We Are Superstars

If You Can't Hang

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I knew I was forgetting something! Disclaimer - I don't own BTR, sorry. Wish I did.

Logan PoV

I had no idea what I was doing. I had invited this stranger into my very clandestine home. Key words: stranger, and clandestine. I think I must have hit my head too hard when he tackled me. Yeah, sure, he was really hot, and his eyes were so... mesmerizing. But that didn't mean that he could just jump on me, smile that amazing smile, then think it was okay to barge into my life!

He did have a really nice smile...

"So do you want water or something else?" I asked, mentally slapping myself for serving this guy.

"Um, yeah. I'll take a water," he replied.

I went into my oversized fridge and pulled out a water bottle. I handed it to him.

Then I had to pee.

"Hey, er, nature's calling... I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't leave. Or touch anything. Except for the floor. Don't slip." I pointed at him and narrowed my eyes. "Don't touch Yuma."

And then I ran to the closest bathroom in the house.

I finished up and came back about six or seven minutes later only to find Kendall on the floor, holding Yuma and trying to keep her in his arms. It looked like he was trying to strangle her to death.

I gasped and ran over, snatching my little piglet from the monster. She squeaked and buried herself into my chest.

"I'm only gone for a few minutes and you're already trying to kill my baby!" I chastised Kendall.

He held up his hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! She came over to me and I really wanted to pet her... So I tried, even though you told me not to. I'm sorry." he hung his head like a child who had just been scolded. I took Yuma away from the evil boy and laid her in her cage. She gave me a sad look, so I pet the top of her head and told her that it was for her own safety.

When I came back, he was sitting on the floor, head still hanging. He looked sincere enough, so I forgave him. He looked up at me when I walked over to him; I nodded. "Follow me." I said before leading him into the kitchen. He sat at one of the bar stools that was pulled up to the counter. He was going to explain things, whether he wanted to or not.

I sighed. "Do you want a sandwich or something?" his face lit up. He agreed immediately.

I got to work on making his sandwich and started asking him questions. "Why are you here?"

He shrugged. "No particular reason."

"Would you care to explain what you're doing here? What happened?"

"I thought I already explained this, Logan." I glared at him. He threw his hands up. "Fine. I guess I'll tell you everything in better detail so you can understand better."

"Thank you."

"So I was on my tour bus, driving through this small town of yours. Then roadkill happened, and my bus driver decided that he liked squirrels more than my career, so he dodged the squirrel and crashed the bus. I got mad and walked away. I kept walking and was about to turn around to go back to the bus and crew, but that's when I saw the sidewalk."

I grimaced. I meant to get rid of that sidewalk years ago. There used to be a neighborhood out there, and that sidewalk went right through it and for some reason, it led right to my home. A lot of people got curious every now and then, i knew, but I always made sure that I went inside when they came.

"I was thinking that it could have led me to someone with food or water or something," he continued, "So, naturally, I followed it. That's when it brought me to some sort of forest, but it was too late to turn around, so I went through it. Then I heard your pig's squeal of death and I started running. Pretty soon, I ran into you. You know the rest." he finished.

I looked down. "Oh."

"Yeah."

By then, I was finished with making his sandwich, so I slid it over the counter, toward him. He picked it up and tucked into it greedily.

"So...tell me about your tour." I said, watching him.

"Oh, that. Well, I was supposed to be on the start of my worldwide tour. I had about six stops in Florida before I was supposed to tour out to Cali for a few shows. I was on my second show when the bus crashed. I didn't want to have to stay in a dusty old motel and I definitely didn't want to have to stay with that aggravating bus driver in such small quarters on the bus for two weeks. I got upset when the motel was suggested, so I walked away. I guess you could say I'm homeless for a few weeks."

I stared. Was he serious? "Well, why don't you just stay here?" I found myself suggesting before I even realized what I was saying.

He stared at me with those green eyes of his, which were as huge as golf balls at the moment.

"Are you serious?!" he yelled before jumping on my back and attempting to give me a hug.

"Gah, Kendall! Get off of me!" I shouted before throwing him off my back and onto the couch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was just so happy when you said that. Of course, I'd love to, if you'd have me." he smiled that blindingly white smile at me, and soon, I found myself smiling right back.

"One problem." said Kendall.

"Which would be?" I asked.

"Where am I going to sleep?"

I sighed at his goofiness and dragged him off to the spare bedroom.

This was going to be a long two weeks.

So I'm thinking about naming the chapter titles after songs. Or if not, I'll add in a chapter song at the end of the chapter (Just stuff I listen to while I write the chapters). Let me hear your thoughts about that, yeah? Oh, tell me what you thought about the chapter!

Chapter song - 'Hall of Fame' by The Script