Warning: This contains slash. Kendall/James slash. Please skip to a chapter without slash or leave now if you do not enjoy slash.

A/N: I deleted this, yes, at first, but it was too precious to me to forget, so I re-uploaded it and am using this story as a one-shot archive because I absolutely hate single-chaptered works on my list of works. It doesn't look appealing, so I'll just make it a big, gargantuan collection of one-shots for your fan's enjoyment.

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The time when we ate cookies together.

The clouds were painted a dull gray, while I sat at the window seat on the school bus. Drops of rain smoldered the window, as I watched them race down the glass surface. My best friend, Kendall, sat with his legs sticking out in the aisle as I watched him laugh to a joke about penises to our friend Carlos behind us, as he started to sputter more to follow up on that inappropriate comment. Kendall was like that, always so confident, carefree. And I, at thirteen years old, was quirky, tall, and skinny, nothing like perfect-height-perfect-body hockey player Kendall.

(I played hockey too, let's get that fact straight, but it was Kendall who was truly dedicated.)

I just kept watching him silently, dreamily looking into his dirty blond hair, as it shook around whenever he'd laugh. I realized this sudden crush for him when we were twelve years old when I figured out that I liked boys the way every other boy my age liked girls. He was the one who I looked up to when the other kids made fun of me for wanting to be a singer or wearing my hair the way I did. Was there something wrong with long, brown hair? I didn't see any difference between mine and every other brunette's, and apparently neither did Kendall, because he'd sock anybody who said any different's face in.

"What's the matter?" he asked, as I was hypnotized into his eyes, taking a break from all the laughter.

"Oh, um, nothing." I was released back into reality, as I shook my head around, looking back at the window, watching the leaves race past the background, the rain pour by the bucket load. I was praying to God he wouldn't find out that I was looking at him this entire time, with the eyes of desire like I always have. If he (or anyone) found out about this crush, I'd by minced into tomorrow's lunch.

"Nah, there was something. James, what was it?" He directed my name in a sincere way. What did he know that I didn't know he knew? If that question makes sense at all.

"You just look so…never mind." I didn't have the courage to say anything about the way I felt about him. I came close that time, and just approaching the thought of telling him made my heart race and my stomach backflip.

"James…" I was instructed, in that there's-something-up-and-I-want-to-know-about-it tone of voice that I hated to receive from him.

"You just looked really…cute." I mumbled under breath, praying he didn't hear me.

"I... what?" He looked at me with a confused and breath taken look. He heard me, he just wasn't clear what I meant. "James... are you...? You can't really... can you? No, you can't... but... James..." Then he started to look annoyed.

"Kendall?"

He gave no response, just an angry glare in my direction, then adjusted his head frontward to meet the vision of the front of the bus. I turned away, almost about ready to burst into tears. He turned to look dead ahead for the whole duration of the bus ride, and when my stop came, I bolted for the door. That look of utter terror, sheer embarrassment he had on just left me like I was the biggest pile of shit in the world.

I was running off the steps of the bus when I tripped over myself and went landing for the sidewalk, the entire bus laughing at me. The cement slammed against my head, and boom, I was gone. I remembered Kendall and only Kendall from that moment on, but what I remembered most vividly was the day Kendall and I met in kindergarten.

"My name's Kendall."

"I'm James."

"That's a pretty name."

"Thanks. Hey do you want to come over my house today? I have cookies!"

And that was how it all started. On a rainy day, two boys meet and pig out on cookies. And I realized that he was all I wanted to see, but I was everything he didn't want to see. And that made me want to sleep forever. I awoke on a hospital bed who knows how long later. A headband of gauze was wrapped around my head, and I looked over to the mirror beside my bed in the cold, lonely hospital room. First thing I thought of myself when I saw the bandanna-gauze? Bandannas are cool.

But the first word I muttered was, "Kendall..." As much as it should have been 'bandannas.'

A new voice in the room sputtered, "Hm? Oh, James, thank God..." Quickly I turned to my opposite direction to find Kendall there, waking up from a nap.

"Kendall?" Tears began to pour form my eyes, just like the rain outside my window. Wait a minute... rain...

"You were gone for three hours, man." He looked at me with his deep blue eyes, and I saw the little Kendall sitting there, offering me a Chips Ahoy cookie, like the first day we met.

I cried more, remembering what I told him just three hours ago on the bus. "The bus... I..." I stammered through my deep breaths.

"I realize something now, after you said that."

I look up, bracing myself for the worst. I already fell off the bus, I've got nothing to lose, so I bother on listening to what he has to say. Maybe it would be better if I accepted the truth and unfortunate events all at the same time.

"I... I think you look cute, too."

That made my heart race, as he slowly inched up towards the bed and laid a soft kiss on my lips. I couldn't feel the pain in my head anymore, all of the bad luck didn't matter, because Kendall liked me back, and that's all I've wanted since I met him. He looked at me with a short smile, some caring blue eyes, and a set of pink cheeks, so I pulled him back in for another kiss, remembering the time of the cookies once again.

After letting go of the kiss, he simply said, "So, James."

"So, Kendall." I beamed.

"You want to come over my house later? I have cookies."

My grin was even wider now, suddenly craving some Chips Ahoy cookies. "I'd love to."