My first time posting to fanfiction but not my first time writing. I decided to share this Kendall/James story I wrote loosely based off of Goodnight Moon by Go Radio.
James walks into his shared room with Kendall close to midnight. He'd love to say that he was breaking curfew because he was out partying, but his lame excuse is that he was walking around Palm Woods Park, trying to clear his busy head.
He's greeted with his blonde companion sitting up in bed, staring at him from the minute he enters the room. Kendall's bottle-green eyes are inviting, the only thing shining in the moonlit room. His skin is ghostly pale in the light from the moon, even more so than it is on any other normal occasion. If James stops to think about it, the whole scene might be a little eerie to anyone else. But to him, it's endearing, and it prompts him to speak.
"Kendall," He says simply, his voice soft and barely above a whisper. It's lucky that the room is quiet, because his soft tone would surely be lost in the mix of any other noise if there was one.
But the room is silent, and so Kendall does hear James. "James," The blonde mimics, a small smile gracing his lips. He's been waiting for James all night, determined to corner the brunette in their room due to the fact that Kendall just couldn't seem to get James alone during the day. "C'mere," He says just as quietly, his voice soothing and melodic.
James gravitates towards his friend without hesitation, stopping at the foot of Kendall's bed. "What's up?" James asks coolly, though inside he can't help but feel that Kendall is going to lash out at him for some strange reason. Recently they had gotten into their fair share of fights, seeming to quarrel more than have a civilized conversation.
"C'mere," Kendall repeats, patting the space in front of him as to indicate that James should sit down. James toes of his shoes at the foot of the bed before walking around slowly, gingerly sitting on the bed next to Kendall. The blonde rolls his eyes, the beautiful irises disappearing at the top of his eyes for a moment before coming back down. He reaches out and grabs James' wrist in his, tugging at it. James takes it as a sign that he should move closer, and so he mimics Kendall's cross-legged position on the bed, their knees barely brushing.
"I want to talk to you," Kendall says, James' wrist still in his. James finds it a little strange that Kendall keeps the contact, but Kendall's hand feels warm on his skin and the brunette isn't about to complain. "We've been so busy and stressed lately and I feel like all we've been doing is fighting. I mean, we're such good friends and we used to talk about everything."
James nods, faint blush appearing on his cheeks and only barely noticeable in the moonlight streaming through the window parallel to Kendall's bed. "I agree," He says finally, trying to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat. "I miss you, bitch." He tries to joke past the lump, but the attempt sounds pathetic to his own ears.
Kendall's quiet laughter fills the room then, obviously finding James' attempt at humor at least a little funny. "Cool," Kendall responds. "So how's it been going?"
"Fine, I guess," James replies quietly. "Just tired."
Immediately Kendall's face falls. "Oh," He says, trying to his the disappointment in his voice but failing miserably. He desperately wanted to spend time with James. "If I'm keeping you up, by any means, you can go to bed—"
"No," James cuts in, moving his wrist out of Kendall's grasp and replacing it with his hand. "I'm fine, really. I was just walking around Palm Woods Park because I couldn't sleep."
"Oh," Kendall says again. "Alright, if you're sure."
James nods quickly, his irises bright in the light being casted from the window only a few inches away. "Positive," He assures his friend. "I wasn't lying when I said that I missed you." The blush that had faded only moments ago made its return to James' cheeks, making the brunette feel hot and flustered.
Kendall's lips tweak into their small smile again. "I missed you too," He says quietly, squeezing James' hand in his own.
And that's where their conversation begins. The world fades around them; they lose track of time, forget about everyone in their lives other than each other. They're absolutely enthralled by what the other has to say, their ears open and ready to listen to every little detail. Kendall and James fall back into their old habits of sharing everything, staying up into the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning only to go to bed unsatisfied, sure that there must be more to know than was just revealed.
They stay up for hours, lips moving and words coming out, and not once does an ounce of drowsiness burden them. And all the while, their hands are still clasped tight, fingers now intertwined, and their knees are practically on top of each other.
It hasn't always been like this. Something has changed, and it's in the way that James blushes every time Kendall has thrown a compliment in his way, or how Kendall can't seem to take his eyes off of the brunette's beautiful face, his features illuminated by the light shining through the window. It's the way that this endless conversation is sending their hearts beating hummingbird-fast, pulse raging and hearts ready to jump out of their chests.
It's the way that they love each other, and how neither one of them realizes it.
I expect that I'll update fairly soon, probably some time tomorrow or even tonight if I have time. Thanks for reading as of now.
