"James, I'm in a bad mood. Cheer me up." Kendall said as he walked in to see his beloved boyfriend, James Diamond. Kendall loved everything about him, from his soft, feathery brown hair all the way down to his gorgeous feet. But this time, he didn't like what he saw.

On the table was a mirror, a razor and traces of cocaine. "Fuck, James." He said with a sigh as he walked into the bedroom to see James tangled in the sheets with Camille Roberts. "Fuck! James!" he said in a rage. They immediately stopped their dirty task and stared at Kendall. Camille burst out laughing.

"Kendall, care to join us?" James said. This statement made Camille laugh even harder while James giggled at the offer he had just made. It was obvious they were both drunk and had been doing several lines. "Come here, baby. I know what will make you feel better." James got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. He had a little black bag that Kendall had always just assumed to be for his hair products, apparently he had been mistaken. Inside the bag were numerous pill bottles, most of them were almost empty. James looked at each label and finally decided on which one to give to Kendall. "Here, take some of these and you'll be feeling fine in no time." Kendall gazed at the tiny white pills that lay in his hand, he had faced this problem before but that time he caved in and took them and then woke up two days later in New Mexico and somehow naked pictures of him were all over the internet. What could he do? Could he risk losing the best thing that has ever happened to him and not take them, or could he risk everything else and get high.

He slipped the pills in his pocket and walked out of the room without looking back. He heard Camille say through the door "What a fucking buzz killer." Normally if someone said that about him he would turn back and beat their ass up but he didn't even want to look at either of them at that moment.

He was so confused. He hated James but for some odd reason he still loved him and wanted to help him get over his addiction. He needed to talk to someone. That someone was his old flame, Jo.

They had dated a while back, she was the first person that found out Kendall was dating James and she also knew about his 'thing' with Logan. He would be lying if he said he didn't still care about her.

"Kendall!" she said happily when she saw his face, but she instantly knew something was wrong. "What's up?"

"It's James. He's using again. And, he's cheating again." Kendall said in a solemn tone.

"Oh my God! You poor thing." She said embracing him. "He's a dick anyway."

"I know, but I still love him."

"He was your first real love, that's understandable."

"No, you were."

"What?" she was unaware of this. She loved Kendall, even though she knew she could never have him.

"You were my first love, and now I think you're my only friend. You're the only one I can talk to. Did I tell you I fucked things up with Logan, too? Yeah, I cut his eye. Which means he'll tell everyone and turn everyone against me."

"He'll never turn me against you."

"He might. He's very persuasive. Trust me, I know." He said as he thought back to that one incredible night he spent with Logan when James was away.

"I don't think he tricked you into sleeping with him. I know you've always thought he was cute." It was true, he did, but he would never admit it.

"But, I would never do that sort of thing to James. I love him, dammit!"

"Calm down." Jo said in her soft, calming voice. In a way it reminded Kendall of Logan's sweet voice of reason, but he quickly shook him out of his head. He didn't want to think of him. Or James. Or Jo. Or anyone. He ran out of the room in a violent outrage. He didn't know what to do. Should he go back to Jo? Should he go talk to James? Or should he go back and patch things up with Logan, where one thing could possibly lead to another.

Then he remembered an easy way out. The pills in his pocket would let him forget everything. He could finally be free from all of this heartache.