You were nobody until you were abducted by Kendall Knight.

It hadn't always been that way, of course. People used to be somebodies because they were pretty or good at sports. For example, back in primary school, Camille Roberts had been popular because she had been the skinniest, tallest eight-year-old in what seemed like all of LA at the time. However, as soon as Kendall had gotten a car, her legacy had practically been done with until Kendall had eventually stolen her away from her house, too.

It sounded crazy, how girls and guys alike would wait up in their beds every night hoping for a guy they'd never met to knock on their door and drag them off to God knows where to do God knows what, but it would have been impossible not to after hearing the stories.

The first person Kendall ever kidnapped for the night was James Diamond. Apparently, James had been playing video games like usual, when he'd heard a knock on his door. He'd opened it up to find Kendall with a wicked looking smiled on his face and an excited look in his eye. When retelling the story, James would always say "I knew -just by looking at him- that something great was going to happen. So when he asked me to go for drive with him, I had to say yes."

Rumor has it, that when Kendall had finally stopped the car, James had discovered themselves parked a few blocks away from the STAPLES Center, and by the end of the night, he'd somehow found himself playing an intense game of hide and seek with a bunch of guy's he'd never met or had seen again between the seats. James never said how -because apparently Kendall had him sworn to secrecy- but he did have a polaroid from the other boy's camera to prove his story true. If it had been anyone other than James, no one would have believed the story and nobody would have thought that they could have been chosen. Except it was James.

James: a guy who'd never been seen talking to Kendall Knight before in his life, but now all of a sudden they were best friends. James: a guy who, despite being a little quirky, had managed to be one of the most popular guys in school. James: a guy who'd be crazy enough to get in a car with a complete stranger just because of a promising look on their face.

He had been a good choice. And with their late night trip to the STAPLES Center, Kendall and James had become the tippy top of the school's social pyramid in less than a day.

Whispers spread through the school like wild fire. Who was Kendall Knight and how had he gotten access to the concert venue? Was the thing with James a one-time deal? Why had he picked him in the first place? He wasn't even that cool. Of course, once the student body realized that there were no answers to be found outside of mysterious Kendall's head, they dropped the subject. Kames's adventure was nearly forgotten about… But then Kendall made his next move.

Despite the pair being total band geeks, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that Logan Mitchell and Camille Roberts were dating, so it wasn't too big of a shock that it was them chosen both in one night. However, it was a bit surprising that Kendall took them away at different times. He'd asked Logan to go off with him at around ten that evening and gotten him back from a late night gallery walk of a few most definitely closed museums at around one in the morning. Camille claimed that Kendall picked her up at two for a late night picnic in the deep-sea fish exhibit at the aquarium. Apparently, Kendall had a tea party all set up on the carpet when they got there, tea and scones and everything.

Both trips were so awesome, neither Logan nor Camille was mad that the other had gone out without them, and with the evidence of their evenings in the form of two polaroids just like James's, the school had started talking again. All of a sudden, the old popular kids were dropped like stones in favor of Kendall, James, Logan and Camille. Their status continued to plummet as more and more teens were whisked way on crazy, late-night adventures.

Lots of students got their chance, but the epicness of Kendall's adventures faltered here and there. Sometimes Kendall wouldn't do anything that crazy. He'd just whisk you out of bed, drag you to the park, and take a picture as proof of you working on some crazy, intense graffiti project together. Sometimes, he'd take you to a soup kitchen or an animal shelter to work the night shift without warning you to put on a pair of ratty clothes. He'd still remember to snap your picture, of course. Sometimes you'd end up getting way drunk in an alley way, and your picture would turn out blurry and a bit out of focus.

However, out of all those students Kendall had abducted, only three had managed to earn themselves a seat at his lunch table with James, Logan, and Camille. One was a boy named Jett Stetson. Kendall had forced him into drag and they'd filled in for strippers at a very smoke-filled gentleman's club in the dodgy part of town. The other two were girls. One was Jo Taylor, who'd earned the chance to be a bridesmaid at a wedding belonging to a bride and groom Kendall nor she had ever met in their entire lives. The other was Lucy Stone, who'd gotten to go shopping in the mall while all of the stores were closed. She'd gotten her polaroid taken next to some money she was leaving on top of a cashier counter.

No one understood why Kendall chose who he did. Jett was a self absorbed jock who didn't care about Kendall's schemes. Jo was a sweetheart, so that made a little sense. Lucy hung out with the punk, goth kids, but she connected in with them like a puzzle piece. No one knew why Kendall thought they'd fit together; they just knew they wanted to fit, too.

Especially the new, weird, Latino kid from Minnesota who couldn't seem to find a place to belong at all.

So this is adopted from a One Direction fic (Don't kill me, I'm writing one for each of you, yeah?) and the goal is to write, like, every other chapter via one boy band, so you each get the same amount of errors, hopefully. Um... yeah. Please don't hate me... for doing 1D first, they're just who called to me for this story. *winces* I LOVE YOU RUSHERS! I JUST WANT TO LOVE ONE DIRECTION, TOO! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR ENJOYING BOTH!