Big Time Hangout

Part 8

We were climbing out of the car and Katie was already headed with Carlos so I would be going with Kendall. I have never seen him like that. I don't even know what to think about that. Is he jealous or just being protective?' I wondered to myself.

Once inside his room Kendall turned to me, "I'm sorry."

I laughed, "Well I kind of expected that out of them."

He looked at me and hugged me, "No I'm sorry that I snapped like that in front of you."

I pulled away from him, "Why are you sorry?"

He looked into my eyes and didn't say anything. He turned away from me and started packing his suitcase.

I walked over to him, "Kendall answer me."

He turned back to me and was almost angry when he said, "Because I never should have done that. It just bothers me to see someone giving you a hard time and just like with your dad I lost it." and he went back to packing.

I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, "You sure seem to lose your temper a lot." I said.

He didn't say anything but went back to his packing.

I stomped my foot and almost screamed when I said, "Kendall Francis Schmidt you turn around here and talk to me this instant!" He snapped around looking at me, "Well I guess I know how to get your attention now." I laughed.

He didn't show any emotion other than shock, "The tantrum wasn't what got my attention. It was the fact that you knew my full name." He said.

I laughed again, "Well don't all your fans know your full name?"

He grinned, "Yes most all of them do but you're not a fan...Or are you?"

I hit him playfully in the arm, "Don't flatter yourself." and hesitated before I said, "So do you always lose your temper like that?"

He looked at the floor for a second and then went back to packing.

I walked over and sat inside his suitcase where he couldn't pack anymore, "Kendall you're not answering the question."

He just stood there staring at me, "I don't want to." and he went to the other side of the room.

I walked over to him and got in his face, "You told me I could tell you anything. Why is it you can't tell me this? The confiding in someone works both ways you know."

He got a disgusted look on his face, "I don't lose my temper. I'm an easy-going, fun-loving guy." and he walked back to the suitcase.

I walked back over and took the suitcase tossing it to the floor, "STOP walking away from me. What are you not telling me?"

He sat down on the bed looking at the floor, "I can't tell you. I'm done remember. If I tell you then you might think..."

I put my hand under his chin lifting his eyes to meet mine, "I can never think bad about you now tell me what it is." I pleaded.

He hesitated before finally telling me, "It seems like the only time I lose my temper is when it involves you." and he looked back at the floor.

I got off the bed and squatted between his legs so I could see his eyes, "Kendall that doesn't mean you're in love with me and want to marry me and have babies with me." I smiled at him, "It just means that you care about me, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

He smiled at me slightly, "But the stuff I said to your dad..."

I stopped him, "Its forgotten. Stop stressing so much. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself as far as all of you are concerned."