So since I've put a majority of my stories on hold, I wanted to start a new one.
I write a lot of Kames/Cargan, so I'm trying my hand at writing Jagan, and maybe Kenlos. c:
This is just the prologue, and it'll probably be my escape when I'm getting frustrated with Cargan/Kames.
To put it really simply, James Diamond had never been popular. He wasn't unattractive in the slightest. He was just always that silent, shy brunette in the black frames scribbling down notes in math like he was supposed to. But apparently, performing well in school was something to be ridiculed. He never felt welcomed in the halls of his school, all because he was viewed as a nerd, or geek, or whatever. Basically, he wasn't cool. The only thing that could make it worse was if someone opened the door to his closet and pushed him out. Yes, he was gay. And there was this really gorgeous boy named Logan Mitchell, whom James admired from afar. Logan was on the top of the social ladder and could get any girl he wanted with a wink of an eye, while James was at the bottom who couldn't even get an affectionate cat to approach him.
The weird thing was that they were once friends. Yes, the beauty and the geek, once united by their friendship. But that was long gone and they grew apart. And the weirdest thing has got to be that the Mitchells still come by the Diamond estate every Thanksgiving. Every single year. He was forced to sit through hours of torture, every so often taking a glance at the beautiful pale brunette who didn't even acknowledged him. After dinner, Logan would leave the table to talk to James' older brother, Damian, and play video games. James, one who despised video games, had thought about it joining in once or twice, but in the end he never did. He figured since he had never really played video games, he'd just be handing his ass on a platter to his brother and Logan, and that would be embarrassing. He always ended up locking himself in his room to study and listen to music instead. He thought this year would be the same: Logan comes over, they don't really talk but smile and say 'Happy Thanksgiving,' Logan leaves, and they don't share eye contact for the rest of the 364 days of the year.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" the Mitchells shouted from the door as they filed in, carrying platters of covered food.
James' parents and Logan's parents all hugged each other and were chattering excitedly to the kitchen as they prepared for the feast. James was sitting on the couch watching TV, flashing a smile when Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell walked by, but remained silent.
"Hey Loges!" Damian greeted, giving the younger boy a manly hug.
"Hey Damian, happy turkey day!"
James felt a bit jealous that Damian got to hug Logan, but he shook it off and turned his attention back to the TV. The 'Slapsgiving' episode of How I Met Your Mother was playing, and when Marshall stood up to slap Barney in the face, he laughed out loud, louder than he had intended to.
"Oh look, little bro decided to say something today, huh?" Damian joked, plopping down on the couch next to his brother.
James raised an eyebrow. "Well technically, I didn't say anything."
"Well technically, you're a nerd."
Jame sighed and rolled his eyes. "Well technically, you're annoying."
Damian play-punched James in the arm. "Shut up."
James laughed until he saw Logan sit down next to him. He realized he was sitting on the middle cushion, and so Logan had nowhere else to sit but beside him. An alarm started to blare inside his head, and he lost all brain activity. He didn't know what to do but to stand up.
"Um, be right back. I need... water. You guys want anything to drink?"
James was just staring at Damian the entire time. Damian shook his head, his eyes attached to the television.
"Can I get some apple juice?" Logan requested.
James looked away, blushing, and nodded quickly before fleeing the living room. He poured himself a glass of water and Logan his apple juice slowly, taking his sweet time. He slowly made his way back to the living room and handed Logan his glass without making eye contact.
"Thanks, James," he thanked courteously before taking a sip.
James nodded politely and continued to sit on the sofa awkwardly.
"Damian! Can you come here?" someone called from the kitchen.
Damian shot up from his seat ran to the kitchen, and James felt his heartbeat beginning to pick up pace. Why in the world did his mom need Damian's help the only fucking time Logan sat next to him?
There was a bit of a thick tension, despite the fact the TV was still on, but it was surprisingly broken by Logan.
"So, um, how's life?" Logan asked.
James shrugged. "G-good, I guess."
Logan nodded slowly, still staring at the television. James tried to focus on the episode, but he was paying more attention to the boy in his peripheral vision than the show.
God he looks cute in that black jacket and red scarf!
Finally after what seemed like hours, their parents announced that the dinner was ready, so they headed towards the dining table and sat down across from each other like they usually did. They said their prayers, although James wasn't really into religion, and began to eat.
He quickly went through his meal, and as soon as he was done, he did what he always did—excuse himself and head up to his room to study and listen to music. He ran upstairs and closed the door, taking his homework out and plugging his iPod into his iHome dock. He pressed play and Foster the People's I Would Do Anything For You filled his tidy room.
James flung himself onto his bed and began to do his AP Biology homework while belting the lines, since everyone else was still downstairs.
"Never wanna stand up for myself. Never wanna get in the way, I said it," he started of more quietly, distracted by his bio homework, which was reading about how DNA replicates. When he realized he knew most of this information, he put down his pencil and rolled on his back, continuing to sing.
"Ooh la la, I've fallen in love, and it's better this time than ever before. Ooh la la, I've fallen in love, and it's better this time than I've ever known."
James wishes he could find the love that Mark Foster had found in this song. He closed his eyes and was lost in his own daydreams of finding the perfect guy until he let the music blasting from his iPod consume him and drift him to sleep.
Haha I was listening to Foster the People when I wrote that part. :) They're kind of amazing. Anyway, hope you liked it and my shifter + enter bullshit isn't working. KAY reviews are fun.