Scripted | Nick Jonas x Kendall Jenner

E i g h t e e n

Listening to RED Taylor's Version and her The Vault songs are so SO nostalgic. Oh my god, I've never used that word before...

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Walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans
 I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
 Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself,
Hey isn't this easy

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

Kendall Jenner's mind

(9:24 AM Monday)

     I couldn't help but think about Nick when he just walked out. Of course, I knew what he meant; but what was his problem? Of course; he acts like everything is so different between us— he acts as if he hates me— as if I was like some sort of... poison to him.

     Of course, I don't care; but then I'm supposed to. It's why I mattered right now— my modeling career was going downhill if I didn't use Nick's publicity. Tonight, my modeling career's gonna skyrocket.

      I fixed myself up one last time before knocking on Stefan's door. 

     The door opened up, but it was exactly who I was expecting.

     Damon clicked his tongue but brightened up when he saw me. "Oh, it's you! Kendall, was it?"

     I nodded, smiling brightly. "It's good to see you again, Damon. Is Stefan, uh, home?"

     Damon glanced behind his shoulder, before leaning into me, "Yeah, just hang on a sec. Come in, I'll fetch him." He pressed his lips into a smile and I stepped into the house. Damon led me to the living room and I gladly looked around again, seeing that everything seemed in place.

     I cleared my throat, clearing taking Damon's attention as his eyebrows furrowed, looking at me. "Is something wrong—? You need some water—?"

     I shook my head, "Oh, no there's no need, I was just a little—"

     "Kendall?"

     I whirled around to find Stefan in just his trousers. I tried to not stare at the hard, defined, chiseled abs that chilled my spine— I wanted to touch them, but glanced up at his face again. He was looking at me and Damon, who was smiling mischievously. 

     I forced out a smile, glancing at his abs again, "Hi— I came by to, y'know—"

     "Yeah, we'll be out of here in a minute," Stefan said, giving Damon a long look. Damon rolled his eyes, shrugging as he left the kitchen, making me curious about what was going on between them. I didn't want to force Stefan into anything if he wasn't feeling good.

     Stefan grabbed a shirt, before turning to me, "I'm really sorry— I didn't think you'd be early—"