Got a trillion million requests for James angst.

I was going to type up an awesome sauce Carlos and Logany one shot, but I did this instead. HOWEVER! Look for it, cause if I don't update it today, I sure will tomorrow. And I have to write Aftermath… STRESS!

Kendall really hadn't meant to, it just sort of happened.

All four boys had been playing street hockey on their roller blades, and James had been closing in on Kendall. Somehow, in all the confusion, what with the roller blades and flying hockey sticks, Kendall elbowed James in the eye. Hard.

The taller boy dropped to the ground clutching his face. The boys, of course, had immediately stressed, and Kendall rushed for his mom, while Logan examined his eye.

Which is why James refused to speak to Kendall.

"Come on, man! I said I was sorry!" seven-year-old Kendall Knight begged as he followed James throughout the Diamond's house. "I didn't mean to, you have to forgive me!" James frowned, pointing to his nasty black eye. Kendall cringed. James turned his back on him and headed into his kitchen.

"Are they still going at it?" Carlos asked Logan. They were sitting at the kitchen table, helping themselves to some grapes. Purple ones, of course. At this point in the boys' relationship, they just sort of wandered through each others' houses at a whim. Logan was the only one who still rang the bell.

"Yep," Logan answered with a nod, popping a little grape into his mouth, face screwing from the sour taste.

"COME ON, JAMES!" they heard Kendall yell from the dining room.

"I think it's time to get involved," Logan decided, jumping off his stool. Carlos followed, wondering what the word 'involved' meant. "James," Logan addressed him, and the taller boy stopped glaring at Kendall to look at him. "What's the problem?

"What do you mean 'what's the problem'? Look at my eye!" he cried, pointing to his shiner, distressed.

"So…?" Carlos asked, "I get black eyes all the time, they're not that big of a deal." James starred daggers at him.

"They are so a big deal! They hurt, and they're no fun, and they're," his voice caught, "ugly." All three of his friends' hearts lurched at the word. They knew how important it was for James to look good. It was a major thing for him, and it was a major thing for his parents.

"James, I'm really sorry," Kendall apologized genuinely. He was only going into second grade, but he knew how James must be feeling, and he didn't like it. James looked to his toes and shrugged, keeping his head down to hide the tears welling in his eyes. Logan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Um, but James, don't you say that-"

"It's not important," James cut the raven-haired boy off.

But it was important. Ever since he could remember, James's parents treated him differently when he wasn't… pretty. Almost all of their relationship was built up on appearances, and with one gone, so went the other. Countless times James had went over to Kendall's in tears over his parents, horribly upset about how his parents cursed him out for ruining his hair or messing up his face. Truthfully, James felt lonely. Like, really lonely. Logan and Carlos didn't know everything, but they had gathered bits and pieces.

"James," Kendall started, "would you staying at my house the next couple night help you feel better?" James looked like he was about to say no, but changed his mind.

"Yeah," he said, rubbing his eyes to wipe away the tears. He then bounced on the balls of his feet uncomfortably. "Can Carlos and Logan stay, too?" Kendall looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah, duh," he answered, incredulous that James would think they wouldn't. He smiled. "After all, we'll always be together."

And suddenly, James didn't feel so lonely anymore.

You all know James, yeah? Of course you do. I LOVE HIM! The end.

Actually, it's gotten to the point, where I literally can't decide who I love the most. Like, I've just fallen for their personalities and their friendship so hard, that I can't tear them apart, even in my mind. One of the multiple reasons I'm not into romance ficts is because I need them as a whole, not just one of them. I think that helps my writing, cause I never want to leave anyone out.

Sometimes I forget how NOT stereotypical their personalities are… if you see me doing that, knock some sense into me.

However, I didn't really like this chapter. They felt too old and stuff…

YO, YOU! Just to let you know, all the angst for the future is set up. Each boy will sort of get a really angsty year. Logan's is first, and I'm so. Stinking. EXCITED!