A/N:
Hello, Dearies, how are you?
A few things before I begin:
1.) This should have multiple chapters (so, kill me if it doesn't)
2.) This could end up as Kogan or Jagan (request, request, request)
3.) I do not own BTR
4.) This is AU (they are still in Minnesota and whatnot)
That should be it :D
Kendall's POV
Carlos, James, and I are sitting on my couch staring across the street as a moving van idles on the curb of the house across the street, workers unloading various pieces of furniture. Carlos is looking bored, tapping his fingers against his leg, but James and I are totally enthralled.
"Kendall…" James breathes, "He was gorgeous."
"I know, James." I nod, staring at the door pleadingly, willing the guy to come back out. Carlos blows out a sigh and James and I, in perfect unison, turn to look at him.
"You wouldn't understand." James shoots, "You're straight."
"Yeah, 'Litos. You just don't know." I agree and James fist bumps me as without taking his eyes from the window.
"You could talk to him," Carlos suggests, "Instead of staring."
"Do you talk to pretty girls in the park?" James fires back and Carlos shrugs.
"That's different."
"Don't be a homophobe, Carlos. You know it's the same goddamn thing." James sighs as the door opens and the guy steps out, all brown hair and perfection, talking to his mother as he heads to the moving van. I sigh wistfully as he picks up a box and carts it towards the house.
"God, James, do you see him?"
"Is he real?" James moans and I pinch his arm, causing him to yelp as the boy walks out for another box.
"Do you still see him?"
"Yeah."
"He's real, James."
"And you two," Carlos stands, "Are a bunch of pansies."
"We're not bringing sexuality into this." James glares, "And get your ass out of the way, you're blocking the view."
"This," Carlos gestures to his ass and figure, "Is the best view you'll ever get."
"Carlos, get out of the way before I move you myself." James threatens and Carlos mumbles something, although he does move away from the window. I rest my chin in my palm, elbow balancing on my thigh, as the van pulls away from the sidewalk and disappears. The house remains closed, the guy long gone, and James stretches beside me.
"Well, that was a good way to spend three hours." I comment and Carlos looks scandalized.
"We watched a guy move in for three hours?"
"And you're not even gay, 'Litos." James teases, earning a glare from Carlos. I just know he's going to go on a long tear about all the things we could have been doing in those three hours, so I butt in before he can opens his mouth.
"James, we need to meet that guy. I might die if I don't meet that guy."
"Don't be such a drama queen." James scoffs, "You won't die, but I might kill myself."
"And I'm the drama queen." I snort, earning a well-aimed kick from James. He gets me in the ass, which brings on a whole new wave of bickering, though the spotting of The Guy on his front lawn quickly silences us both. James is practically drooling and I just know my mouth is open, but damn he's worth it. Unfortunately, Carlos is still alive and functional, which means we get interrupted before our ogling can really even begin.
"If you don't go over there I will!" Carlos practically stamps his foot and James quirks a brow at him.
"Way to join the land of the queers, Carlos. You know, there are better ways to come out of the closet, most of them including the words 'gay' or 'ass.'"
"He's right, 'Litos," I grin, "You could have been a little more forward. No need to dance around it."
"I mean, I know it's bad to label, but-"
"Could you two stop?" Carlos really does stomp his foot this time, which is more ridicule worthy than any previous statements. However, I decide enough is enough, and James is too busy laughing to pursue the newfound topic of teasing.
"Fine, but you have to stop telling us to face-"
"A god." James finishes, going back to the window only to sigh, "Who's gone now, thanks to someone distracting us."
"It's really unhealthy for you to ogle the new guy."
"If you think that's unhealthy you better be glad you can't read my mind." James smiles wickedly as Carlos grimaces.
"Ok, no."
"What? After all you've told me about your dream girl and your dream position, I think I deserve a little explicit soliloquy."
"Isn't a soliloquy for your ears only?" I counter and James rolls his eyes.
"I'm just saying, Carlos is a hypocrite, and not even a cute one."
"Hey!" Carlos squawks and the bickering's back tenfold, with some pretty heavy name calling. It lasts until Katie says something about "a buncha girls" and James begins his hour long lecture about the difference between girls and homosexuals.
Katie has the good sense to leave but, as James' friends, Carlos and I are obligated to nod and throw in well placed "Amen(s)" from time to time. Of course, as we've known James since before he even knew what being gay was, we have the art of placating him down to a science.
"You know," I begin as soon as James finishes and he looks at me, still a little red in the face, "I think we should maybe try talking to him."
"Really? Why?" James furrows his eyebrows as Carlos nods enthusiastically.
"Well, what if he turns out to be the one?"
"Oh please, that's so faith based. As far as I can tell, gays don't get the one. We get who we get and we deal with it."
"You're cynicism is refreshing." I scowl and James frowns mockingly.
"Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Look, you go talk to him if you want, but I'm good with watching him from your living room window." His eyes widen, "Do you think he jogs?"
"You can't stay here forever, you know. And, I have no idea if he jogs or not, but I'm sure he'll notice you if you watch him. Or, you know, conveniently run into him."
"That's just it! He'll notice and I won't have to get too emotionally attached! It's perfect!"
"You don't even jog!" I cross my arms and Carlos laughs.
"He's right, James, you don't jog."
"I don't have to jog; the god has to jog."
"That's so faith based." I mimic and James throws up his hands. I know from his expression he isn't mad, just tired of going in circles.
"That's it. I'm done with you people. I'm going home to look up jogging techniques." And with that he storms out, slamming the door for dramatic. I watch his progress as he deliberately crosses to the other side of the street, shaking his ass all the way. Carlos whistles appreciatively at "The James Diamond Show" and shakes his head.
"How long before he gets bored of jogging and deems him 'not worth it?'"
"I give it two days of jogging and one day of pineful staring." I shrug and turn from the window, noting the darkening sky and the likelihood that we won't be seeing any more of The Guy tonight. Carlos hums something under his breath and rolls his eyes to the ceiling, probably praying to God that James doesn't do anything potentially harmful or particularly idiotic.
"How about you?" Carlos asks slyly.
"I don't know, 'Litos. He's just my type." I bite my lip and think back on those arms and that back and that hair and how pale his skin is…
"You're in love and you haven't said two words to the guy." Carlos teases and I snort.
"That's rich coming from the king of illogical love. Remember the love of your life from two weeks ago? You saw her in the park, watched her for all of two seconds, and decided you were going to marry her."
"I am!" Carlos defends.
"Do you even remember what she looks like?"
"She had brown hair."
"No, she was a blonde." I correct, smiling at Carlos' crestfallen expression. He perks back up after a second, as if he's remembered something exciting.
"Well, at least I didn't stare at her for three hours."
"Whatever. Don't you have a home?"
"Yeah, maybe." Carlos sticks his tongue out before slipping out of the living room. I hear the front door close with a bang and watch as Carlos stays on the same side of the street, but casts a look at The Guy's house. I can almost hear his laughter as he disappears from view, carrying all the fun with him. Now, all I have is a silent house and a God who doesn't have the decency to enjoy the outdoors.
"What am I gonna do?" I murmur, falling back on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
The logical answer would be to try talking to him but, as far as life goes, you never take the easy way. Or, the logical way. Or, really, the way that'll work.
No, you spend three hours a day staring before you give up and go for something that promises some kind of progress.
Maybe I should take up jogging.