AN: Hello readers! Here is that 'story' that has a few of my unfinished works. None are completed and most stop in the middle of a scene, and/or jump from one scene to the next. (They will be separated and any important info that is needed for the upcoming part will be paraphrased.) Thought they'd be interesting for you, and maybe you guys can help me get out of my severe writer's block! I really want to know a few things about my stories and figure out how I can make them better and possibly continue the ones that you want to see finished.

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Title: I'm Scared To Think That Maybe... (You Were the One That I Wanted All Along)

Pairing: Kogan.

Summary: When a 15 year old Kendall dreams of a mysterious man, he doesn't know what to think about it. He knows he should be dreaming of hot women taking their shirts off. Instead, he comes to Kendall almost every night. Sometimes he offers words of wisdom, other times he is just a distraction for bad times. Either way, after a year Kendall feels like he can't live without this mysterious friend. What happens when he disappears, seemingly, forever?

When I was young, I dreamt of him. I dreamt of his kisses, of his embrace, everything. He helped me get through a lot; he was there when I needed him. I still remember that very first dream, where he came and took me away. Took me to the beaches of California and taught me to slow down and watch the sun set.

The sun made everything orange and yellow tinted, from clothes to skin.

"Who the hell are you?" I had asked. His face would never clear no matter how many times I blinked my eyes.

"You'll find out one day." He sighed and smiled a very crooked smile.

I got distracted. "You have a ridiculous smile. Like you're half smiling and half frowning? I've never seen anyone do that." I had said, sounding blatantly fifteen.

He raised his dark eyebrows. "It's not voluntary." He smirked softly. It felt weird, not seeing his face yet still knowing the expressions he made.

"Yeah." I sat on the dream beach with the mysterious man. He looked to be eighteen, compared to my young fifteen.

He was looking at me, trying not to laugh.

I giggled. "What?"

"Your eyebrows are the most ridiculous eyebrows I have ever seen." I laughed 'cause it was so true.

We sat in silence for a few moments, awed by the many colors that danced across the orange sky, how the clouds turned yellow gold. It was weirdly perfect.

"Hey," I wondered, "could you at least tell me your name?"

The dream man thought for a moment. His own eyebrows furrowing deep in thought. "I don't think so. I think it would be ill advised."

"What?"

"Yeah. It's hard to explain." He said sadly. He sat with his arms above his head, wearing a light brown jacket, a white V-neck tee, and long dark jeans. How he could wear that in this heat, I didn't know. His face was fuzzy to me, but I knew he was beautiful. At the time, thinking a man was beautiful scared me.

"You don't have to be afraid, Kendall. It's your dreams. You can trust them."

"How do I know that?"

"Because you can trust me."

"And what are you?"

"A part of you. For now."

XXX

I awoke with a shock, for that was the first dream. The man confused me, I felt comfortable with him, yet I had never met him before. He kind of scared me.

XXX

The second dream was when I bombed two auditions and a go-see in one day. I collapsed on my bed that night. I felt like shit. Like acting was a big waste of time.

"Don't think that."

"Fuck!" I said, jumping up. "Dude! Don't do that!" I remembered I was dreaming, so I relaxed a bit.

"A kid your age shouldn't curse like that, you know." Raising his eyebrow to me like my father would.

"What do you know…"

"A lot actually. I am a divine being."

"Yeah whatever." I sat up in bed and got comfortable. It felt like I was dreaming, yet everything was so real. He looked so real. His face was less blurred this time. I could make out his eyes a little bit. They were brown. And he had a dimple on his right cheek, the side that his mouth smiled. And his hair looked soft.

And one fifteen year old needed to remember he was straight.

"You should know that love isn't about gender, race, ethnicity, or appearance." The man spoke, sitting down on the foot of my bed.

"Could you stop reading my mind? It's annoying."

He rolled his eyes. I wasn't the only one who was annoyed apparently. "Hey, I'm here to guide you and make sure you do the right thing. So far, you aren't talking much, and I need to get inside your head."

"What if I don't want you inside my head?"

"Too bad, Kendork. It's how this job works."

"Kendork?"

"Shut up."