Hi guys and welcome back to Love, James! I have been so excited to post this next chapter, and you guys were amazingly supportive on the last chapter so let's get on with it shall we!


When I finally got home, I was ready for my bed to swallow me up whole. When rehearsal finished, I was ready to peg it home only to see that Beau was stood at the door waiting. Apparently, football practise had finished early that night, so he came with Dak, Kendall and Jett to say hi. Of course, that sparked the conversation with everyone saying that they didn't know Beau and I were friends, causing me to bullshit about how 'tight' we were. Beau then solely focused his attention of Lucy, while the rest of us chatted.

I was quick to excuse myself from the conversation, saying that I needed to get home and just before I left, I felt Beau's glare in the back of my head once more. I just nodded back, causing that smug smile of his to return.

A smile that I really wanted to beat of his face, and I'm not really the violent type.

Walking into the house, I saw Mum was sat on one of the sofas going through some paperwork. "Hi honey" she said, pulling herself up from the couch and walking over to give me a hug. I gave her a half-arsed response, and from that she knew that something was up. "What's wrong?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowing together in worry as she kept a hand on my shoulder.

"Not much, just been a stressful day" I replied, causing her to pull me into another hug.

"Well, you're home now, so you can relax" she said, before pulling back out of the hug. "I've left some snacks in the kitchen for you, but don't eat too many as dinner will be ready when your father gets home" she continued, causing me to nod.

"Thanks mum" I said, giving her a smile before I grabbed my back pack off the floor and headed into the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, as well as a packet of Reese's before making my way up to my bedroom. Just like I left it this morning, my bed was half made with the quilt being a bit rumbled, and my pyjamas sat on top of it.

My desk was filled with useful clutter, as I liked to call it, but in actuality it was empty water bottles that I hadn't binned yet, as well as my laptop, iPad, and the DVD of Annie, considering I'd never seen it before we started to rehearse the play. I tossed my bag down next to my desk, before pulling my chair out, and the first thing I did was check my emails, hoping to see something from Comit. Much like every night, there was a new email from him.

To: lostinthemoment
From: comitinthestars
Subject: I'm Psychic

Lost,
Like the email subject suggests, I've decided that I'm psychic. The reason for this deduction? Because I can guess the future. In my email this morning, I said that school today would suck, and guess what? IT DID! Lessons were boring, much like I predicted, and I had a hard time concentrating due to their monotonous voices nearly putting me to sleep.

In other news, my day was made much better when I got home to receive a bag of Peanut M&M's from my parents, one of my favourite chocolates of all time. It is safe to say the bag will be gone by the time you have read this email. One thing to know about me, I do not share my M&M's with anyone.

How was your day? I hope it was far more interesting that mine.

Comit

P.S I don't really believe in psychics or astrology to be honest. I mean sure, some things match up to what I am like, but should a constellation really define my personality? Psychics on the other hand. Well, let's not get me started.

As usual, the email made me laugh. Like I said earlier, I loved how witty he has as well as he was able to make me feel so involved in his life without knowing each other. We agreed when we started this that it would be best if we stayed anonymous yet I couldn't help but think what Comit would be like in real life. I quickly composed an email back.

To: comitinthestars
From: lostinthemoment
Subject: Re: I'm Psychic

Comit,
I agree with your deduction of being psychic, as my school day also sucked. It wasn't necessarily the lessons, but more the people I interacted with. However, your email easily brought a smile to my face, so I graciously thank you for that.

I would be jealous of your Peanut M&M's, except I have my own treat of Reese's cups, so I can hardly complain. Who would have thought that we both had a thing for nuts? Also, I understand not sharing some sweets with other people, as that is a line I would not cross with my current snacks. Maybe one day, we would be able to overcome that boundary together.

As for astrology, I've never really considered it properly. Sure, I've seen the videos shared on Facebook, and most of those things seem to match with my personality, so I've never really discounted it but also ever acknowledged it. As for psychics, it's always been an idea of mine to go and get my palms or tarot cards read. I find the idea quite amusing, to see what someone else thinks my future will be like. I, in no way will believe a word that they say, but it could be interesting.

I'm sorry to hear about your day, but I hope it helps that my day sucked as well. Maybe we can swallow in self-pity together?

Lost

I replied with a smile on my face. I loaded up another tab on my laptop, before reaching for my bag and pulling out some work I had to do for Biology, one of my least favourite lessons. I always seemed to struggle with the concepts that they tried to introduce so when homework was set for the lesson, I knew I would need to dedicate a whole night to it. I sighed as I began to fill out the work sheet, and before long about 15 minutes had passed. I heard my laptop let off a small ding, and when I looked up I saw that a new email had come through. My heart skipped a beat quickly, as I clicked on the email, and started to read through it, finding there was a picture attached.

To: lostinthemoment
From: comitinthestars
Subject: Re: I'm Psychic

Lost,
It does slightly help that your day also sucked, I'm not going to lie. Maybe it's due to the fact that I'm not the only one. Wallowing in self-pity was also on my agenda tonight as well, right before homework but after dinner so we will definitely be doing that together.

As for sharing our snacks, you'll see that there a photo attached to this email. Hopefully this will begin to bridge the gap of sharing but know that I expect one in return. Also, I am shocked to see that we both have a thing for nuts. Who would have thought that would have been a thing we shared?

I can safely say that I would not want my palms or tarot cards read, the idea of knowing my future scares me. Plus, I think that I would lose incentive if I knew what was coming. If you want to do it, go ahead! Make sure to let me know the vague outcome of it as I'm now slightly curious.

Comit

Attached to the email was a photo of about 5 to 6 M&M's with a small post-it note next for it. 'For Lost' It read causing me to chuckle. I grabbed one of the Reese's from the pack, and did a similar thing, writing 'For Comit' on a post it note that I stuck it next to the cup. I cleared my desk, making sure that there was nothing he could use to identify me with, before snapping a photo of the display. I attached to the next email I sent.

To: comitinthestars
From: lostinthemoment
Subject: Re: I'm Psychic

Comit,
Unfortunately this will have to be my last email for now. Something to with school and homework or something like that. Just know that I'd rather be talking to you, then doing it.

I thank you for the picture of the M&M's, it was very thoughtful of you and I will treasure it forever. As expected, you'll find an image attached to this email with a Reese's in it. I think that would be a fair trade, right? One Reese's for 5 M&M's?

If I do decide to ever brave a psychic, you will be the first person I'll tell, you can be sure of that. Enjoy the rest of your day, cause I sure as hell know that I won't.

Lost.

Hitting send on the email, I logged off knowing that if Comit sent any more emails, I would just check them later. I tried to settle back into a mindset where I could do my homework, but instead my brain kept going to Comit and the emails, and then to what Beau would do with them. I really didn't need those emails getting out. I mean, sure everyone would know my secret, but it's also what would happen with Comit. I know he's someone in our school, and if they were leaked then he'd probably never talk to me again.

Like ever.

I groaned with frustration, knowing that I'd been over all this before and that only made it worse. At the moment, someone else was in complete control of my life and I hated it.

Deciding that I'd wallowed enough, I logged into my Spotify, and began to play my personal playlist, hoping it would distract me. As the sound of Taylor Swift began to blast through my room, I managed to settle down and crack on with my homework.


It was an hour and half later when I was finally called down for Dinner, seeing that Dad had finally gotten home. As I walked into the kitchen, a smile grew on his face.

"Hey champ" he said, before coming over and ruffling my hair like I was a 5 year old. I'm not going to lie, it had kind of become a tradition of ours, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. No matter how much time I spent on my hair in the morning, I wouldn't care about it as soon as Dad got home.

"How was work?" I asked, as I saw him set his stuff on the floor. Knowing what Mum was going to ask of me, I started to grab some bowls out of the cupboard and began to set the table as we spoke. Mum was stood over the hob, cooking something that smelled really good, while Dad began to get some drinks ready.

"Yeah, it was alright. The Morrisons seemed to like the design of the house and gave it the go ahead" he replied, as he grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge. Dad was an architect, and was always designing someone's house, or going around to check how the builders were getting on. Mum on the other hand owned her own Cosmetic's company, and it was safe to say that it was fairly well know. It wasn't like L'Oreal well know, but she owned a few stores in a few states.

"That's good. I bet it was the pool that sold it to them" I added, causing him to chuckle.

"A pool that cover's over to be a tennis court. Of course it was" he replied as I placed the knifes and forks down.

"Just remember whose idea it was" I replied, causing him to stick his tongue out at me like a child. Mum and I just laughed as the pulled the pan off the hob and placed it on a tray in the middle of the table. Everyone took their seats, and Dad was quick to try and dive in.

"Careful Richard, the pans hot" Mum scolded, causing Dad to pout. I just laughed once again, before we all started to load up our Chicken Korma. Once everyone had gotten dish up, conversation began again.

"How was school?" Dad asked, causing me to shrug.

"Stressful" I replied, covering my mouthful of food. I swallowed before continuing. "You know, some lessons are boring and some are alright. Everyone seems to be getting on ok though" I replied, causing him to nod.

"And the play?"

"Yeah, it's alright. I still have a few songs and lines to learn but Miss Wainwright said we have until Christmas until she wants us off book, so that should be fine." I replied, slightly picking at my food before taking a bite of it.

"You got one of the leads, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I'm playing Mr Stacks. From the 2014 Annie instead of the older one. Miss Wainwright said this one would appeal more to a modern audience"

"And how are Camille and Dak?" Mum finally chimed into the conversation, allowing Dad to eat.

"Yeah, there ok. There's a game coming up on Friday so Dak has been practising for that, and Camille's with me in the play, you know what she is like. Stressed as always", I replied, causing them both to chuckle.

"Seems like everything's good then" She said, as I moved my food around my plate.

"Yeah" was all I said, looking down at the table slightly. Mum and Dad seemed to share a quick look before discussion on the table picked up again, with Dad asking her about how her day was. I stayed quiet for most of it, listening to the two of them chat, mostly hoping that I could have something like this in the future. Mum and Dad were total high school sweethearts. Not the athlete and cheerleader type of high school sweetheart, but high school sweethearts nonetheless. They went to the same university, and quickly got married after that. Before long, little old me was born and placed into this mess of the world.

'If anything, I'm blaming them for the situation I'm in.' I thought to myself, a small smile growing on my face at my joke.

"So, The Hunted is on tonight" Dad said, getting my attention back from my own thoughts. "You gonna sit and watch it?" he asked, already knowing the answer to the question. The Hunted was basically our family time. The three of us would gather around the TV and sit there watching as twelve people tried to escape the country's best investigators.

"You know the answer Dad" I replied, a small smile growing on my face, as I finished up the rest of the food on my plate. The three of us unloaded the table, with Mum quickly rinsing stuff under the tap while Dad put it in the dishwasher and I collected all the condiments and put them back in the places. Before long, we were sat watching as a couple began to run from the chasers.

"I bet there two are gay" My dad says randomly, causing both my mum and I to look over at him.

"What?" I asked, slightly shocked and confused by what he had just said.

"I don't know, you can see it in the way they look at each other" he replied, his voice softening as he said so. "It's the same way I look at your mother" he continued, before winking at me as a joke. I saw mum slap him on the chest playfully before she spoke.

"I think they're cute" she said, causing Dad to nod in agreement. I sighed slightly as I laid back into the sofa feeling slightly better inside. I never thought that my parents were homophobic, it's just the topic never really came up in the house. One of my biggest fears was that they would disown me if I did come out. I suppose this helped settle those nerves slightly, but the fear was still present.

'What happens if it's different with their own son?' I tried to block the thought out, as I focused back onto the TV, imagining what it would be like if Comit was here right now, the two of us cuddled up to each other.


So there is chapter 2! We had a conversation with Comit about how their days were at school, and we got to know a little bit more about him, and then we also got a look into James' home life with his Mum and Dad! Like I said, I was super excited to get this chapter out here, so I hope you all enjoy it. You also be pleased to hear that I have spent the last few days writing this story because I have just been so motivated to do so! It's currently at about 37,000 words and I will say now that the Comit reveal hasn't happened yet, so get ready to be in this for the long run!

I want to say a massive thank you to Guest, Winterschild11, RainbowDiamonds and EpicallyObsessed for reviewing the last chapter and I was surprised to see how many of you actually forgot about Beau but it also made me feel better as I wasn't the only one! He is such a dick in the show, and I thought he was absolutely perfect for this role, so I just had to include him. Plus, like I said, I've been a bit heavy on Jett being the enemy in the last stories, so I didn't want to use him, and WayneWayne didn't seem right for it.

You also have a few guesses of who you think Comit is going to be, which will be interesting, and you were all interested by the way I spelt it. I will admit that I mentioned in the authors note last time, mostly so you didn't think I was an idiot haha.

I will see you guys on Monday for the next chapter of Class Vs Character, but until then

TTFN :D