Steps We Take.❀

Step 9: is when you became mine [Part 2]

Kendall jerks away from my touch almost immediately. He opens his eyes slightly, adjusting to the bright light and taking in his surroundings. He glances to me, to the IV on his arm, back to me. I softly bite my pink lips, scared of what's his going to say. Does he know everything that's happened? 

"Who-who are you?" Kendall asks shly. He makes no eye contact with me as I do the same.

"Kendall, you're awake," I tell him teary eyed, bringing a plastic chair up to his bed. "I'm your..friend."

"Ahh." He waits a second before adding something more to his sentence. "Why am I here? I should be home, with my girlfriend."

"Your girlfriend? Who's that?"

"Oh God, she's simply gorgeous. Her name's Annaleah," he makes a gesture, demonstrating how tall she is. Well, technically me. "I love her so much. She's my world. Hey, she kinda looks like you!" He smiles hugely, displaying his perfectly rounded dimples.

At that very moment, I felt the color drain out of my face as I stared at Kendall wide eyed. I opened my mouth like I was going to say something, I wanted to say something, but nothing would come out. Only a sigh escaped before I snapped my mouth shut forcefully. He only remembers what happened before our fight, he even doesn't remember the horror, the pain he's put me through. I guess that could be a good thing, we could start all over in our relationship from step one. My face felt terribly wet like I was standing under a waterfall and the cold mist blew onto my face. I wanted to scream but I didn't dare to make a noise. Not here, not now.

"I-I should probably get going," I say in a high pitched, squeaky voice. 

"You'll visit tomorrow, right?" Kendall questions hopefully. I nod as I tell him about Logan, James, and Carlos which he knows about.

I waited impatiently as the elevator slowly made it's way to the floor, tapping my foot in rhythm to the dings. I stomped away angrily, the elevator seemed to be stopping at every floor except for this one. I race my way to the stairs, taking them three by three. I couldn't wait to tell Logan all about this. He would be so happy for me and him. I burst through his front door to his house excitedly.

"Logan! Logan! Logan!" I yell to him cheerfully. "Guess what? Guess what!"

I jump onto the couch next to him. He laughs a bit, shaking his head at my hyperness. "What?"

"Kendall's awake! Yes, you actually heard right! He's a-w-a-k-e! You know; not sleeping? And he pnly remembers the part when we just got together!" I jump around the room until I finally settle down.

"Oh, awesome," he says daintly, looking down. [See Multimedia.]

That's it? That's all Logan has to say about this? His somewhat friend is now okay and all he has to say is 'awesome'? That quickly bummed my mood as I place myself onto the medal chair. Logan notices my displeased face and that makes him frown.

"Look, I'm sorry. I just think that you're moving way to fast for this situation. Just a couple days ago you were crying over him. He took advantage over you for Pete's sake! It's just not fair. You're not ready to do this all again. You said you wouldn't take him back."

"Logan, you should be happy for me! Why're you being so mean about this? I'm a big girl and I can handle this situation by myself. I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do, but thank you."

"When he breaks your heart, don't come crying to me. I don't need to hear it. Just know that I warned you," he replies as I get up to leave. I don't know why he's being so rude but I don't need to stick around to hear anymore.

I find myself wondering up to Kendall's room. I still don't know why, but I just need him. Someone who won't criticize me, someone who won't judge me unlike some people I know. I find him watching re-runs of Full House, the show we used to watch together all the time when we first got together. He embraces me in a tight hug, like he doesn't want to let go.

"Kendall, I'm Annaleah," I whisper so quiet he can scarcely hear what I'm saying. At first, he just stared at me like I was a Goddess or something. I smile as the wind blows my hair back faintly perfect moment, huh? He blushes as he brings my chin to his and combines our lips together like like-terms.  

"My girlfriend," he mutters, bringing our mouths together once more. He slowly reached up and started playing with my thick hair, then he grabbed my other hand in his and kept it there until our kiss was finished. He pulled away unhurriedly, taking his time to get used to this new change. He smirked as I was heading home. I could tell he still felt a little awkward, I mean I would be too if I found out that I didn't remember anything except that the person in front of me was my girlfriend.

I don't really know why I'm drawn to Kendall so much, but I've learned to deal with it. After everything he's put me through it just seems like he didn't mean it. I may seem really stupid, but that's what love is. Stupid. And so am I for falling into this trap.