Big Time Disaster In Maui; Big Time Rush

Chapter Four

heey rushers; I know I haven't posted in a while!! Three weeks actually. And it's also been three weeks since I've seen BTR.. I miss them and I miss writing!! SO here's chapter four! I hope you all enjoy!

I haven't posted in a while cause I've had my cousin living with me and she doesn't know I write!! But I finally have alone time so here you all goooo!<3 Please tell me what you think, your feed back is my motivation!

Chapter Four;

It's been two weeks since the day I left Maui. I'm moved out of Kendall's house we shared with Carly and Logan. Not a day goes by where I don't think about Kendall and how much I miss him, I always think to myself, maybe I overreacted... Maybe I should give him a call, tell him how I feel and why I left and explaining why I did what I did. But somewhere inside me made me stop myself from picking up that phone and dialing his number. Technically we never broke up and we're still dating but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. Not a word has been spoken since I left. No texts, calls, emails, tweets, face book messages, Skype request.. Nothing. I felt as if when I left and moved out I suddenly became a nobody to him. And yes, I get it, it goes both ways, sure I can pick up the phone give him a call, but I told myself, I'm stronger than that. I want him to make the first move. Do something and prove to me that you still love me.

Currently staying with Sammy and Carlos in their huge four bedroom house, wasn't as bad as I thought. Because Carlos and Kendall are in the same band I thought I'd be seeing him all the time when he comes for band meetings like he usually does or for Carlos' Tuesday dinners but he hasn't showed for any of them. Tonight Tuesday Dinner is supposed to be special. Not only would it be mine and Kendall 3 yr anniversary but Carlos got everybody to invite their siblings. A reunion I guess. Carlos pre-warned me that Kendall was 100% going to be there. Taking deep breaths in I looked myself in my body length mirror, I fixed my dress and sighed. Tonight after two whole weeks of no talking I get to finally see Kendall and reunite with my brother who's 25 and in the army. Hearing my phone beep from across the room, I run over to it thinking it's a text message but it's really just a twitter notification telling me that Kendall has updated his status too;

    "Wakin' up just brings me down cause every morning you are nowhere to be found. And my bed is half empty not half full."

Sadly smiling at that tweet that I just so happened to love so much, it sort of brought me down. At least I know he's still thinking about me and missing me just as much as I miss him. Knocking me out of my day dream there was a knock on the door, walking over I opened it up and soon made eye contact with my brother, he looked better than ever. Dressed so simple but secretly dressed to kill, his bright blue eyes sparkling and his purely white teeth blinding you, I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Jake!"I yelled into his ear, all he did was laugh and hold me in his arms. It's been two and a half years since I've seen him, he's been deployed in Afghanistan, out of the three years Kendall and I have been together, and he’s met him once. I can say I love what my brothers doing for our country, but I hate him with passion for deciding to do this. It kills me every time he leaves; there are always possibilities of him never coming back. It’s a dangerous yet selfless thing to do. It just kills me to even think about what he does.

“You going to let me go?”Jake asked with laughter in his voice, burring my face into his shoulder I squeezed tighter.

“I prefer not to.”I mumbled, tears building up in my eyes, I just held him. After several minutes of holding my brother, I finally let go. So many emotions I couldn’t handle it. The ‘break up’ with Kendall, no home, finally seeing my brother after two and a half years it became overwhelming. I finally let the tears fall down my perfectly done up face. Slight strikes of mascara down my cheeks, Jake ran his thumb under my eye.