so yes, i will be posting the next one after this since it's after midnight. it'll be easier so i won't have to do it later today. can you say lazy?

but really, i'm bad at this challenge, man. D: i guess i don't like having a time frame of when i have to write but that's the whole point of a challenge, lol. it's good for me, though, so it's a 50/50 thing, i guess. does that make sense?

so anyways, at first, this was going to be really emotional & dark & angsty but then i thought of this idea & thought that happy was better than sad, woo.

{ 10: silver }

James hummed softly, picking different pieces of clothes on the floor and tossing them in the basket on the bed, since the carpet was basically covered in dirty clothes. He doesn't even know why he's cleaning in the first place; none of them actually clean (besides Logan) and if he wasn't in such a good mood, which might have been the reason for him cleaning, he would have been worried for himself.

He was almost done with the picking up of clothes and ready to do laundry (which is really pushing it) when he saw a pair of boxers poking out from underneath the bed. The brunette knelt down and slid the garment from under the bed. As he pulled the boxers across the carpet, he saw a glimpse of silver in the corner of his eye.

He put the boxers in the basket, then he knelt down again and looked further and reached his hand out, grabbing a hold of the mystery item under the bed. He stood up and examined it, his eyes widening as he looked down at seemingly brand new pair of handcuffs.

Well, this was unexpected.

They weren't his, and there was no way that they belonged to any other person in this house, so that leaves—

"Kendall, come here!" When he walked in a few seconds later, James held them up.

"Hey, how's the— oh." The blonde's eyes flicked from James to the handcuffs back to James again. He rubbed the back of his neck as a soft blush crept across his cheeks, chewing on his bottom lip. James couldn't help but smirk.

"Spill." Kendall tilted his head back and groaned, looking at James with pleading eyes.

"Can't we talk about this later?"

"These yours?" James asks, gesturing towards the handcuffs. Kendall sighs again and shuts the door behind him quickly. He didn't want to risk someone like Katie or, God forbid, his mom hearing the conversation that he knew they were about to have.

"Remember the last time that Carlos' dad came, and then when he left, Carlos found the handcuffs that he left behind?" James nodded.

"Well, Logan snatched them because of the 'dangers' that they could enable or some shit like that so he gave them to me before Carlos could get a hold of them and I hid them under the bed and I didn't think you would find them and... yeah." James nodded in understanding, walking up to Kendall.

"Would you like to, I don't know, use them?" Kendall blushed.

"I, uh, maybe?" James took Kendall's hand and put the handcuffs in it, closing Kendall's fingers over them, before leaning over near Kendall's ear.

"Tonight," he whispered, hearing the intake of breath Kendall emitted as he nipped at his earlobe. He grabbed the basket off the bed and walked out of the bedroom, smiling to himself, knowing too well that Kendall was watching him with dark eyes.

i hate how i end things. the ending to this is just so... ugh. :c