A/N: Hiya everyone. So, as I said in the author's note on the iPod challenge, I've decided to take all my random plot themes and make a collection. Seems to be the thing to do now-a-days and it's the easiest way for me to deal with the, currently, twelve plot themes I have written in a notebook. So I'll start off with one that isn't in the notebook.

Hooray for plot bunnies.

I still own nothing, just saying.


Mine

"Hey Kendall, why are you wearing James' scarf? You know we're back in L.A., it's like a hundred degrees outside." Damn Logan and his ability to spot everything without even trying.

I knew this would happen. As soon as I saw it I knew there was no way to hide it from Logan. But I was still proud of it. And it gave Kendall a reason to wear something of mine, and how could I tell him no?

"Uh, have you seen the fashion magazines lately? Everyone wear scarves, and they wear them all year." Oh Kendall, if only you thought more about what you were saying before you said it out loud. I swear, how Jo ever missed some of your hints is beyond me.

"Dude, did you just cite a fashion magazine?" Again, Logan catches everything. "Since when do you look at those things? That's always been James' thing."

"Well, you try not reading them sometimes with him sitting in your lap." Right, that was a good point. Even now I'm lying with my head in his lap, face hidden behind one of my beloved magazines as the four of us sit on the couch in front of the television. Way to go Kendall!

"Uh huh, what's the real reason?" This may be harder to get out of than we thought.

Kendall pauses for a moment, unsure what to say. He reaches for the scarf, but my hand beats him to it. I hold on to both ends, making sure no one could take it off him. I stare at him, my eyes dark, my Don't you even dare face, or bitchface as the guys now call it, already set and ready for his question.

We can't hide it forever his eyes say. Oh like hell we can't, I stare back. He blushes and looks at my hands, still around my scarf, tightening it around his neck. It's not a leach, you know.

"Earth to James and Kendall, we're still here," Carlos yelled from the other end of the couch. Kendall was still unsure of what to do, but I figured he was right. But if there's one thing I refuse to do, it's to admit that he was right.

"Fine," I sigh, "here's the real reason." With that I let go of one end of the scarf, and with the other, pull it from around Kendall's neck.

"OH MY GOD! Kendall, what happened?" Carlos and Logan asked together. And that's what I was afraid of. Thankfully only Kendall can see my blush. This is going to be so awkward. "James, what is THAT?"

"Hmmsmmnn," was all I could manage. The magazine had fallen against my face as I pulled the scarf off. Logan leaned over and ripped it from my hands, revealing my still flushed face. I attempted not to look at Logan, but I knew he was staring at me.

"What was that James?" How he can be so commanding when he talks amazes me. So small but always the reasonable voice of the four of us.

"I said 'He's mine.' "

And now everyone knows. The perfect bite mark, a full circle just below Kendall's left ear, was all the proof anyone needed.


Glad I got that off my mind. Strange, how things randomly decide to plague you. Beware the random possessive streak. But yea, I've always wanted to do that. Gogo random kink?