I still don't own BTR

"Hey, there you guys are! We thought you two got lost… or got it on…" James joked. "OW! What the hell Ez!"

"Play nice."

"You sound like my mom." The tall brunet glared at her.

"Good."

"Bitch…" SLAP. "OW!"

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

"Sometimes I really hate you."

"No, you love me, you know you do." James opened his mouth to say something else when Carlos spoke up.

"Kendall, are you gonna come to Logan's after the game tomorrow? Cause that would totally be awesome! We can watch movies and play videogames… Oh and eat corn dogs! And-"

"Calm down Carlos, Kendall will have to ask his parents."

"Ok, Mama Mitchell." The hyper Latino seemed crestfallen.

"'m not sure my dad would let me…"

"Mom, maybe you could do something… convince his dad to let him come over… you know lay on your charm…"

"We'll see sweetheart. Now, come on, pile in, you all have homework to do."

They all climbed into Mrs. Mitchell's station wagon, after many protests from James and Carlos about their homework and how it was too hard.

"Thank you for the ride, Mrs. Mitchell."

"Oh, it was no problem honey; I'm used to carting these four around."She smiled indicating the other teens in the car. "And I assume Logan told you to call if you need anything, and you're more than welcome to come by the house anytime."

"I… Thank you." And he truly was thankful.

"You're welcome dear."

"Bye Kendall!"

"See ya dude!"

"Yeah man, see you later!"

"Bye Kendall. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, guys."

Kendall walked up to the door of his house, his heart lighter than it had ever been.

For the first time in years, he felt loved.