'd remember he didn't mean that.
"Hey," Kendall tried softly. "It's alright I totally understand where you're coming from. I mean...if I was you I'd feel like the world is crashing down around me too."
Curt's eyes shifted slightly to look at Kendall. His eyes narrowed. "You're the one who caused all of this. If it wasn't for you Logan would still be wrapped around me and I'd still have my friends!"
Kendall got up, discreetly stepping in front of me to block me from Curt's view. I didn't want him to do this but I was so paralyzed with fear that I could do nothing to stop him.
"Right," Kendall began, holding his hands up to show he wasn't going to try anything. "I'm the one who stole them. I'm the one who ruined it for you. So take it out on me, not them."
Curt took a step closer, and James turned his body slightly, preparing to jump on him while Carlos did the same. "You're right," Curt whispered, a twisted smile coming to his lips. "This is your fault. If I can take you out of the picture then they'll be mine again. Everything will be as it was."
Kendall smiled and nodded, his back shivering slightly, the only sign he gave to show he was scared. My heart pounded in my ears as Curt raised his gun, aiming it at Kendall's chest. That's when James and Carlos sprung, and before I knew it, I was shoving Kendall out of the way just as the bullet tore through my chest.
The pain was intense. I had never felt anything like it before. It burned my skin and insides. I could even feel it bounce off of a rib and change trajectory. I could feel the blood leaving me as I heard screaming and yelling all around me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, it was better not to listen anyway. That's when green invaded my vision. Kendall was hovered over me; I didn't even know when I had fallen to the floor, screaming at me to answer him. It was weird how I could understand him and no one else. I looked past him, seeing James' face contorted into one of panic, fear and desperation all rolled into one. Carlos was stunned, his mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. Curt was watching me from the floor, being restrained by the two other boys, his face blank.
"Logan," Kendall screamed, his voice filled with terror. "Logan, come on! Talk to me!"
I smiled weakly and looked at him, "you're loud."
He stared at me before letting out a humorless chuckle. "Come back to me Logie," he whispered.
I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at him confused.
"You know I've been waiting on the other side," Kendall sang softly.
I furrowed my eyebrows and stared at him.
"And you, all you gotta do is cross the line. I could wait a whole lifetime, but you just gotta decide. You know I, I've been waiting on the other," he continued to sing.
I gasped and sat up as my alarm clock beeped next to my head. A shiver ran down me as I looked around. I was in my room. My eyes roamed over everything. There was a hockey stick in the corner and as my eyes roamed to the bathroom that had its door open, my heart stopped. Kendall was in a towel, brushing his hair and singing that damn song.
"We would live forever, who could ask for more. You could die if you wanted but baby what for," he sang, smiling gently.
It was a dream. My heart was still racing and my hand flew up to touch my chest, noting that I was shirtless. I quickly felt around my chest, looking at myself to make sure I wasn't suffering internal or external bleeding from a gunshot wound.
"Logie, you ok," Kendall asked, amused by my self-examination.
"I had this crazy dream," I whispered staring at him in awe.
His eyebrows furrowed as he sat on the bed with me, his hand coming up to cup around my cheek. "Tell me what happened?"
I nodded and leaned into his touch, kissing his hand before telling him my story. This was real. I was safe. Curt never existed, I was in LA with Kendall and I was born in Minnesota. I was studying to be a doctor and I still said I needed new friends, except maybe…I really didn't need new friends.