Well, here's chapter 2 :P hope you like it!

"Kendall, are you done yet?" James asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"No!"

"But I wanna brush my teeth!" James whined. "I feel like I swallowed a fuzzball!"

"Come in then! I'm decent!"

James wasn't sure whether to believe him or not, but he opened the door and walked in. Kendall was standing in front of the mirror above the sink, humming as he squirted some blue washout dye onto his hand from a plastic tube, before sliding his hands up through his hair and rubbing it in. Some blue streaks through his bangs, some blue splotched along the back and the sides, one or two over the top. James watched the whole procedure, slightly fascinated. Kendall washed the dye off his hands and stepped aside to give James room. "Go on, I'm not stopping you."

James stepped forward and reached for his toothbrush, watching as Kendall held up a black eyeliner pencil and started smudging under his eye and over the tips of his eyelids. "You must have steady hands," James commented, his mouth full of frothy toothpaste. So it came out as complete gibberish.

"You look rabid or something," Kendall giggled.

James spat into the sink. "Thanks, blondie."

Kendall turned and walked to the shelf on the opposite wall, standing on his toes and grabbing his little zip up pouch. James tried not to take to much notice when his tight black v neck rode up and he saw the neon blue thong peeking out from under his white skinny jeans. He took down the pouch, putting the eyeliner and hair dye back in before leaving the bathroom. James sighed and went back to brushing his teeth.

Should've figured he'd be dressed like that. He'd just left a relationship. It was moving-on-to-bigger-dicks day. And it happened every time Kendall and a boyfriend ended their relationship. Sometimes, Kendall would go around, looking to see if there was anyone he could get over the latest boy toy with. Other times, a guy or two would pretty much be lined up at the door, ready for rebound sex. It happened every time, without fail. James wondered who it would be this time. Maybe the guy working on the construction sight by block 3, he'd seen him and Kendall making those eyes at each other once . . . he could've been Kendall's type. Tall, dark . . . though he had a beard, James wasn't sure if Kendall went for those. Probably felt all scratchy and weird when you kissed them.

Did Kendall even have a type?

When he'd finished in the bathroom, James went into the living room to watch tv with Carlos. After a while negotiating earlier that morning, they had decided to split up the packing evenly. They would all pack their own stuff, then Carlos and James would take care of everything in Brooke's room, Kendall would take care of all the stuff in the kitchen and Logan would pack up anything else lying around. They needed a lot of cardboard boxes for their packing, so Logan had immediately volunteered and gone to get some from the supermarket. He probably couldn't wait to get away from them, even if it was only for a little while.

Kendall was sprawled out on the armchair, face buried in a book as he read intently. He wasn't sure exactly how it was possible, but Kendall was actually pretty intelligent. And he liked to read a lot. Right now he was absorbed in 'Catching Fire', biting his lip as his eyes skimmed over the pages. Probably fantasising about Finnick Odair fucking him against a jungle tree or something. Or maybe Beetee; he did tend to have a thing for older people. Maybe his type was just guys over eighteen—

Then there was a knock on the door. When neither Carlos nor Kendall budged, James sighed and got up to answer it. Wayne Dooley stood outside the door, clad in his usual black clothing, silver rings in place on his fingers as usual. Wayne was just eighteen, as far as James knew. And not a very bad guy, if he was honest. Well, his life choices weren't great, but he wasn't a bad person.

"Hey," Wayne greeted, trying to appear friendly and cute. Sort of. "Jason, right?"

"James," James corrected with a sigh.

"Right, sorry. Is Kendall around?"

Of course. James gritted his lip. The temptation to say no was overwhelming. It really, really was—

"Wayne, hi!"

Dammit. James reluctantly stopped away from the door as Kendall walked over, green eyes glinting. Carlos got up and walked up to James, he turned and raised his eyebrows at him. Carlos gave a disgusted sigh. "The bigger dick has arrived," he murmured. James had to bite his lip to ensure he didn't laugh.

"Hey, Kendall," Wayne grinned, leaning against the doorframe casually. "How are you doing?"

"Oh." Kendall gave a long sigh. "I'm alright, I guess. But I miss Dak."

Carlos rolled his eyes.

"That's too bad," Wayne cooed, stepping inside the door and resting a hand on Kendall's waist. "You know, if you ever need someone to lean on, I'm here for you."

Oh, for goodness sake! James sighed. As if it wasn't obvious that Wayne was suggesting more than a 'shoulder to lean on'. But the worst thing was probably that Kendall knew this. And he played it up as much as he could.

"That's so sweet," Kendall grinned, lifting a hand up and resting it on Wayne's bicep. "You're such a great guy. How are you single?"

"Oh, you know. I like to play." Wayne gave a nonchalant shrug. "I hear you like to play too."

"And who gave you that idea?" Kendall asked innocently, batting his eyelashes up at him and giggling.

"A few people, here and there." Wayne smirked. "Well? You up for anything with me?"

And this was the killer move. When Kendall's lips pouted, his eyes widened and he said in this cutesy, innocent little voice, "I don't know." This was the line that drove them all crazy. It made them wild for the chase. Not that they really need to do too much chasing.

Carlos turned to James and made very convincing vomiting gestures. James chuckled, before turning to call Kendall, "Don't forget you need to pack up all the kitchen stuff!"

"I know!" Kendall replied, waving him off and still smiling at Wayne. "I'll take care of it later."

James grabbed Carlos's arm and dragged him back to the living room, sitting down in front of the tv. "Let's wait until Logan gets back with the boxes, and then we'll start packing," he suggested.

Carlos grunted in response, changing the channel to an ancient episode of Friends.

James turned to watch, knowing Carlos didn't feel like talking. Which was fine. James didn't even know why he was so into talking lately, about feelings or their school or their home lives or whatever shit it was. He really needed to stop that. Nobody wanted to hear it.

"I'm back!" Logan called, walking past Kendall and Wayne with arms full of cardboard boxes stacked and piled together. He dumped them on the floor of the kitchen and slumped back down on the living room, picking up one of his medical journals.

Grabbing a few boxes, James and Carlos went into Brooke's room, taking her clothes out of the drawers and dumping them on the bed, ready for packing. "What do we have to leave out?" Carlos checked. "Some clothes for the night, and something for tomorrow. Is that it?"

James nodded. "As far as I know . . . if she needs anything else, she can take it out later."

They finished emptying out her drawers, piling up all the clothes on the bed. They started with shoes, and then all of Brooke's tights and socks, then all her jeans and trousers. One box full. She had a lot of clothes. And when the clothes were packed, they moved on to her possessions. Magazines, and jewellery, and a couple of books . . .

Carlos picked up a magazine, his jaw dropping. "James! Look at this!"

James walked over. "What?" He glanced at the cover. "It's a mothercare magazine. So what?"

Carlos chuckled. "I guess it's been so long since you were a baby she's forgotten how to do everything."

"What are you talking about?"

Carlos flicked thought the magazine. "Look, it's all about advice on pregnancy and dealing with a newborn kid added to your family . . ."

"So what? That doesn't mean anything," James replied uncertainly.

"Look at the date on it, you dumbass!" Carlos thrust the cover on his face. "She bought this last month. Why would she only recently buy a magazine about pregnancy and newborn children? Use your brain, Diamond!"

James thought about it for a second. Then his eyes widened. "Oh my God. She's pregnant!"

Carlos clapped slowly, expression dull. "Congratulations." He tossed the magazine aside. "Well, now we know why she's moving us, don't we? So there's space for her new kid."

James facepalmed. "Why would she have another kid?" he groaned. "I mean, it was crazy enough that she adopted you three weirdos—"

"Hey, that's offensive! But I totally agree." He sighed. "Should we tell the others?"

"I guess so. Maybe we should have a family meeting or something. Isn't that what they do on tv?"

"Yeah, I guess we're considered a family." Carlos left the room and James followed him, walking down the hall to Kendall and Logan's room. "Hey, skank and geek!" Carlos called, opening the door.

Instantly James groaned, blocking his eyes and looking away. Because what he'd seen in that second wasn't something he wanted to see again. There was Wayne, lying spread-eagled on the bed, with Kendall seated in his lap, hands on his own cheeks to pull them apart as he rode Wayne's dick. They stopped their movements when Carlos and James came in, Kendall looking over his shoulder at them.

Carlos glared at him. "You whore!"

"Whatever." Kendall rolled his eyes. "Can't you guys leave? We're in the middle of something here."

"We're having an important family meeting," James explained, still shielding his eyes from the scene. Ok, maybe he wasn't a stranger to this himself, but he didn't wanna see it happening in his own apartment! And not with Kendall either . . . ick.

"Give me ten minutes," Kendall sighed, giggling when Wayne's large hands moved to squeeze his hips and rock him forward lightly.

"We'll start without you," Carlos threatened, apparently completely unfazed by what was happening.

"Five, then! Come on, please?"

Carlos scoffed. "You're unbelievable."

Kendall turned to look at James, bottom lip jutting forward in a pout. "Jamie?"

James slowly moved his hands down from his face. He tried not to look at the dick Kendall was sitting on. He took a look at Kendall's face, groaning internally when he saw those big, watery green eyes and those pouty lips. Dammit . . . "Fine. Five minutes. I'll be timing you!"

He quickly pushed Carlos out of the room and shut the door, just as Kendall started sliding up and down again and whimpering out Wayne's name.

"Why do you have to give in whenever he asks you something?" Carlos demanded.

James turned to grin sheepishly at him. "Hey, at least those two are closer in age."

Carlos rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He walked into the living room and fetched Logan, and they all walked into his and James's room. James sat on the bed, while Logan simply sat by the wall and zoned right out again. Carlos stayed standing, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

A few minutes later and Kendall walked into the room, Carlos sighing in disgust. Kendall was wearing a massive navy blue sweater, that thankfully covered him up. Just about. No pants. He sat down in the chair by James's desk. "Seriously, Kendall?" Carlos sighed.

"Well I wanted to make sure I got here on time," Kendall shrugged. "I had to wait for Wayne to get dressed, then let him out. Didn't have time for pants."

James glanced at his watch. "It's only been three minutes," he said, puzzled.

"Oh." Kendall gave a smirk. "I work fast, what can I say?"

James rolled his eyes. "Right, time to commence the family meeting." He turned to Carlos.

Carlos held out the magazine, tossing it on the floor so they could all see it. "We found this in Mom's room."

Kendall's eyes widened as he looked at it. "She's pregnant?" He burst out laughing. "Well, that was dumb."

"Hey!" James snapped.

"It was! What's she doing having another kid when she already has the four of us?" Kendall sighed, poking the magazine with his foot. "It's so fucking stupid. She moves us all away from what we know because she decided 'Hey, forget the condom! I have room for one more!'"

"Don't be such a bitch," Carlos snapped.

"I'm just being honest. You know we're all thinking it," Kendall shrugged, stretching and yawning.

"Close your legs, will you," Carlos snapped.

"They are closed, sweetie. Just one quick question. Why are you looking there?" Kendall asked with a smirk.

He was just teasing, of course, but Carlos immediately took the bait. "Oh my god, just go get dressed and stop with this slutty act! How can you not have time for pants?!"

Completely unfazed, Kendall just laughed and replied, "They take some time to put on, Carlos. They're not the loosest of clothing."

Carlos couldn't help laughing. "Well they wouldn't be, trying to squish them up over your fat ass thighs, skank."

He was joking. And Kendall was joking. But instead of making a witty retort, Kendall kicked the magazine across the floor and stood up. "I'm gonna go pack." The door slammed shut after him.

James and Logan turned to glare at Carlos. "Why is it always my fault?!" Carlos demanded. "He started it!"

James just shrugged. Logan did the same, standing up. "I'm going to watch tv." And he was gone.

"Are we diseased or something?" Carlos wondered, sitting down where Kendall had been and spying. "Whatever. I'm gonna pack my stuff."

"I'll leave you to it, then," James shrugged, getting up and leaving the room too

James walked into the kitchen to see stacks of plates, cups, bowls and other stuff piled up on the table. Kendall was taking boxes of cereal from the cupboards and setting them on the counter, along with a wrapped up half loaf of bread. Then he started taking some stuff from the fridge too. "I think Mom said we'll be giving stuff like milk and meat to the neighbours," James spoke up. "Because it'll be spoiled by the time we get to the new place."

"I know," Kendall replied, closing the fridge again and walking towards the counter. He sighed, eyes on the very top shelf. The top of the whole dresser, really. "All the jam jars and shit are up there . . ."

"Well, we don't use them as often," James shrugged. He watched Kendall try to lift a leg up and climb on the counter. And fail miserably.

"Mind giving me a hand?" Kendall asked with a laugh. "It's a pain in the ass to climb up here, so . . ."

"Yeah, sure." James walked forward slowly and took hold of Kendall's slim hips, clothed in that giant sweater, before lifting him up carefully. Kendall's lifted his legs and planted them on the counter, straightening up once James pushed him up by his back.

"Thanks," Kendall smiled, reaching up over the top of the dresser to take the jars and little containers in his hands. He ran his hand over the top of the dresser and stood up on his toes, reaching forward to grab the last one. The sweater rode up and James squeaked, looking away immediately.

"What's wrong with you?" Kendall asked, completely unaware that if James glanced up he'd be able to see everything under that sweater.

"Nothing!" James murmured, eyes firmly on the floor. Don't look up, don't look up . . .

Though if he did, Kendall probably wouldn't notice. So did it really matter . . .?

"Can you help me get down?" Kendall asked, leaving the jars on a low shelf that'd be easy to reach later on. James nodded and lifted his arms as Kendall bent down and held onto his shoulders. James lifted him off the counter and placed him gently on the floor. "Thanks," Kendall chirped, winking cheerfully at him before reaching up to grab the jars. The sweater rode up again and James started coughing explosively, before hurrying out of the room to pack his own things.

It didn't take him long. His parents had split up long ago, and back then he'd had plenty. Not so much anymore. He'd grown out of most of it; he was twelve or maybe thirteen when their marriage ended. He didn't even know why; his mother had never told him. And for a few years they'd been able to live in their old, lush apartment while his father lived somewhere else. But then he'd decided he wanted the apartment back. It was good for those times he stayed in Minnesota.

He'd soon packed up all his clothes and all his stuff. A couple of books, and a CD or two. He shut the box with a sigh. He walked out as he heard Brooke walk into the apartment, armed with paper bags of McDonald's. "I made dinner!"

The kitchen stuff was all packed up, so they just ate from the bags. "Come eat something, Kendall," Brooke called, holding up his bag. "I got you a chocolate shake too."

"I don't wanna eat, Mom," Kendall said quickly, grabbing a can of coke from the fridge. "I'm not hungry."

"Are you sure, Kendall?" Brooke asked.

Carlos turned to give James a puzzled glance.

"I feel sick. A stomach bug, I think. I just don't feel like eating."

"Well, I'll keep some for you, alright?"

Kendall grunted to show he'd heard, but he was already leaving the room. James wondered if it had to do with what Carlos had said to him. But that didn't make sense, Carlos made fun of him all the time.

He probably did feel sick. Maybe he swallowed too much cum or something. James lifted the top bun off his cheeseburger, stuffed some fries inside the bun and decided not to think about it anymore.

"Boys," Brooke spoke up. "I have some news."

"You're pregnant," Carlos replied bluntly, stuffing his face with fries. "We know. We found the magazine in your room."

"Oh." Brooke's face turned red. "Well . . . yes. I'm a good thirteen weeks along at this point, I've started to show a little."

Not one of the three boys decided to mention they hadn't noticed a thing.

"I know this is a big change for you boys, but it's for the best. A house will be better for all six of us."

"I guess so," James muttered begrudgingly, taking a large bite out of his cheeseburger. He still wasn't exactly in the mood to leave their home for an entirely different one. But they didn't gave much choice.

After dinner, Brooke went into her room for a rest, and Logan and Carlos went to watch tv. James went too, and sat with them for all of half an hour until his mom's yelling voice echoed through the hallway, instructing him to give Kendall his food. She sounded serious. Hmm.

James sighed, getting up and grabbing Kendall's food and shake. It was all stone cold anyway. Still, he didn't think Kendall would mind much. The door to Kendall and Logan's room as slightly ajar, and James could hear Kendall talking. He walked in quietly, standing in the doorway and clenching the top of the bag.

"Look, I said no," Kendall said impatiently, sitting on the bed with his back against the wall. He hadn't noticed James yet. "I dunno why you can't understand that."

James stopped, listening to him rant at whoever was on the other end.

"If you dare come over here, you're gonna wish you never met me! I don't see why you'd even care, you're the one who broke up with me!"

Oh. He was talking to Dak.

"Piss off! You don't know anything about me, you jerk! Stop acting like you do!" Kendall hung up and tossed the phone aside, before giving a long sigh and running a hand through his blonde and blue hair.

"Kendall?"

Kendall's head snapped towards the door. "Were you listening in?" he demanded.

"Maybe a little bit," James replied awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I was just—"

"What do you want, James?"

"I came to bring you your food." James placed the paper bag on the bed. "Whenever you feel like eating it. Mom just said to give it to you."

"Thanks. I feel a little better now." Kendall picked up the bag, opening it and taking out some fries. "So, um . . . bye, James."

"Oh, right! Sorry." James left the room quickly, waking down into his own room. He picked up the sweatpants he'd left out of the boxes for the night, and was gonna change when he remembered he left his black wife beater out by the laundry hamper. He sighed and left his room again, spotting Kendall again in the hallway, walking back into his room and smiling briefly at him before shutting the door firmly.

James stared at the door for a second, puzzled. Then he made his way into the kitchen, going straight to the bin and opening it up. Well, now he knew where Kendall's dinner had gone. He shut it again, going to grab his top and go back to his room.

"Get your ass up!"

James groaned, hiding under the covers as Carlos slapped him on the back. "Get up, you ass! We're leaving in a little bit."

James rolled out of bed with a groan. "Do I have to?"

"Yes! Now go get some clothes on."

James did as he was asked, and they are a very quick breakfast of pastries Brooke bought in the supermarket, before getting ready to move everything down to the ground outside.

"I already got some of the guys to give us a hand," Carlos said to James as several of the boys from his gang of friends walked in and started picking up furniture, some of it taken apart for easier transport.

"Ok, we all have jobs to do," Brooke told them. "Carlos and James, I want you to help these boys bring the furniture down, and try not to let them damage anything. Kendall and Logan, I want you to help me clean this place up a little bit. Then you can start taking the boxes down to the van. The driver's an old colleague of your dad's, I still had his phone number. He'll help us get our things over there."

The four boys got to work, James and Carlos taking hold of a kitchen chair each and taking them out of the apartment and along the railing of balconies. Down the stairs, lifting them up into the van. Carlos's gang were hard at work, laughing loudly and patting each other on the back as they heaved furniture into the van.

When James and Carlos walked back up, Logan was scrubbing at the stove and Kendall was on all fours on the floor, scrubbing out an ancient stain in the tiles. His dark-washed denim shorts were riding up a little, and they barely covered his ass as it was. James bit his lip and took hold of one end of the table.

They were finished with all the furniture and began giving Kendall and Logan a hand with the boxes. Carlos smirked and tried to trip Kendall up as he carried one box. Kendall just rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs, hips swaying every step. They were on their last load, James's dad's colleague guy standing outside his van and making sure nobody tried damaging it.

Kendall was the first to reach the van, huffing a little as he lifted his box higher. One of the boys gave a whistle, smirking as he watched Kendall push a box into the van and stretch quite nicely as he did. Kendall looked over his shoulder at them and gave a little smirk, winking and puckering his lips at him. Carlos rolled his eyes and grabbed Kendall by the hips, lifting him up and into the van. "Take a seat, princess," he snapped. "And try not to get too horny while you're waiting."

"No promises there!" Kendall teased, earning a chuckle amd a cheer from one of the boys.

James sighed, shaking his head as he dumped another box in the van. "Need some help with the last one, Logan?" he asked helpfully.

"I'm fine," Logan muttered crossly, standing on his toes and awkwardly shoving the box in, huffing in annoyance. James had a feeling he wouldn't have accepted any help even if he needed it. He hopped up into the van, watching Logan struggle to climb in too. Kendall and Carlos were already comfortably seated on a bench along the side of the van. Well, not very comfortably actually. Kendall was texting and deliberately elbowing Carlos in the ribs very time he typed, while Carlos grunted in annoyance and stomped on Kendall's toes.

"Will you two knock it off?" James sighed, sitting next to them. "Good thing Mom is sitting up front with the driver, I dunno how she could cope with you idiots . . ."

"Love you too, honey," Kendall cooed sweetly, before slamming his elbow into Carlos's side and knocking him onto the floor. Carlos growled, leaping at Kendall and pulling him down on the floor too. "I've had it with you!"

"Don't talk to me like I'm four, you asshole! At least I can read!"

"Yeah, sexy texting! Who is it now, huh?" Carlos grabbed Kendall's phone, pushing Kendall away at arm's length as he scrolled through the texts. At first he was chuckling, but then his eyes widened and he gagged. "Ugh! Why you you let him do that to you, it's gross!"

"It's none of your business!" Kendall yelled, trying to take the phone back, cheeks pink. "I can do what I want!"

"You need to cop the fuck on and realise if you keep doing 'what you want', you're gonna wake up in some gross motel room, naked and with half of your teeth missing!"

"Well you never know, maybe I'd prefer that to being stuck here with you!" Kendall snatched his phone back and shoved it in his shorts pocket. "Stop telling me what to do! I can take care of myself."

"Can you? Can you really?" Carlos demanded.

"Yeah. Yeah, I can." Kendall sat back on the bench, folding his arms and sighing angrily.

"Wow, sulking like a baby," Carlos teased. "What's wrong, boo? No childhood to sulk in?"

"Maybe not. Though you didn't have much of one either, did you?" Kendall's biting tone made Carlos grit his teeth and sit down in silence. James, after a second of standing there, ushered Kendall aside and sat in between them. Then Logan sighed and slumped down next to Carlos.

"Can't we leave yet?" Logan sighed. "I just wanna get it over with already."

"Lovely how you're always such a ray of sunshine," Carlos chuckled.

"Leave him alone," Kendall snapped.

"Guys," James whined. "Seriously. Shut up."

"Are you boys ready?" Brooke called, looking in at them. They all nodded, and she called the van driver over to shut the back of the vehicle firmly.

They heard the engine starting up, could see Brooke and the driver —James was pretty sure she'd called him Derek— sitting in the front seats. Then they were driving, leaving behind the Palmwoods for good. Logan took his iPod out and stuck the earphones in his ears.

"Goodbye, Palmwoods!" Brooke cheered, waving out the window. "We'll miss you!"

"I won't," Logan muttered, turning up his music.

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