Authors Note:

- This is the end. I've gotten to busy with other things and I've lost all enthusiasm for this story. I'm sorry to all of you who may be disappointed in the way this ends.

Thank you everyone who has made this my most reviewed story yet!

Thank you everyone who made me a Fav. Author and all that good junk.

ALWAYS REMEMBER, HATERS GONNA HATE

Summary:What happened while James and Kendall were trapped in the sheet after rolling Gustavo off the stretcher? Where will things go after words? Kames Kendall/James M for language and suggestive themes.

I opened the door to our apartment and ushered Akina inside quickly. The paparazzi had been on our tail the whole time it took to get from the boiler room to the apartment. I lost Akina half way through the lobby but she rejoined me on the second floor. I sat her down on the couch beside Katie.

"Who's this?" Katie asked looking the girl over a few times.

"Her name is Akina. She the one that's been leaving creepy notes, but she isn't the one breaking in or leaving hearing devices in my room."

Katie held her hand up, "Wait, so you're saying there is two stalkers?"

"Exactly!" I said snapping my fingers.

"Okay. So why is she here, exactly?"

Akina looked at my little sister and reached in her pocket. She pulled out a handful of cell phones and memory chips, "I stole these."

My eyes widened as she set the devices on the table and took more out of her pocket. "Akina, how did you get these?"

"When we separated I jacked everyone's stuff, it was easy really."

Katie picked up two phones and began deleting any evidence of James and Kendall. I picked up two and so did Akina. We weren't giving anything back until all evidence was erased.

"What do we do with the memory chips?" Akina asked.

"Flush them," Katie said picking up a few and walking to the bathroom.

I followed her with the rest in my hand and we dropped the lot of them into the toilet. I felt better knowing that this could possibly be all the evidence of James and I and it was being destroyed.

"Do you have a box or a bowl or something?" Akina asked.

"Yeah, here," I said handing her an empty bowl from under the kitchen counter as I passed by, "Why?"

"I'm putting the phones in it. Then I'll leave the bowl in the lobby," Akina said putting the phones in the plastic bowl carefully.

"Good thinking," Katie shrugged.

"You should go, Akina, and don't bother James anymore," I said the last part quietly.

Akina looked up from the bowl of phones, "But you said, you'd introduce me to him."

"I know, and I will, but under different circumstances."

Katie lead Akina to the door with the bowl of phones "Okay, I'll see you around then," Akina said.

Katie closed the door behind the girl and turned to me with a skeptical look, "Now what?"

"Now, I've got to go settle things with James," I mumbled sauntering to our bedroom.

James was sitting on his bed reading a magazine and listening to music.

"James," I said waving my hand out in front of me to get his attention.

James pulled the headphones from his ears and gave me a hard look. He looked absolutely pissed and I felt like a total asshole for what I was going to tell him.

"James, I don't think we should be together," I said.

"What?"

"It's not going to work. It's to much stress to keep us hidden and I can't deal with it."

James set the magazine aside and shook his head, "But they all know now."

"No, Katie and I destroyed the evidence. Don't ask, we just did. This whole thing between us is to much. You have a stalker that is bound determined to break us up. On top of that we have to keep everything secret and I just, I just can't!" I yelled wiping the tear running from my eye with the back of my hand.

"Alright," James said getting up and hugging me, "Let's just try and act like this never happened? We never got very far, let's just let it pass?"

I nodded and a wave of relief passed over me. I felt as if a weight was lifted from my shoulders. I couldn't believe I was the one crying, I felt like I should have been the more dominate one in our relationship. I suppose I was the dominate one for breaking us apart and ending it.

"Friends?" James asked pulling away from our hug and holding his hand out.

"Yeah," I said grabbing his hand and pulling him into a shoulder to shoulder brotherly hug, "friends."

I know I left the whole stalker thing rather unsolved. But like I said above in my Authors Note, I've lost all enthusiasm for this story. When there is no excitement to write on it, then there is no story and when you force write something it doesn't turn out good.

Again, sorry to allt hose who don't like this ending, but this is how it's going to be.

Thank you everyone for the massive support! ~iska XOXO