Kendall patted his back pocket. "Good, wallet's still there." He approached James in the Palm Woods Park. "Hey, James."

"Hey, Kendall." His hair was looking as perfect as it always did when he flashed Kendall a thousand-watt smile.

"Uh, ya ready?" Kendall held out his arm, and James took it.

"Yeah, finally! It took me an hour to get my hair this perfect!"

"James, you hair always looks 'that perfect'."

"Aw, thanks, doll." James shot Kendall another white smile. Kendall couldn't help but blush at 'doll'. He nodded, looking down at the ground as they walked.

"Where are we going?" James asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh, ice cream."

"Oh, yeahh!" James shot a fist into the air, obviously excited about ice cream. Kendall smiled shyly. He approaced the ice cream man, and handed him two dollars.

"Two, single scoop vanillas, please."

"Ya want sprinkles on that?" His gruff voice sounded disapproving. His facial expression didn't help, either.

"Just on one."

The man eyed Kendall funny, but looked at James funnier. The pretty boy smiled at the man as he handed Kendall the two ice cream cones.

"Here ya go." He then muttered something under his breath, but Kendall didn't pay attention. The man, whose nametag read 'Tim', glared at the pretty boy and his blonde, awkward friend as he said it.

"Here you go, James." He walked over to the table James was sitting at and handed him the plain vanilla. He stared at it as Kendall enjoyed his own, sprinkle-covered vanilla ice cream cone.

"Maybe I wanted sprinkles on mine, too." He stole a lick of Kendall's ice cream and smiled. "Okay, I'm better now."

Kendall's face was bright red. His mouth was agape, his green eyes wide open. James laughed, pulling a compact out of his pocket. Kendall stared at himself in it and burst out laughing.

"Jesus Christ, I'm a wreck!"

"No," James reached a hand across the table to hold Kendall's. "You're just fine. You look cute when you're flustered." He smiled, setting his compact on the table and licking his ice cream.

"A compact, now? What about your mirror?"

"Too big to carry around. This is convenient."

"James, that thing's for girls."

"'Haters Gonna Hate'." He laughed. Kendall took another lick of ice cream, leaving some behind on his face. "You've got some...ice cream on your face." James leaned over the table and kissed Kendall lightly. His tongue darted out every once in a while to lick away the ice cream. Kendall's eyes were wide open in shock, but he was soon able to kiss back when James' confidence rubbed off on him. James licked his bottom lip, and Kendall opened up his mouth a little more. James' tongue rubbed up against Kendall's, and he could feel the coldness of the ice cream. Their kiss was interrupted when they heard screaming. They looked to see someone running away.

"Is that...Logan?" He cocked a dark, thick eyebrow.

"Nahh, I bet he's fine." James reassured him, rubbing circles into the back of his hand. Kendall didn't see it, but James cringed at the mention of Logan. He had asked James out only and hour ago, and he had rejected him for Kendall. He knew Logan was hurt; his face had clearly shown it. "Uh, thanks for the ice cream." He got up and kissed Kendall's cheek. He sped-walked away towards the Palm Woods Pool to go clear his mind.

"Um, yeah, no problem. I'll...see you later." Kendall said as James got farther away.

"Yeah, totally!" James yelled as he walked out of earshot.

Meanwhile, Kendall had gotten up and thrown the remainder of his ice cream away. "What was that?" He threw his hands in the air, looking in the direction James left. He cocked an eyebrow at no one, then turned around and walked away.

Back at the ice cream parlor, Tim was scrubbing ice cream dishes. He looked at the blonde as he left. "Faggots," he snorted.