A/N: I was reading givesmehope and that website always makes me want to write so this is what came out of one of them. Then I just decided to post this as a ficlet series for whenever I want to write some Kames without working on one of my big stories.
This particular ficlet is rated T for mention of suicide and one swear word.
"Kendall, I'm done."
Those were three words Kendall Knight did not expect to hear after answering his phone at 3am. Had it not been for the morbid exhaustion in his friend's voice he wouldn't have known what the other boy meant. But he knew exactly what he meant and his heart stopped. He couldn't lose James, wouldn't lose James.
"James, look, this isn't the right answer," he ventured tentatively, unsure what he could/should say. Were there even words to use in this situation? He surely couldn't find any. He prayed he could think of something because he just might die himself if he lost his best friend.
"Well I'm sick of looking for answers and this is the easiest way to make it stop," he heard his best friend sob, and the sound was like a knife to his own heart. He was sitting up in bed now, alert to his friend's overwhelming pain. "I just want it to stop, Kendy."
"I know Jamesy," he murmured back, desperately, praying these words were making some sort of difference, any amount whatsoever. "I know it hurts and this seems like the answer but just...come over and we can figure something out. Let me help you, please."
"I can't," James muttered, stifling another sob. "I've made up my mind Kendall. I can't do this anymore. Everyday, it's the same shit and I'm done putting up with it."
Those particular words set something off within him and he found himself sliding out of bed, slipping on his shoes and running out of the house. He stayed on the phone with James the whole time he was running, letting any hopefully comforting words slip from his lips even as he was panting from the physical effort of running. Sprinting was more accurate to describe him as he made his way to James' house. He wasn't going to let James kill himself. He knew it sounded selfish but he couldn't live without James.
He dismissed James' curiosity towards his lack of breath and continued on rambling off any words he knew that would keep James from ending his life. He told the other boy how much he meant to him and how he would die if James killed himself.
"Please don't leave me Jamesy," he whispered, tears spilling down his face as he climbed over the balcony outside James' room. Panting harshly, he knocked on the glass frantically.
His heart almost stopped again when the line went silent for a few seconds and there was no sign of James' safety. Luckily, another few seconds passed and James was pulling back the curtains, tears streaming down his now confused face.
He slid the window open and Kendall climbed in immediately, ignoring James' questions of what he was doing there as he wrapped his arms around his friend, holding him tight. He expected James to push him away, rambling off something about having made up his mind and there was nothing he could do to stop him. He never expected his friend to just break down in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably as he clung to him desperately. Kendall rubbed soothing patterns over his back, whispering soft encouragements to him.
He pulled back slightly, tilting James' downcast gaze up. Locking eyes with his tear-filled, puffy brown ones, he cupped each of the other's cheeks, focusing and keeping his gaze locked with him. He spoke softly but firmly. "I am here for you James and we are going to get through this. Together."
The night ended with the two of them scrunched into James' bed, huddled together, James' head lying on his chest. He was playing with the other's soft hair. The only sound in the room was his soft, steady singing, soon accompanied by James' soft, steady breathing. He thanked whatever god existed that's how the night ended and that it didn't end with his friend ended his life.