A Masonarys sin 2

chuck it in the Puckett Bucket an move on

Kendall sat in the back corner of his bedroom as all three of his fans whirred to fill the emptiness. He had a vast open room with his queen size bed in the corner and a disco ball handing down from the opposite end of the room. he had replaced all of his lights with Ultraviolet bulbs and his black light was plugged up in front of the door. He even had stranded lights bordering his covered up window and a fog machine he kept going simply to feel the chaos. He only felt normal in chaos. His brother knocked on his door. So The blonde headed boy slowly rose to his feet and slid across the wood flooring on his thick white socks. Passing through his curtains he had in the door way that continued about five feet before reaching the door his door was the only one down this short corridor. James stayed down the other hall. When he opened the door James looked upon his brother with great sorrow. Kendall's soft face in the purple light was more than James could handle. He pushed the boy back into his room and slowly shit the door behind him. Between the curtains which ranged from green, blue, to purple and the door James held Kendall. The fog swirling in the air around them. Directly across the room to the left of the bed was a tall dresser upon which a tall vanity wall lie horizontal up against the window that the timid boy kept covered up. resting in the middle of that was a clock with twelve reflectors on it as well. A picture of Kendall himself on either side of the vanity wall. One of him in a suit and bow tie and the other a more casual. Littered upon his dresser were numerous empty cans of green tea. "I baught you a blue tooth speaker for your birthday last month and you're not using it." James said quietly as they slipped past the curtains. In the left hand back corner there was a cabinet with a computer inside that the Knight boy never used either. on the right hand side closer to the door was a red recliner and a television that Kendall also never used. In front of that right before the foot of his bed was a hollowed out coffee table with a lot of things that Kendall did actually use in it. "I never have anyone to share my music with." His voice cut through the room like glass. A sound James lived for. They sat down in the center of the room. When they were together the weird was normal and the normal was weird... that was just the way they liked it. "I want to take you with me..." James said suddenly throwing Kendall off. "Where are you going?" The modesty in the blonde boys eyes made James heart flutter. "With Logan... were joining this college prep cruise thing." Kendall sat in James lap with his back pressed to the heftier boys chest. James ran his fingers through the younger boys hair. "I can ask mom..." He nuzzled James chin. "She isn't letting you leave her sight, she hates sending you to school especially after what happened." James cooed dropping his digits to the paler boys jawline and pressing his lips to Kendall's forehead. "Maybe she can go to..." James smiled but then his smile became a smirk. "What about Katie?" Kendall turned his whole body to be held by his beautiful brother. "Theres a course there for her too." Kendall remembered Manzana and HeKate he knew his mother, Katie, and Jo were all witches which is why they all felt so strongly for Kendall's character. He understood them.

Logan sat in his living room with his laptop open on the table as he typed away there information. His phone buzzed and he checked it to see that it was a text from James: Kendall is going, His mother and Katie found something they can sign up for too. He replied with a simple: Perfect. Sam and Freddy were on the floor chatting about her friends in Hollywood that go to some fancy arts high school. Logan vaguely recalled Victorious. His memory was failing him but he was sure it had something to do with the carnival or maybe some oranges and Kendall's mother. He wasn't sure. Camille entered the room. "Whats up losers?" She smiled sitting down and knocking something out from beneath the table. "Whats this?" She asked picking it up. She gasped. "Its a book of spells." Logan attempted to snatch it away from her but unfortunately she reared back angry. "Why would you hide this from me?" Logan stared her down. "Are you a witch?" He asked with little to no emotion. Her face went white. She stood to her feet chucking the book at him. "Screw you geek." Freddy's face scrunched up. Logan held the book in his grasp as he also stood. "Be honest." he asked. She sighed and sat back down taking the book back from him. "A ghost in this house revealed to me my magic in a dream." She opened it and began flipping through the pages. "Patrick?" He asked. Her eyes darted to him. "How..." Logan slipped his hand into his pocket to remove a USB chord and hooked his phone up to his computer. "You need to read this..." He revealed to her the book that he had found. As she read her heart became heavy. "I remember this... i thought it was just a dream." Tears down her face. "I did get to tell her im sorry." Her eyes glued to the screen.

Sam looked at the screen and saw Carly's name. "Who wrote this?" Logan peered over to her. "A boy who showed up the same day you did." The four of them exchanged glances. "We need to invite him." Camille finally said after a long moment of silence. The rest, silently agreed. Mr. Mitchell pulled his coat off of the top rack and slipped his hat on. "Alright y'all ive left an envelope on the counter full of cash... im going on a business trip. Camille are you staying here or going with Logan?" His face curved into a painful status. "Im going with him... gotta keep an eye on him." She winked at her brother. He smiled and nodded. "well in that case... he slipped out his wallet."

"Dad no... im okay..." He gawked at her. "You're going to need money its a full semester." He grinned and pulled out a couple hundreds and walking over he slipped it into her hands. "Sam... i have spoken to your mother and you are now my responsibility... dont worry you can still see her she just has a lot going on. i have some friends coming over soon with a truck they will help you get settled in. You're going to need some form of stability in your life." He smiled handing her a couple hundreds. Logan's brow furrowed in confusion as he did not realize his father had this much money. He wasn't going to ask any questions but something about this gave him a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach. When his father left and he actually decided to go into the kitchen he shuffled through the cabinets pulling out a filter for the kurig and a tin full of ground up coffee. As he started the machine he grabbed the envelope his father left for him and opened it. Pulling out 12,000 dollars he gasped and slid it back in sliding it into his pocket. A sudden feeling woe over him and he ran to the basement door shoving it open. This time it opened with an ease and a light was on downstairs. "Hello!" He heard a voice say. "Please... help me..." The voice grew faint and eventually all he could hear were quiet sobs.