This one is a request by child who is cool. I was gonna put sex in it but then I decided not to becasue it would kinda ruin the little bit of fluff.

The Request: James starts to become anorexic because he doesn't think he's pretty and Kendall comes in and shows him how pretty he is.

Fat.

Ugly.

You'll always be alone. No one will ever love you. Because you're ugly. Nobody wants to be with someone who looks as disgusting as you.

Alone. Forever.

James tried to stop the voices in his head, but they wouldn't go away. They kept mocking him, often saying different things every night when he was trying to get some sleep, but it all had the same general meaning. Just one word. Ugly.

They bullied him. Sometimes it caused him to break down in tears at random moments, when they decided there was no way that they'd leave him alone. Most of the time he could hide the tears. No one saw, because no one cared.

Logan only cared about Camille. They spent every spare moment together, often in the apartment. James could never get any time alone when they were there. He couldn't cry in peace. They were always there, either making out on the couch or just cuddling. Even when Camille wasn't around, it didn't make much of a difference, because Logan always talked about her.

Carlos . . . well, it was unclear what he really thought about. But he didn't care about James. He didn't care that James just walked around like a dying flower all day. Drooping. He either sat at the pool staring at the Jennifers, or pranked people with Katie, or ate corn dogs.

Kendall didn't care either. Kendall and James had been closer than they were with the other guys ever since they were little. James didn't understand how it happened, but they'd drifted apart. They didn't really talk anymore. Kendall didn't really talk to him at all. Maybe he'd never been much of a talker because he preferred to listen, but now he just didn't bother trying. They shared a room, but every night Kendall just lay on his bed and fell asleep instantly. He didn't look at James. He didn't care that James had started crying himself to sleep at night.

One day, they'd all been tucking into fish sticks and tots when he heard the voices.

Why are you eating? Do you want to get even fatter? You're gonna end up like Gustavo! Does he have anyone? Nobody likes him because he's fat!

James had stared at his plate in horror before pushing it away. "Mrs Knight, can I be excused? I'm not really hungry anymore."

"Are you feeling ok?" she asked him gently. It sounded like she cared, but he knew she didn't. Nobody cared.

"I'm alright. Just tired. I'll go to bed and I'll be alright." But sleeping wouldn't resolve anything. He'd have to start dieting or something, now. Because if he didn't, he'd always be ugly. And he'd always be alone. He lay in bed, thinking over possible ways that he could improve his looks. He could spend even more time in the bathroom that he did already, but two hours every morning already annoyed Kendall enough. Sharing a bathroom and a bedroom with James had its disadvantages. Kendall came into the room, changing his clothes and going into the bathroom. James watched the door as Kendall came back into the room and got into bed, rolling over on his side, turning his back to James.

James watched him for a few minutes. He really needed someone to talk to. Just one person who'd listen to him was enough. One person who'd care.

"Kendall? Are you awake?"

No answer. Of course. James shouldn't have expected any different. Kendall didn't care either. James cried himself to sleep that night.

After that, he stopped eating altogether. He'd only eat when he was on the verge of fainting, and it would only be something tiny. Like a carrot. He hated them, by the way. But he had to stop being ugly. He didn't want to be alone.

Nobody noticed. Everyone was out all day; he'd just tell them he'd eating during the day and wasn't hungry in the evening. They always believed him, because they didn't want to worry. They didn't want to care.

Weeks passed, and the voices still taunted him.

You're still so ugly! Anyone else would be perfect by now! You're even getting zits on your face! You're disgusting!

James knew he was getting zits, and he couldn't stand it. He knew why he was getting them. It was because he was malnourished. But he couldn't stop now. He had to get better. He had to.

One night he walked into the bathroom to look in the mirror. It had been seven weeks since he'd gone on this mission to improve his looks. What he saw in his reflection shocked him so much he felt his head spinning.

His shirt was hanging off his body like a curtain. Because there was basically nothing under it. James slowly lifted his shirt, staring in shock. He was so thin; he could almost see the shape of his ribcage. His hair was matted and limp, and his skin was pasty and spotty and . . . horrible.

What had he done to himself? The voices in his head were choosing now to be silent. Because he'd wrecked everything. Now he really was ugly. Maybe he had been ugly in the first place, but this was worse. He looked sick. Dying of illness.

James felt tears streaming down his cheeks. Why was it so hard to look good? Why couldn't he just look more like—

"James?" James saw Kendall in the mirror. He was staring, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

"L-leave me alone," James sobbed, hands gripping the sink for support.

Kendall walked up to him. "James . . . what's wrong?"

"I'm ugly!" James spat. "I'm so ugly and I tried to fix it but I just made it worse and . . . and . . . nobody gives a damn! I don't care how selfish that sounds cos I've been alone for the past month and a half and everybody is so busy wrapped up in their perfect lives that they can't be bothered with me!"

"Oh, James." Kendall pulled James into a hug, who didn't bother struggling. "We all care. Carlos cares, Logan cares, Katie and my Mom care, and I care."

"If you care, then why wouldn't you talk to me? There were so many times during the night that I wanted to talk to you, and you totally ignored me. I called you, tried to wake you. You don't care!"

"I do care, James! And I'm sorry!"

"Don't bother apologising! I'm gonna die alone, so why not get used to the feeling now? Nobody loves me, because I'm ugly!"

"James, you're beautiful!"

James scoffed. "Don't be stupid."

"I mean it."

"No you don't! I'm ugly and no one's ever gonna love me—"

"I do!"

James stopped. "You what?"

"I love you." James stared at Kendall, who stared back. Kendall then reached forward and kissed James lightly on the lips. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"Kendall . . ." James smiled slowly. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course." Kendall ran his hand through James's hair. "Your hair is always so soft and shiny, even before you spend all that time in the bathroom. Your smile is gorgeous; it makes me happy whenever I see it. Your eyes are so bright all the time . . . and your body is perfect too, James." He ran his other hand down the brunette's skinny stomach. "You're like this because you're not eating properly. You were never fat, and you're not going to get fat. Ok?"

James nodded slowly. Kendall smiled. "Good. And again, I'm so sorry about before."

"It's ok. I forgive you." James kissed Kendall on the lips again. "There's one other thing I forgot to mention. I love you too."

How was that? Any more requests, let me know!