Ruining the Family Name

So That's What You Think of Me

Kendall's P.O.V
Weeks have passed and Kylie and I have been a little bit more close than average sisters I guess you could say. Within those weeks, I started noticing how she became a little bit distant from me. She started talking to Cara, or, my ex.

I'm not mad about her doing this, it just makes no sense to me why she is acting like she barely knows me. I know it might be a little weird for two sisters to be doing such things, but I can't help it. I love her. I find it adorable how she giggles at anything, how she furrows her eyebrows when she's confused, how she blushes if I compliment her. I find everything about her adorable.

Will I ever admit my feelings for her? No, probably not. It also doesn't help when she's shy and quiet around me. To say the least, I miss the outgoing, talkative Kylie that I know. She isn't afraid to bring her inner self in front of Cara, but with me she's different. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get a little bit jealous, but why should I be jealous? She isn't mine and probably will never be mine.

I tried getting her attention, I tried too much for this girl. Once she noted how I tried being friendly with her, she then avoided me. Literally. She would go to her room and lock the door and wouldn't come out for hours. I remember when my heart used to beat at a fast pace when I saw her, now I feel like someone took a fucking sledgehammer and started breaking my heart. Breaking it down to nothing.

The sad thing, is that I have no idea what I did. I try asking, but it never ends well. She always says that I didn't do anything. I find that hard to believe when she is avoiding me because I'm just me. The rest of the family finally took the time to realize that I wasn't alright. I was glad that they actually showed some sympathy for me, but I wanted nothing to do with them once the questions started to flow in.

Like for God's sake, just fucking tell me it's going to be okay! Even though I know it's never going to be okay again. I just want Kylie back. That's all I ever wanted in these past weeks. It's hard to tell, but I hope my little Ky is happy in her own little world. Being the rare Kylie I see.

"We're going to go get dinner tonight, wear something casual, but classy!" I hear my mother yell, from her office. I didn't exactly know who all is going to be at the dinner, but just to please my mother I wore something to her standards.

*At dinner*

"Now isn't this just a nice little dinner." Turns out, the whole clan joined, even Cara. That didn't surprise me, considering everyone treated like she was part of the family, hell, even I treat her like a sister.

"Kendall, are you okay? You've barely touched your food." Why does every mother always ask that damn question when one of their children, or child doesn't eat their food?

"I'm fine." I didn't even look at her when I answered. I apparently wasn't very convincing either.

"You are a horrible lier. You can tell us if anything is bothering you, you know that right?" I nodded, not wanting the attention on me.

"I would tell you, but you wouldn't understand." I muttered, positive nobody heard me.

That was until I looked up from my plate and locked eyes with the girl that I spilled my thoughts about earlier.

"I heard that," she whispered, just so I could hear. The brown eyes beauty still communicates with me, what is this?!

"I'm glad to hear your voice." I say, whilst leaning back in my chair, my eyes not leaving hers. The last thing I want is to look another direction and lose our little conversation we are currently having.

"I'm guessing you miss me?" She smiled. I couldn't help but reciprocate her actions.
"You have no idea." I giggled.

Kylie crossed her arms against her chest, smiling and that's when I felt my head begin to itch, knowing that someone is staring at me. I looked to my left, which I didn't want to do, but saw Scott staring at me. I felt uncomfortable by his gaze. Kylie noticed and reached for my hand underneath the table. I immediately looked away from Scott and steered my eyes towards the only girl that I want to have my eyes on.

"Thank you." I said, still being quiet. This is what I missed. I loved the tingly feeling that I got when Kylie touched me. It set a fire in me, and there's no way in hell I'm letting it be put out.

"Guys, I think it's time to leave." My father stood up and stretched. I don't want to leave yet though, I finally got somewhere with Ky and now once we go home she'll probably ignore me.

"Fucking great.." I mumbled. I heard laughter that I knew belonged to Ky.
"What's so funny?" I smiled.
"You should be more quiet when talking to yourself, babe." Babe? B-babe? Omg.

I drove my own car to this damn place, obviously wanting to not talk to anyone. Except Kylie. Or Cara. I sat up from my chair, heading towards the exit, until a pair of masculine hands grabbed my wrist. I knew exactly who these hands belonged to. I turned around and saw a smirking Scott Disick.

"What do you want?" I ask, not even feeling sorry for the anger in my voice.
"I want to talk to you, mind if I ride with you home?" I thought about it, before pulling my hand away from his grasp.
"How about no. Besides, you should go talk to Kourtney, I heard she doesn't feel the same about you as she used to." I watched his eyes widen at my comment. He then walked off, but he just had to look at my body with a look any lesbian would dread.

I hated talking to Scott when he's like this. He only does this weird shit when he's drunk, meaning he's drunk. Kylie is the only one who notices when he gets intoxicated and talks to me like he's ready to bang me or something like that. I'm not talking about just today either, he's done it a couple times and each time I get more freaked out.

"Are you alright? I swear I'm getting sick of Disick the more I see him." Kylie said, walking over to me.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'm just worried one of these days he's going to try something and I won't be strong enough to defend myself." I made myself shudder at the thought of that.
"Oh, I'll be there before any of that shit happens. Trust me, his ass will be grass in 20 seconds once I get my hands on him." I laughed out loud, managing to disturb others eating.

She grabbed my hand and lead my through the door. I'm guessing she was leading us to my car, considering she didn't bring hers. Once we got outside she didn't release her hand from mine, making me smile a little.

"Hey Kendall," she started.
"Yeah?" I asked, a little bit of nervousness tinted in my voice.
"Can you carry me on your shoulders?" I thought I was mistaking Kylie for a little child for second, but I still obliged.
"Better?" I ask, walking slowly to my car.
"Much." She simply said, making that familiar pounding in my chest come back that I haven't felt in forever.

*Back at the Jenner's*

Kylie and I seemed to be the only ones in this crazy household. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but instead, Kylie smashed her lips against mine. I picked her up and started heading for my bedroom, knowing Kylie might shut me out after tonight, but I didn't care. We both want this anyways.

Author's Note:
OH THE FEELS! The Kenlie feels. That's the ship name of these two and you can't stop me from thinking otherwise. I love you all! Bye Xx
Also, I've been reading a lot of camren lately and OMG. I ship it so hardcore.