The Sound of Scissors & Sleep | Big Time Rush (One-Shot)

The Sound of Scissors & Sleep

Apart from being extremely skilled with a hockey stick and puck on the ice, and with talking slash troublemaking his way out of every situation (no matter how sticky, surprising, or plain silly), and even having the unique ability to make his bushy eyebrows dance around like a pair of excited caterpillars at his whim, Kendall Knight was also blessed with the gift of being able to fall asleep really easily, which was quite the handy power to get to wield.

But unfortunately for him, this very same power just had to come bonus-packaged with the curse of being an extremely light sleeper.

Although he knew he shouldn't really be surprised, it was still a bit mystifying to the teenager. Maybe when his mom was pregnant with him, she had slighted slash accidentally angered a Sandman-type of witch (Sandwoman?), and in turn, the wicked enchantress had cast an irreversible spell upon Mrs. Knight's firstborn and made her innocent son fall unlucky victim to such a miserable fate.

And then maybe soon after Kendall was born—and pestered his mom with enough sleepless nights filled with snotty crying and poopy diapers, she finally managed to find a way to make amends and appease that very same sleep witch...Sandwoman...evil magic lady...whatever. And the witch felt so impressed with Jennifer Knight's hard work that she decided to endow Kendall's younger sister with incredibly sharp wits as a means of reparation; so that the lastborn Knight could have some means of looking after her eternally-accursed brother and her once-hoodwinked mother (who should reeeeaaally not have been meddling with supernatural powered creatures nor the mystical unknown in the first place).

Or at least, that's what Kendall liked to believe. It was kind of mean-spirited and definitely way too dramatic, but it certainly made for a more riveting tale than the actual boring explanation of a nonchalant shrug alongside life's ever-persisting mantra of 'things just happen sometimes.'

But whether the Knight siblings were cautionary fairy tales straight from the Brothers Grimm's magical anthologies, or just regular human beings who happened to catch a bit of a bad break like everyone else, Kendall was still thankful that he wasn't double-cursed with chronic insomnia like his unfortunate roommate.

He had often woken up to Logan awake and alert as an over-caffeinated owl, the boy genius spending one too many evenings hunched over his glaring computer screen as he tried to bide the witching hours by filling up his already-huge noggin with all sorts of wacky brain-busting information (and sometimes adorable animal vlogs). Sometimes Kendall reckoned that's why Logan couldn't get any sleep—he had so much crazy stuff cluttering his head and it was covering up whatever parts of his system that was telling him to shut down and get some rest for once.

Heaven knows Kendall himself had also spent some crawling stretches of nights chewing his nails to the bone and festering in putrid anxiety, drenched in sweat and overthinking about everything and nothing, until the darkness got too dark and he got entirely swallowed up by all of his pervasive worries, whether rational or stupid. Especially now more than ever, with this whole 'living in LA with my family and being the leader of a super famous boy band with my three best friends' status quo.

His reality chased him all the way to ends of his nightmares. He didn't have any cool action hero imaginary sequences, or 'secret agent with Beatles songs for soundtracks' fantasies, or even high-octane alien invasion dreams to tell over breakfast, like Carlos always did.

Kendall actually found himself quite jealous of the Latino, who, apart from enjoying the most colourful and imaginative dreams, also conked right out without fail as soon as his helmeted head hit (yes, hit, although 'forcibly slammed into' would also be a much more accurate description) the pillow. It usually took at least fifteen alarm clocks, a whole bucket of ice-cold water, and Kelly's airhorns strapped closely onto each eardrum—and even Katie's infamous painful ear pinches, in the most desperate of cases—just to wake him back up. For as boundless the amount of wound-up energy the small boy had in him when he was awake, he was the complete opposite when he was in slumber.