comparison ~k.v.~

chapter 11

kendall sleeps dreamlessly until noon the next day.

she wakes up and checks her phone - a habit. she reads jared's message. they can't go on like this much longer - they have to see each other and talk.

kendallkv: can u pls meet me at jimmy's at one? we need to see each other in person.

he replies seconds later.

jared.palmetto: sure

kendall gets out of bed, dresses in a white oversized tee shirt that used to belong to her father and jean shorts, combs through her hair, and throws it into a ponytail. she brushes her teeth, not baring to look in the mirror, because she already knows she looks awful, and eats breakfast quickly - at the notice of her mother.

"why so fast, kk?" jill asks, fixing her lipstick in the nearby bathroom mirror. she has to be off to work in a few minutes.

"i'm going to jimmy's with jared." she says through a mouthful of special k strawberry cereal. "oh, yeah. can i go to jimmy's with jared?" she giggles.

jill caps her tube of lipstick and goes to the door, blowing her youngest a kiss. "sure. bring your phone. ryleigh's still asleep, and just in case the door's locked, bring your keys. do you need money?"

kendall shakes her head no. jill goes off to her job, leaving the two sisters alone, as erno is at work as well. it is sunday, and she has dance in about five or so hours.

she retrieves her keys and lets her phone charge for a bit. it feels weird to be downstairs and not immediately storming back up to finish watching, say - the troyler livestream, or season two of daria.

when her phone reaches 45% charged, she pops the charger out, runs up to her room, finds some pocket money, and walks to the ice cream shop. the breeze is cool on her skin, and she tastes the weekend air with utter relief.

she sees the back of jared's head from the glass. he's ordering ice cream already? typical him.

she enters, biting her nails again. goddammitfuckshit, she thinks, i'm at it again.

kendall taps on his back. "hi."

he turns around, a moose tracks kiddie cone in his hand. "hi."

"one fat-free cappuccino frozen yogurt, please." she says to the cashier. jared gives her a concerned look. "you aren't fat, yo-" kendall cuts him off curtly. "i like the taste."

"okay then." he sits down at a rotund little table while the teenage worker swirls out kendall's frozen treat. he comes back, kendall hands him her money, and she sits herself down across from jared.

"so."

"so."

jared twists his spoon in the ice cream.

"look, i know you probably feel bad and i'm sorry for making you feel bad. i just don't know how to deal with it....i don't think i can just go back to being friends with you." kendall scratches the back of her neck, her voice lowering down to almost a whisper. "i've had some anxiety attacks because of you. you know, questioning my self-worth and stuff.

jared almost chokes on his moose tracks. "k-kendall...."

another whispered apology for a thing where an apology was not needed.

kendall squeezes her eyes shut. "look, i don't want you to kiss me and make it better. i don't even know where i am with my self-esteem, but i am...okay. i'm trying. i'm better-ish." she opens them. jared's face is as pale as a ghost.

"oh lord, i don't know where i'm going with this at all."

(author's note: holy shit dude how did this get 60+ votes ?

also to check my writing i turn on the speak selection thing and I just changed it to Australian dialect and I just love it (I'm American lawls)

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