Big Time POV Switch

Kendall's POV: Packing

*Kendall’s POV*

               It’s been a week since Logan and I told each other how we felt, and every single day since then I’ve cherished so much. Between long hours of rehearsal, studio sessions, and planned Face Times with Addie we don’t have a lot of time to really be with each other, but we’re making it work.

               Like right now for example, we’re packing for the tour together. We are leaving tomorrow, and we have so much to pack still. I walked out of his room and went back to mine to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything.

               Logan came in behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I think you’ve ‘double checked’ everything a million times Kendall,” he said with a chuckle.

               “I just don’t want to feel stupid when leave and I know that I forgot something,” I tell him.

               “Alright,” he said. Logan kissed me on the cheek and walked out.

               ____

               I went down to the laundry room to find the other three sorting through clothes creating piles of who’s was who’s. I walked over to where Logan was and started sorting through the pile. I found a few of my t-shirts and threw them on the floor.

               Then I spotted a pair of tan pants. They were these awesome pants that I’d rocked about a million times while doing promotions for our tour and for 24/Seven. I reached to grab them and instead grabbed a hand. Logan and I looked at each other intensely. “Mine,” I told him.

               “No, I look better in these than you do,” He said to me.

               “Really?” I said arching an eyebrow at him.

               “Yep,” he smirked.

               “Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” James said with a chuckle.

               “It’s just a pair of pants, if you can’t agree on who gets them then share them or don’t bring them at all,” Carlos told us. James nodded in agreement as he and Los continued to sort through clothes.

               “How about I wear them for half the tour and then you can have them for half the tour?” I suggested.

               “Or we can alternate every other show or so…” Logan said.

               “Better idea,” I agreed.

               “Who gets them first?” he asked.

               “I do,” I said with a grin.

               “Fine!” he said with a huff, “I can’t tell you no, ever! You’re too fucking cute.”