I know that so many of you must be sad or upset (which are basically two words that describe eachother perfectly, just thought I'd mix it up a bit by including them both) with me for two reasons. Number 1! Im already on chapter 7 of this story and there is virtually no Kames. I mean, they're are parts that are like 'Awh, Kames is developing!' but most of the time it's like 'Okay...so, this is a Kames story, right? What exactly am I looking at right now?' Number 2! I am horrible at updating. Like, extremely horrible. I actually cant remember what days I've updated on. I think I had the last chapter done for three days before I decided to upload it. Sad, right? But oh, so true.
I am proud to say that THE KAMES SHALL START TODAY! As in yes, this chapter has Kames in it;)
Oh, and this recaps what happened at the mall. Lots of repeated conversations and such. Don't hate.
ENJOY!
(James's P.O.V.)
I practically ran into my room, Kendall at my heels. My soaking wet heels. Mother Nature decided that she wanted to punish us, apparently, by making it pour by the time I got home. My mom, not wanting my dad to know what happened, had us get out of the car a block from my house.
Really Mom? Really?
Though, she had a very nice point. If my dad figured out I was at a police station (for any reason at all), I would probably be burried six feet under the grass in my back yard in five minutes. Maybe four, depending on how mad he was. People seem to be pretty motivated when thay're angry. Which would explain why I was almost sprinting into my room right now.
I wanted to know what the hell Kendall and Jo were doing at the mall all day.
"James, what are you doing?" Kendall questioned, sitting down next to me on my freshly made bed. I paused, looking around my room. It was clean. Everything was where it should've been. I'd have to thank my mom later for this. I know my dad would never do something nice like this for me.
I shrugged. Pulling the sheets over my head. "It's really late, Kendall. Lets get some sleep,"
Kendall watched me for a minute before sliding down onto his new pillow. The one I got for him today. The one I got alone while he was with Jo. The encounter I wished to watch the second I knew Kendall was asleep.
After staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, Kendall's breathing slowed down. I glanced over at him. I was almost caught off gaurd. He looked so innocent. Almost...beautiful. I shuddered, instantly regretting my judgement at the police station. He couldn't be evil, could he?
I blinked, remembering what I wanted to do.
I pulled my laptop up from the floor next to my bed, reaching into my pocket for the USB drive from the station. Was this illegal? A smile crossed my face. Why should I care anymore? Practically everything I was doing these days was illegal.
I plugged in the USB. After a moment, the folder containing the videos popped up. I clicked on the Holister security videos, watching the events of the day unfolding before me. I fast-forwarded until I reached the time we were there.
I walked in, followed by Kendall. "Why do I feel like I'm choking?" I jumpped when sound came out of my laptop speakers. Apparently, you could hear everything. Way to have great security, North Boarder Mall.
My headphones were sitting on my nightstand next to me. I slid them on, plugging them in so I could hear without waking Kendall. I heard our entire conversation up until Jo showed up.
"You get used to it. What's your size?"
Kendall was staring blankly at me in the store. How didn't I notice? I amost laughed. Almost.
"We look about the same. Try this on. Dressing rooms are over there,"
Kendall walked away as Jo walked into the store. That means Jo was about to talk to me- "Oh. My. God," -yup. "Apparently everybody shops here now,"
My video-self scowled. "Right, that explains why your here,"
"Well at least I'm somebody. Who shops alone?"
"Apparently you do,"
She scoffed. "My real friends are waiting outside. I just wanted to stop by to say hello to the school freak,"
"Well isn't that nice? You came in here to say hello to yourself in one of the dressing room mirrors?"
Kendall left the dressing rooms and walked back over to me, tossing a shirt in my direction. "Hey James, it fit,"
"Hey! I'm Jo!"
Kendall paused. "I'm Kendall,"
"Look Kendall-"
"Wanna hang out with me and my friends? We were just going to get some food and stuff,"
Jo started pulling Kendall. I glared at my computer screen.
"He doesn't want-"
"Sure, I'll go,"
"Kend-"
"Bye James!" They left.
I exited the video, selecting the one right outside of the store. Kendall was being towed behind Jo.
"Where are we going?" So maybe Kendall didn't really want to go?
"Were going to hang out. With normal people," Uh, ouch.
"What about James?" I was really thinking Kendall didn't want to be there. At least, not without me.
"What about him?" My hopes were crushed. Kendall didn't say anything to defend me. They reached the group. "Guys, this is Kendall. He's gonna chill with us today,"
"Kendall, that's Jett Stetson, Dak Zevon, and Camille Rodgers," Of coarse, Jo's possy. Didn't go anywhere without them.
"Let's go eat," They walked away.
I exited that video, going to the one that showed the food court. (A/N: I know what you're thinking-they're in a mall, how the hell do the cameras pick up their individual conversations? Well...I dont know! But for the sake of the story, suck it up and stick with it through its unrealistic periods!)
"So Kendall, what're you doing here today?" It was Dak talking, I think.
"I was just getting some stuff with James,"
Everyone in the group flinched. Gee, there's a confidence booster. Good to know that I'll never have a shot at being friends with Jo again. I know this sounds like an unhealthy obsession, but still. She was the closest thing I've ever had to a sibling. Her leaving was heartbreaking.
"Diamond? He's a fag," Now it was my turn to flinch.
"Wait-what?" Ah Kendall. Poor, innocently minded Kendall.
"He's a fag? Queer? Homo? Likes it up the ass? Come on, Kendall! What the fuck are you doing hanging around him for anyway?"
"He's my friend,"
"Listen, do you like having friends?"
"Uh, I guess?"
"Then stop hanging out with Diamond,"
Something tapped my shoulder. I screamed, my computer falling off the side of the bed, ripping my headphones out painfully. I cringed.
"Why were you watching that?" Kendall asked as I rubbed my ears.
"...Watching what?"
Kendall rolled his eyes. "The videos from the mall today?"
I laughed nervously. "I dont know what you're talking about,"
"Yes you do. Why?"
"To see what the hell you were doing?" I answered harshly, rolling off the bed to rescue my fallen laptop.
Kendall was silent for a minute. "You care that much?"
I stood up with my laptop, placing it on my nightstand. "I wanted to know what you were doing with my mortal enemies, that's all,"
"You have an enemy-"
"-Enemies-"
"You have enemies?"
"You didn't get that from them telling you to leave me alone?"
"How was I supposed to know they ment it on a bad way?"
I scoffed at him, glaring. "They called me a fag!"
He threw his hands up. "You say that like you expect me to know what that means!"
"It means I like guys, okay?" I practically shouted just loud enough to get my point across without waking up my parents.
Kendall was silent. "D-do you?"
I rubbed my face with my hands. Would I tell him the truth? "Uh huh," I said quietly.
"Do they know?"
I shook my head, sitting back down on the bed.
"Okay then, why is secretly liking guys a bad thing? Why are they using it against you?"
I looked up at him, then back down at my hands. "You dont understand,"
"That's where you're wrong,"
I looked back up from my hands, lazily tracing the designs on my comforter. "How am I wrong?" I exclaimed. "It's not like you live like I do! Do you have any idea how much people are judged for being gay?"
Kendall studied me. "Why? I mean, you like who you like. Does it matter what gender they are?"
"Apparently it does,"
"I dont think so,"
And then his lips were pressed against mine.
SQUEE! Haha:) Sorry if this seemed kinda...rushed (I feel like I've been apologising for stuff a lot lately...), I have a knack for writing things in the early hours of the morning. Which leads me to my next subject! I'm writing another story (actually, I have many stories already written in notebooks, they're just hiding from me at the moment...)! And yes, it(they?) might be extremely horrible! BUT...it might also be extremely great. Who knows until you read it, right? Hopefully? Yes? Maybe?...Im melting(dying) here, so you should read it. Because I'm dying. But it's not up yet...so...
The story must go on! And so shall my school work! Since the school years almost up, I get the joys of being hounded by stupid final exams and EOCs and other fun yet stupid tests that make up over half of my final grade. And I dont know if you know this, but I actually want to pass those tests (which will evidently lead me to passing the horrible classes that I've suffered through to make it to those hideous tests). Wish me luck, and please dont try to stab me with sporks for not updating. I've got to study, you know.
I've been ranting. Blah. My authors notes are sadly becoming like a diary for me. Fun stuff, right? Right? Right? (As you can see, I tend to go insane at 3:30 in the morning, casually sipping my highly caffinated drinks to keep me going. Healthy, especially since I have school tomorrow. Then work. Then sleep. Then the process starts over again!...possibly before sleep?)
Anyway- Review please and I promise I will shut up and leave you all alone.
