Disclaimer: I do not own BTR, just another obsessed fan writing about things that never actually happened. Even though I wish they would. Oh well, read on my fellow rushers!


"Hey Carlos, look at that!" James shouted to his best friend, trying not to laugh. Carlos followed the brunette's gaze to see a very familiar kid stumbling on the ice looking as if he was about to fall. It was sorta funny but Carlos felt bad for the kid who was the laughing stock of the hockey rink right now.

"Come on," he sighed, pulling his friend to the ice so he could help the kid. He expertly skated over to the kid wobbling on his skates. He held back a laugh and his hands reached out to the blushing boy's shoulders, studying him so he wouldn't fall down. He saw the kid blush even harder.

"T-thanks," he stuttered shyly as he looked at the ground.

Carlos smiled at the innocent look on his red face. "No problem Logan." He looked down at Logans skates. "Your feet are too far apart, try keeping them a little closer together and push forward with the strength in your dominant foot." He hinted, helping him out. It was then that he realized James was on the other side of the rink, shooting the puck past the goalie effortlessly. The brunette had always been the star player on the hockey team, making him one of the most popular kids in the school.

His thoughts were interrupted by Logan thanking him once again.

"No prob dude. Now try skating," He pushed the kid back on the ice and he could tell he was freaking out. Carlos sighed when he saw Logan stumbling again. "Dominant foot!" He shouted and he saw him put his right foot down harder and skate forward.

"Good job!" He sped up so he was now beside him. "You ever been roller skating?"

"Yea," The brunette replied. "Why?'"

"It's just like that, only on ice." After Carlos informed him of the similarities James skated over to the two.

"Hey Carlos, My mom wants me to come home for whatever reason," He growled, sounding very annoyed. "So I have to go but I'm sure Smarty Pants here wouldn't mind giving his boyfriend a ride home." James laughed when they both had a slight blush visable on their faces.

"He's not my boyfriend James," Carlos replied. "But if not I can find a ride somehow."

It was then that Logan spoke up. "It's fine Carlos, I wouldn't mind giving taking you."

"Good then, things are all settled." James pointed out the obvious and turned around to leave. "Oh, and Logan, make sure you take Carlos to your place because his mom is home and there isn't any sex allowed." He teased, earning shouts and protests from both boys.

James smirked, it was always fun to tease the pair when it was completely obvious they liked each other. He hopped into his car and started the engine. He didn't really want to go home but he didn't exactly have a choice.

#-~-#

"Hey mom, what did you want?" He asked rudely, but not caring.

"Honey, this is Kendall," she gestured to the boy sitting next to her. He was blonde and dressed in all black. Emo fag. "I need you to help him unpack his things."

James groaned. He hated this, why couldn't his mom do it? He always had to help the new kids unpack things. His house was sort of a foster home, with the five extra bedrooms, they always had some orphan living here for a few months, trying to get adopted. "Fine mom, which room is his?"

"The one right across from yours, the other two arebeing used by your aunt and cousins this weeked." Oh yeah, James remembered. His family was coming over for thanksgiving, and staying the night since they lived in LA and we live in small town Minnesoda. As for the other two, one was being used by some kid that was off visiting his grandmother (though James didn't see why, the people refused to take him in but he spends his time with them anyway) and the other by one of his best friends, the only foster kid he'd ever liked, Camille. She had lived there since 7th grade, refusing to be adopted by anyone who tried and eventually, people stopped trying. It was obvious she preferred living here in the Diamond house.

"Alright, follow me Kendall." He sighed as he led the kid through the many hallways that made up the giant house. You could practically call it a mansion. James had to stop himself from laughing at the blonde, who was currently staring at the walls in amazement. It was kinda cute. No, not cute. Don't even start James. There is no such thing as crushes or love. It isn't real.

"This is your room," he stated boredly as he pushed open the door that led to the room. It was full of boxes, his mom always had her workers move them in a room before, so the poor orphan kids didn't have to do it themselves. It wasn't fair how she did almost anything for them yet James was practically raising himself. "Do whatever you want with it, hang up posters, nail in pictures, whatever. Just don't destroy the place or anything stupid like that."

James said the same thing he did to all of them. Kendall was just another homeless kid James had to pity. He hated it.

"Thanks," the blonde mumbled quietlyand went to go unpack boxes. James followed, after all, it was his job to help the boy. He walked over to the first box he saw and picked it up.

"Hey, what's in here?" He teased, seeing that the box was labled 'personal stuff.'

Kendall took the box out of his hands. "None of your business." James rolled his eyes and picked up another box. This one was full of blankets and pillows so James threw them onto the empty bed carelessly.

Yet another box and this one was marked 'hockey.' Curious, James opened it up and stared in amazement. The box was full of medal's and trophy's. He picked one up and read the writing engraved on the golden hockey figure. State champion. Not only is he a hockey player, he's really good. Just like Jett. NO! Not like Jett, don't think aout that asshole!

Trying to get his mind off his current thoughts, he placed the trophy's randomly on a shelf. If Kendall didn't like it, he could move them. James layed the meals next to them and went on.

The brunett looked arouned and grabbed a box that was set off to the side all by itself. Not even bothering to read the writing this time, he just opened it. James glanced at Kendall, he was on the other side of the room putting up all his clothes into drawers and hanging them in the closet, paying no attention to the other boy.

James couldn't resist opening up the book and staring at the pictures inside. The first one was a picture of a young boy, who James assumed was Kendall, holding a baby in his arms and smiling at the camera. The caption stated 'Katie's first day.'

He flipped the page and this time, saw Kendall holding a fish in his hands, and a guy who seemed to be Kendall's dad was standing next to him. But James would never know because all Kendall wrote was 'First fishing trip.'

Another page and James was staring at a photo of the blonde sitting on a park bench, petting a small white dog. This one really stuck out to James for two reasons. One was the fact that Kendall was staring straight at the camera and James fell in love with his dazzaling green eyes, they were so beautiful, almost mezmerizing. The secong was that Kendall wasn't smiling. He looked as if he was trying his absolute hardest not to cry and was hanging onto the dog for his life. He didn't know why, but James was determined to find out why Kendall had been so upset that day, when he had smiled in every other photo. And why he would want to have the photo taken if he was in such a bad mood. He looked over at the blonde again, to make sure he wasn't watching, and slipped the photo into his pocket.

He just barely made it to the next photo when Kendall looked his way. "What are you doing?!" He shouted. James flinched and closed the book.

"Ummm, nothing," he whispered, staring innocently at the blonde infront of him who looked pissed. He took the photo album out of James' hands and put it back in the box.

"Uh, Kendall," James started and Kendall just looked at him questioningly. "Umm... Sorry if I - if I made you mad." James mentally slapped himself. What did he care if he did? Not like it mattered.

But Kendall just laughed.

"What?" James crossed his arms and glared at the blonde who was now cracking up.

"You actually apologized!" He said, face red from laughter. "And the look on your face! Oh my god!"

James was blushing from embarasment and blushing. "What is so funny about that?"

"You looked like you thought I was gonna kill you and you were begging for your life! Geez James, I'm not a murderer." He explained, still somewhat giggling.

"Whatever man," James lightly shoved him aside. "But in my defense, all that mascara and black clothing doesn't exactly make you out as friendly. "Well then, Mr. I'm-so-perfect, if you think it is possible to make this," he pointed to himself. "look even better, then go ahead."

"Is that a challenge?" James asked the blonde.

"Maybe it is."

"Alright then, but first I need a picture," James stated, somewhat confusing the blonde.

"Why exactly do you need my picture?"

"Duh," the brunette started, as if the reson was completly obvious. "We need before and after pictures! Just to prove how amazing I am," he then went on to do some sort of jazz hands thing which looked a little odd to Kendall but oh well.

James pulled his phone out of his pocket and Kendall looked at him with slight annoyance. "What? Oh, and you have to smile!"

The blonde rolled his eyes but found himself smiling anyways. He saw the flash of them camera and immediatly dropped his smile. "There, happy?"

"Yep. Hey, you have a pretty smile! You should smile more often!"

Kendall looked at him like he was crazy. "Yeah right. And before this gets any weirder, you should stop staring and go on doing whatever it is you were planning on doing."

James laughed and walked over to Kendall's dresser with an almost cycotic smile on his face. To his suprise, Kendall didn't even have many black shirts. In fact, they were mostly plaid, button-up-shirts which were just as bad as gothic. James rolled his eyes and continued onto the next drawer, which contained nothing but athletic shorts and worn out blue jeans.

"This isn't going to work," he pointed out in frustration. " Were going shopping!"

Kendall looked at him as if he had just grown a second head. "Shopping? Why?"

James rolled his eyes. "Because, if you're going to school tommarow, which I assume you will, you absolutly have to look good on your first day. So get your shoes on and lets go."

Instead of doing that, Kendall laid back on his bed and put his hands behind his head as a pillow. "Can't, don't have any money."

But James wasn't about to give up. No one says no to James Diamond. "I'll pay.

"What? You can't do that."

"Why not?" James retorted. He would pay and he wouldn't let Kendall tell him otherwise.

"Because...you just can't."

"Not a good enough reason."

Kendall still didn't move though. He just looked at James and refused to get up. "Why do you care?"

And for once, James didn't have an answer. Why did it matter to him? He usually hated the kids that came, but for some reson Kendall was different. And James was determined to find out why. Why was he so determined to figure it out? He didn't know. So he simply huffed and turned around.

"Fine then, I guess I dont." He spat the words out harshly as he slammed the door behind him. He changed his mind, he didn't care and he never would.

But as he got back to his bedroom and opened up his phone, the photo of Kendall was still on the screen. He found himself staring at the blonde and noticing every little detail. The fact that Kendall's smile was a fake one, which got him wondering. If his fake smile was this beautiful, then James would love to see his real one. He also noticed the fact that Kendalls eyes were shining as if they were filled with tears. The look was very familiar and that was when James realized something.

He pulled the photo out of his pocket, the one he had taken when Kendall wasn't looking. The look in his eyes was the same one as in the photo James had taken today. He didn't understand, none of this made any sense.

But there was one thing he did know. And that was the fact that living with Kendall wasn't going to be easy.


AUTHORS NOTE:

It is summer break (For me anyways) so that means I will be uploading this story a lot considering I will have nothing better to do. I already have the first half of he next chapter written so who knows, it may even be up tomorrow. I have so many good idea's for this story and I'm hoping you guys will like it even though this first chapter was a little short. I just wanted to get it up and hopefully have someone looking forwards to the next chapter! And just for anyone who is actually reading this, thanks so much! Here is your little sneak peak for the next chapter, which btw, I will have one in the Authors note of every chapter just for those who even bother to read this. Anyways:

"Need some help blondie?" A voice behind him asked and Kendall turned around to see a tall, handsome brunette with chocolate brown eyes and a smile on his face.

"Um, yeah. I'm looking for room 174?"

"History? With Old man Wilson?"

Kendall glanced at his schedule again and nodded, happy that someone was helping him. The guy smiled.

"I'm headed to the same room , you can just follow me," he pointed out. "By the way, I'm Jett. Jett Stetson."

"Kendall Knight," he told him. "The one and only."

There you go! Hope you enjoyed your little sneak peak. It is fun to write those, really is. I like giving cliff hangers and twisted turns of events. It keeps people reading you know? Anyways, and like always, please review?