Big Time Rush Book Of One-Shots

The Power Of Music

I remember the day that I left Kansas. Kendall and I were only 13 years old, and now we're 21. Whoa. 8 years have passed, and I'm just now returning. I remember the day I left like the back of my hand:

Kendall held me close, with my hand in his, almost crushing it. "Don't forget about me," he pleaded.

I smiled with my pearly whites. "Of course not." And then there was nothing else to say. The summer heat was beating down on us, and the moving truck was slowly approaching. We were running out of time.

"Before you leave... I have something for you." He pulls out a silver necklace from his pocket. Before I take it, I playfully mess up his dirty blond hair.

"What's this?" I ask, holding the silver S in my hand.

"For you. You know, so you'd always remember me." He assures me.

The moment we've been dreading is here. We both sigh at the same time, and I catch his eye. I tuck one strand of bleach blond hair out of my face, and look into his eyes.

Just before I know it, he has his lips pressed onto mine, and I am pressing mine back. He pulls away with a smack. "I-I don't know what to say-" I manage to get out.

"Do you remember the song that was playing at the school dance? The one where we met?" He says, causing me to remember the night perfectly.

"Yes," I answer. It was a beautiful song. "When I look at you, I see forgiveness... When I look at you, I see the truth...."

"You love me for who I am," he sings. "Like the starts hold the moon."

"Right there where they belong. And, I know I'm not alone."

"Yeah when my, world is falling apart, and there's no, light to breath up the dark,"

"That's when I, I, when I look at you-"

"Skylar," my mother yells from the house. "Time to leave, honey."

I snap my head back to him. "Don't think," he tells me, "just say-"

"SKYLAR! IT'S TIME TO LEAVE." My father calls from the truck.

I ignore my parents, and turn back to Kendall for the last time. I engulf him in one last kiss. But my older sister- Megan- pulls me away before I could give him an answer.

"Yes," I shout to him, as I am being pulled away. "Yes."

* * *

But forget that day. I am standing right outside Kendall's door, in California. I don't have the slightest sliver of hope that he'd remember me, that day, that kiss, or that song. I suck in some air, and hold my head high.

I wait until I hear sneakers tapping lightly on tile floors. "Kendall?" I say under my breath.

Kendall opens the door, "Hi who is-"

When he sees me, his mouth hangs open.

"Surprise." I say.

"Why'd you decide to visit?" He asks. We sit on the side of his backyard pool, our feet in the water.

"I wanted to see you as quick as I could. As fast as I could. You know I was too young to leave on my own." I say, "But now, I'm 21. Legal. I can get my own place-"

"Where were you when I needed you?"

"What?"

"I needed you. You promised you'd keep in touch. You never did."

"You know the time difference in Australia, Kendall!"

"I know." He says, kicking his feet in the water. "I've just really missed you, okay?"

I lean I'm close to him, attempting to kiss him. "No," he says, "not now." He gets up, and shakes his head. "Not ever."

"What?" I ask.

"You can't just come back into my life after all those years, expecting to be the same person you were to me. Listen, I remember that kiss. I remember the love I had for you- even though it was a secret. But that was years ago. I'm different." She sighs. "I just- can't."

"Kendall, what are you saying?" I ask him, grabbing his shoulder.

He turns back around to look me in the eyes. "Whatever old spark we had can't be connected." He gets up. "I think we should be just friends... For now. I think you should leave."

"But, Kendall,"

"No! I need to think." He storms away into his house, quietly closing his door. I let myself out, and drive to the closest hotel.

That night I call my parents to tell them that I'm doing all right. Then, I drag myself into my bed, and drift off into a restless sleep.

* * *

In the morning, I pick up the phone and dial Logan's number. Did I mention that Logan went to the same boarding school that Kendall and I went to?

"Hello? Skylar?" I can tell that he is surprised. I sigh into the phone.

"Hi Logan. How's Kendall?"

"Yesterday he seemed kinda down. Why? Are you coming to America?"

"Well I'm already here, and-"

"We should meet, dude!"

"Wait I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I visited Kendall yesterday."

"...Oh."

"He is pretty pissed that I haven't contacted him for all those years- but I have a reason, right? I was in Australia."

"True, but you made a promise to him. Do you know how long he cried about you?"

"How long...?"

"It started that day, and it never stopped, Skylar."

"...I gotta go."

And with that, I click my cell phone off, and grab my car keys. And my guitar.

I'm going back to Kendall's house, I can make this right!

* * *

He must still be sleeping, but luckily his mom remembers me and let me in. I floated up to his room, and shut the door behind me.

Without waking him up first, I begin playing and singing: "When I look at you, I see forgiveness. When I look at you, I see the truth..."

I hear him stir. He pops one eye open, and is surprised to see me in his room. Playing a guitar. "Sky-"

"You love me for who I am... Like the starts hold the moon." Finally, he catches onto what I'm trying to do, and sits next to me on the ground.

He begins singing: "Right there where they belong.. And I know I'm not alone..."

And I join him, playing and singing with everything I have, everything I am: "Yeah when my, world is falling apart and there's no, light to break up the dark, that's when I. I... When I look at you. When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't, find my way home anymore, that when I. I.... When I look at you..." He stops singing, and I continue, looking into his eyes I sing, "When I look at you. When I look at you, I see forgiveness."

"You know," says Kendall, "I hope you when you look at me, you truly do see forgiveness. I've forgiven you all this time. But I just needed you to know what it feels like to feel what I felt."

I nod, now understanding, and now I wipe away a tear. "Why are you crying?"

Engulfing him into a warm hug, I say, "I've really missed you, Ken doll."