A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm back as promised with another update!

Before we get started, I would like to thank everyone that read last chapter! I would also like to give a huge thank you to Side1ways, annabellex2, Guest, winterschild11, XxxAnimaniacxxX, miko-chan27, and RainbowDiamonds for reviewing!

This chapter is a little on the shorter side, but I hope you all enjoy!

When Kendall shut the door behind him, I ran my hands over my face, then pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes, trying like hell to hold in my emotions.

Why the fuck did he run off like that? Just for a minute, I thought… I thought that maybe things could be different this time, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. He left me, just like everyone else.

And I ruined everything.

I grabbed the popcorn bowl and threw it across the room, not even caring that I made a horrible mess I'd have to clean up later.

He'd only been gone for a minute and I already missed him. How ridiculous was that?

I slowly got up and walked into my bedroom, shut the door and climbed into my bed, pulling the blanket over me and burying my face in my pillow.

Kendall left me just like everyone else.

After finally touching him the way I'd been craving, after such a small taste, it wasn't enough. I didn't think it'd ever be enough… but I guess he'd decided it was.

XxX

I jolted awake at the sound of Shane banging around in the kitchen. I hadn't gotten out of bed all weekend, except to use the bathroom. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way Kendall looked at me as he fell apart on top of me. That blissed out, content, happy, lust-filled face. Then I'd seen that look of pure panic on his face. He'd panicked and it was all my fault. I'd told him so many times that I was emotionally unavailable, and that I didn't want to do another fuck-buddy situation. I'd said it a million times, and now I'd fucked up and chased him away.

Fuck. Why do I always fucking ruin everything? I knew it was my fault… my problem. I couldn't fucking take the feelings, or at least I hadn't been able to when we'd first started hanging out. The feelings he'd brought up when I knew he was going to walk out that door, those were the most terrifying feelings I'd ever had. I hadn't wanted him to go… I hadn't wanted him to leave me.

But I could see the panic in his eyes, and I hadn't been able to snap him out of it. And no matter how much I'd wanted to deny it, I already felt something for the little jerk. So naturally, now he was gone. Because everyone always leaves… and no matter how much I'd convinced myself that he would eventually leave, it had still taken me by surprise that he really had. I wished this was just some elaborate nightmare that I could wake up from any second.

"James?"

I groaned and threw my comforter over my head.

"Jay? Are you okay?"

"Go away, Shane." I muttered, pulling the blanket back down so I could glare at the door.

"Did something happen? You've been in there for days." Shane had been home, too, and I'd refused to talk to him, so I guess there was no denying that something was off. "I'm coming in."

"No, I don-"

Shane stepped into my room and leaned against the doorway, staring at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "Just give him a call."

"Who?" I asked. How the hell does he know this is about Kendall?

Shane rolled his eyes. "Kendall, duh. Call. Him."

I groaned and put the blanket back over my head. "He doesn't want to talk to me."

"Why? Did you guys have a fight or something?"

"No… I don't know."

He sighed and walked over to sit on the edge of my bed. "Dude, you are ripe. Go take a shower, then call him. Apologize or something."

"I fucked up. He doesn't want me to call him."

"Just go see him for fuck's sake." Shane's voice was somehow soft and annoyed at the same time. "I'm sick of you being all mopey."

"I'm not mopey. I'm minding my own business in my room. You're the one that had to come in here."

"Yeah, because my brother is acting like it's the end of the world instead of getting his ass in gear and fixing the problem. Why the fuck won't you go ask the guy out on a date?"

I bristled at the suggestion. "I don't want to date anyone."

"Jay. What the fuck is your problem? Please, just get out of here and go get the guy you've been pining after for the last few months… your wallowing is really getting on my nerves." Shane smacked my shoulder through the blanket.

"I am not wallowing."

He pulled the blanket down far enough that I could see his face and lifted a brow. I sighed and tried to ignore him, but he stared at me for a minute, then rolled his eyes in annoyance. "What is your problem? Why can't you just go out with him? He clearly likes you, too, so what's the deal?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair in frustration before admitting. "People don't really love each other… or at least not enough to stick around, so what's the point? It'll just hurt worse than it already does. I may as well cut my losses now before it gets any worse."

Shane stared at me for a while, then whispered, "Are you serious right now?"

I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling so I wouldn't have to see his expression. "Yeah, it's not like anyone's ever stuck by me before, so why would that suddenly change now?"

"Jay." My brother said softy. "I'm here. I'll always be here. You have to know that by now, right? And what about Logan and Carlos?"

I glanced at him, then looked back at the ceiling. "My own parents didn't want me after they found out who I really was. Neither did our grandparents, aunts, uncles, no one. Why would anyone else?"

I felt him moving around and a few seconds later, Shane was pulling me up and into a hug. "Mom and Dad are fucking idiots and you know it. They didn't want me either, so do you think that means that no one will ever want me?"

My brow furrowed as I pushed him back so I could look at him. "Of course, someone will want you, you're perfect. Annoying...but otherwise perfect."

He snorted and pushed me before sitting up again. "You're an asshole, but you're also a great, generous guy. If you think someone can love me, why would you think that no one could love you?"

Suddenly, a voice I wish I could forget rang through my head. You're a horrible, disgusting, perverted little faggot that no one will ever love. My father's words ran through my head for the millionth time since he'd said them to me right before he sliced me with a broken beer bottle. You hear me? Perverts don't get the happy little ending your twisted mind came up with. No one will ever love you. No one ever has, no one ever will.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to push those thoughts, those memories away. My father shouldn't have this kind of power over me all these years later, but the truth was that I'd heard those words repeated to me every single day for the past twelve years.

Shane grabbed my shoulders. "Hey, I heard what he said to you that day. None of it's true. None of it. He's a homophobic asshole that was only trying to hurt you because he's a small-minded idiot that can't see anything that's not directly in his little tiny bubble. You're a good person, Jay. Look at everything you've done for me in this past year alone. You have a good heart, and you're allowed to love someone, no matter who that someone is."

I stared at my little brother for a long time as I tried to absorb everything he said. His words really hit home, and a small spark of hope lit in my heart. "When did you become so wise?"

Shane shrugged. "When I stopped letting our parents decide who I am." He shot me a little smile and pushed my shoulder. "So go get your man and stop moping. If you don't get him, I'll be more than happy to hunt his ass down and find him myself."

I blinked at him for a moment as I processed his words. "Is this your way of telling me you're gay?"

His eyes went comically wide. "What? No! I meant I'd find him for you, dumbass."

I couldn't help but laugh at the horrified look on his face, but then I sighed and thought for a few minutes. When Shane got up to walk out of my room, I said, "Fine. I'll talk to him, but I'm not making any promises."

"Good. And please take a shower, you stink." He said as he left, leaving my bedroom door open.

I sat there for a long time before grabbing my phone and staring at it. I thought about calling him, but I didn't know if I could handle hearing his voice without completely losing my shit, so I pulled up our text chain. It took me a long time to figure out what to type.

Me: Can we talk? I know you're working late tonight, so maybe we can have dinner tomorrow? I promise to make something weird and gross for you.

I pressed send, set the phone down and waited for a reply.

Only, one never came.

Even after I sent another text.

And another...

And another...

Done! Like I said, a shorter chapter that focused on James' reaction to Kendall leaving. Of course, James is hurting. But thankfully, Shane was there to snap him out of it. But it looks like James' troubles aren't over just yet, with Kendall not responding to him. James even sent a super cute text! Why am I so horrible to him?!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment! I'd also love to hear your thoughts on James' talk with Shane!

Unfortunately, the next chapter more than likely won't be up until this weekend, but there will be other updates coming from me before then, so I won't be completely MIA. :P

Until then!

-Epically Obsessed