We Are Superstars

Anything Could Happen

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Kendall PoV

I've been in this creature's abode for only a day and I've already made myself at home. I was in its living room, watching one of my old performances in Times Square on its flat screen.

I may have been famous, but I wasn't really around people that much. I mean, yeah, I love my fans and all, but none of them really stop and ask, "Hey, Kendall. How was your day today? Are you doing okay?" It's usually all screaming and teenagers yelling about how they saw me and wanted to chase me down. I was pretty much alone in the world. My parents had died in a car crash a few years after I was born. I've jumped around between foster parents, but I kept causing them trouble. Once I got my last (and current) foster parents, I found out that one of them worked for a record company. He introduced me to the record label when he heard me singing, and the label liked me, so they signed me by the time I turned 18. I smiled at those memories. I looked down in my lap and smiled even brighter.

Yuma, the creature's adorable piglet, was on my lap, sleeping peacefully. I stroked her back absentmindedly as I thought about the boy who took me in for these couple of weeks.

I discovered that his name is Logan Mitchell. He doesn't usually live on his own, but his parents are both on a Mediterranean cruise together for the next three weeks. He wants to become a doctor, and is currently majoring in the medical field at a prestigious college nearby.

My thoughts were disturbed when some rude person decided to ring the doorbell. Logan said that he was exhausted, so he went to take a nap. He told me not to kill/hurt Yuma or open the door on my own, but I did the latter and disobeyed his orders.

I carefully tiptoed over to the door and cautiously looked through the peephole. I saw two people, one extremely tall and the other very Hispanic... I opened the door and they burst in like they owned the place. They completely ignored me.

"Oh my gaawd! Logan got a new piggie!" The Hispanic one exclaimed.

"Carlos, it's just Yuma." the taller one whispered to the shorter one.

"Well, she looks different... Somehow."

I stared awkwardly at them, as if they each had two heads. That's when they noticed me.

"Ooh, Logie's got himself a new boy toy, huh?" the extremely tall boy implied.

"Um..." I looked around uncomfortably, not really knowing what to say.

"Mmhmm." the Hispanic one, Carlos, I assumed, replied.

"I'm right here. Literally. Standing in the room with you as you assume that I'm here as a Logan's fuck boy."

"Wait, don't I know you from somewhere?" The tallish one asked.

"Probably. I'm a world-renowned superstar."

"Noooo, that's not it." Carlos claimed.

"Wait, I do know you! You're Kendall Knight! You're Kendall, aren't you?!" the tall one had gotten in my face and I could tell that he was starting to get really excited by the way he was bouncing on his toes.

"Yeah... Are you a fan?" I asked nervously.

"Um, YES. I love your work!"

"Hmm, I've never met a guy that likes my music so much, most of my fans are chicks."

"Yep. Saying James is obsessed with you, would be an understatement." Carlos mentioned, sounding a little concerned. Or was it jealousy? I ignored the thought.