Sorry, I should be working on my stories but this idea got stuck in my head so I wanted to write a mini-fictet on it. It has no connection to my other stories.

It's inspired by "Jar or Hearts" by Christina Perri but is not based on the song.

ABSTRACT: Kendall watches James come home every night after a date carrying another jar but it's not the right one. One-sided Kames, Kendall's POV

Jars of heart

Kendall's POV

It's the same every night. At 5:00 I would sit on my porch leaning against the railing watching the door of the house across the street. It gets dark in Minnesota early, probably because we are higher north but I wouldn't know. All I knew was James would come through those doors every night when the sun goes down.

There he was walking out the door in a leather jacket, dark washed skinnies and a pair of sunglasses which made no sense to wear at night but he looked good.

"Hi Kendall!" He waved at me. The same wave, three strokes in the air follow by a brisk run to my porch to ask the same question. "No date tonight?"

I gave a sigh. "Nope. I like sitting here just breathing alone." I lied, hoping one day he will catch me and break the cycle.

"That's no fun Kendall." He responded messing my hair and lightly nudging me. "Wait I got to go. I promised Jenny, the one that has a crush on me for five year, a date tonight. So… bye Kendall."

"Bye James." I waved back.

It's the same everyday, a new date every night with a girl that has an X-year long crush. His date would be the same too: two hours at the same diner, an hour walk in the park holding hands and two hours sitting on her porch talking ending with an exchange of gifts. James always gives her a kiss and she always gives her heart hoping that it is enough for another date. But that never happens. Another night, another date.

But James is not the only one with a monotonous cycle. I have one too. 5:00, I wait to have our 5 minute chat before he runs to his date. And the next two hours I eat diner and shower follow by homework for an hour, ending with lying on my bed hugging my chest until 10:00 when I would go back and sit on my porch. I would wait for James to walk home.

And there he is, striding to my porch looking handsome as always. He jokingly leans on me earning the usual chuckle.

"I take it the date went well?" I asked knowing the answer.

"Eh, same old same old," He answers with his typical response. "I just date to date."

"Tearing love apart?" I asked experiencing déjà vu.

"What you call tearing, I call collecting."

"Another jar of heart?"

"Exactly." He laughs. "But I haven't found the one jar yet so I'm going to collect until then."

"You're going to catch a cold."

"Nope. I'm used to the night's chilly air."

From the ice inside your soul. "I hope you find your special jar soon."

"Thanks Kendall. So I won't be tearing love apart?"

"Sure James." I frowned knowing James will never notice.

He stood up and stretched. "Bye Kendall. I'm going home and put away another one before I catch a cold."

"Bye James." I replied watching him run across the street.

I sighed feeling the same unbroken cycle again. Every night, the same cold inducing air. Every night, the exactly same talks on the porch. Every night, he carries another jar home.

But every night, it's never my jar.

I hope you like it. This idea has been haunting me since "Glee" made a version of the song lol. Please review.