Yo yo, what up my peeps! =P
If you may or may not know me, I'm sorry about being absent for so long. It's just been one big writers block that I couldn't go over, but I've come back for the season to write a Christmas fic
I'd like to say a very Merry Christmas to everyone, and this is my Christmas gift to you so I hope you enjoy it =D I just love Christmas!
Title: A Kames-mas Carol
Pairings: Kames/Cargan
Summary: An adaptive BTR slash story from Charles Dicken's 'A Christmas Carol'; Kendall has had nothing but bad Christmases and it causes tension between his friends and family. Maybe he's taken it a bit too far this year, so Kendall must be visited by three ghosts of Christmas.
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A Kames-mas Carol
Once upon a time, the Christmas Spirit descended down onto the small town of Hollywood, spreading joy and peace among the civilians of the small LA town. Everywhere you look spectacles of reds, greens and whites graced the streets in brightly lit decorations. The festive season filled the hearts of children as they grew merry in the celebration. The feeling continued to drift by, even to the Palm Woods Resort that lay in the outskirts of the city.
The resort, which was managed by a Grinch-y hotel manager, was being decked out by lots of decorations hanging loosely above the guests. While opposed to this kind of arrangement, his sense of power was cut down by a higher authority, as Regional Manager Taylor had wanted, and was willingly funding, to decorate the hotel to fit with the festive season. Still standing by his grouchy attitude, Mr Bitters the manager had let the thirteen year old girl, Katie Knight, to do all the decorating herself, giving no care to design. However, she herself was busy at this time, needing to buy a multitude of gifts for her friends, family, acquaintances, and even her enemies. In fact, all of them needed to. All except her older brother, Kendall, who had his presents bought, wrapped and ready to sit under the tree.
So with all his friends out buying presents, Kendall had offered to decorate the lobby to occupy his friendless time. As he finished hanging up the silver tinsel, he smiled at the shiny decoration and lived in the moment. Kendall loved celebrating occasions with his family and friends together, giving them all a reason to stick together. But behind that cheery exterior, he felt resentment for the Christmas holiday. He wouldn't go far to say he hated Christmas, but he had a distaste for the season. The reason behind this lead back to a younger form of the blonde boy, during one Christmas day where his joyful feelings were replaced by those of lament and sadness, due to a deceased loved one. His father had died right before Christmas, so he grew a disliking to the holiday. There was always something bad happening to him right before the holiday.
The boy still loved celebrating, however, he couldn't let a past event hinder his enjoyment, and the necessity of togetherness. That's why he still offered to help decorate the lobby. Once every little piece was placed, he saw leftovers in the box of decorations. Apartment 2J could always use some sprucing up.
"Hey, Mr Bitters. Is it okay if I take the rest of this stuff to decorate our apartment?" Kendall questioned when he saw the manager step out from his office.
"Sure, whatever. Less stuff to deal with." Bitters answered, paying no mind to the box of decorations. Kendall looked at him strangely, before hefting up the box and making his way back to the apartment. Just before taking his steps to the elevators, his best friend, James entered the Palm Woods alone. It was strange to see him alone, since Kendall thought he was out with the rest of the crew.
"Hey James, how come you're back so soon?" Kendall greeted with a warm smile. James gave back a small and shy smirk and made his way over to greet Kendall.
"Ah, I didn't tell you guys but I already bought presents for everyone and I didn't feel like hanging around the mall anymore. Especially if I'm by myself, since no one wanted me to find out what my presents were early." James answered. Kendall thought it was similar to his excuse. But at least he didn't feel alone now.
"Besides, I had some things to do back here. Actually, Kendall could I talk to you for a second?" James looked nervous when he said this. Kendall eyed him curiously, but brushed it off. He set the box down and went over to him.
"Sure, what's up?" Kendall wondered, thinking about what had James so anxious.
"Um, its a bit personal.." James whispered. Kendall looked around for a secretive place. Kendall pointed to the pool huts outside, and James agreed. Together, they walked to a vacant one, and pulled the curtains behind them. It was just them two alone, in a small room, where all spoken words remain in that tiny space. Thinking about that made James feel even more nervous about doing this.
"Okay, Kendall," James stammered, breathing out harshly and fixating his eyes to the floor, "I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, and I just figured now would be a good time to because of the season but uh," James puffed out that long sentence and took another shallow breath.
"Kendall, I like you. N-not just in a friendship way, but.." James just stopped talking then, and when he elevated his eyes up to meet Kendall's, he knew that Kendall knew what he meant. If any clear indication, with Kendall's widened eyes, his dropped mouth, and ceaseless actions, Kendall had made the right connections. And it shocked him.
"K-Kendall..? A-Are you okay? You don't have to.." James really didn't want to deal with this part of the moment, feeling the tension and the anxiety of the response he could only wish to get. And frankly, for Kendall, he didn't feel much for it either. He just knew something bad was going to happen this Christmas, it was just tradition. Kendall was awaiting for this moment to just past by, and not care for it. But when it involves his best friend, his friend that meant something close to him, he started to panic.
"No, James. This is great! I mean this is just peachy. I was just waiting for this moment, y'know?" Kendall spouted with fits of giggles in between, looking madly with craze. James grew worried, and all the more heart broken.
"I mean, just one moment you're decorating the halls with boughs of holly, then the next, your best friend comes up to you and wants to kiss you under the mistletoe, I mean, what are the odds, huh?"
"Kendall, I don't-"
"No, this is just fabulous. As if I didn't have enough Christmas stress to worry about.." Kendall's long and loud rant started to dim down, and the rage was starting to seethe. But that hurt, and crushed look on Kendall's face diminished all hope from James.
"Kendall, just calm down. I wasn't asking for anything. I just thought you should know."
"I know, James." Kendall smoothed out the expression on his face, "I'm not mad at you, I just.. I need some time to think over this okay. I'm sorry I went off at you, I just...want to be alone right now." Kendall didn't even look at James, but picked up the box of decorations and marched out of the hut, taking long strides back to the apartment, where he knew he would be alone. That left James along in the hut, the melodrama drawing attention of everyone to James, who decided he wanted to be alone as well. He shut the doors right before tears started to fall.
Kendall stormed in the apartment, bring with him the tension of the drama that easily filled the atmosphere of the room. He dropped the box and decided to sleep it off. He entered the room that he and James shared. The drawn blinds letting the shadows cover the room, a comfortable setting for slumber settling in. Kendall didn't even bother changing into some comfy clothes, he just flopped right into bed. He laid there thinking about the dire situation that has happened.
He may have just lost his best friend over this stupid little fight. As much as it pained for him to think so, and to suffer the inevitable curse of Christmas, he may have lost something special and crucial to him. He just couldn't get James out of his mind ever since that moment, and it didn't help that he was facing James' side of the room. Eventually, just lying there on his warm, cozy bed soon enveloped sleep's hold and he slowly drifted behind his eyelids.