Kennedy "Ken" Carmichael
A hand reached up to flick Ken's hair out of his eyes. as much as he hated to admit it, Jonas had a point. He had expected all of that. And the majority of his anger was from her lack of excitement at who he was. For the past five years, his life had been nonstop fame. Now here was Jonas; who had no clue about any of that. Why was he even still here, talking to her? Was it because he still felt bad for being rude? Or because she was right? Ken was too proud to admit it. But he had to say something. He inhaled deeply, gave a frustrated look, and finally said, "Okay." He could tell that Jonas had attempted an apology, so this was his attempt to tell her she was right, and he was sorry. He looked down at the dark haired girl again. He had to say, when she was reenacting his smug look, she looked pretty cute. Ken managed to crack a small smile. "Look, can I make it up to you? Maybe get coffee sometime?"
A hand reached up to flick Ken's hair out of his eyes. as much as he hated to admit it, Jonas had a point. He had expected all of that. And the majority of his anger was from her lack of excitement at who he was. For the past five years, his life had been nonstop fame. Now here was Jonas; who had no clue about any of that. Why was he even still here, talking to her? Was it because he still felt bad for being rude? Or because she was right? Ken was too proud to admit it. But he had to say something. He inhaled deeply, gave a frustrated look, and finally said, "Okay." He could tell that Jonas had attempted an apology, so this was his attempt to tell her she was right, and he was sorry. He looked down at the dark haired girl again. He had to say, when she was reenacting his smug look, she looked pretty cute. Ken managed to crack a small smile. "Look, can I make it up to you? Maybe get coffee sometime?"














