The next morning Gavin seemed to be in a better mood, he was up to sharing small talk with Kendall. During the course of their back and forth, Kendall noted that Gavin's phone wouldn't stop buzzing the entire duration of their breakfast. In fear of Gavin snapping back into his shell, Kendall ignored the hotline that had manifested itself into Gavin's cell phone. He opted for speaking to the absentminded Gavin; their conversation had long become one-sided. He was explaining his obsession with Connor del Rio when Gavin responded to yet another text. Before Kendall could even groan Gavin had plastered a grin so ferocious on his face, the corners of his lips literally met his ears, seconds later he was giggling a fit. Kendall, finally, after staring at him so confused and transfixed, asked, "Who are you texting?"
The million dollar question.
Gavin's grin fell, and he reverted back into his shell, mumbling and unsatisfying, "nothing".
Kendall decided at that moment, he had to know. Gavin was shelling anyway, so he might as well get something out of his childish behavior. He reached over the table in a manner even Tommy Chong himself wouldn't approve of, towering over his toast and Gavin's over easy eggs and snatched his phone.
Kendall's brows hit his hairline as he read the text on the screen of Gavin's Samsung Galaxy Note. The message reading, "This is what I am going to do when you get here" was accompanied with a "graceful" image of a boy their age in a football uniform dry humping a plush penguin. The call back number had the area code 424, giving Kendall a hint of where he was, his name in Gavin's phone was The One.
Kendall panned to the right to gawk at Gavin.
Gavin mirrored his expression.
"Who is this?" Kendall asked his voice mock calm.
Gavin blushed, "A Friend."
Kendall slumped back into his chair, completely shocked, Gavin had shown no interest in guys, ever. He didn't know if he should feel happy, betrayed or angry. He hunched over and rested his face in his cupped hands. He didn't know why he was getting so emotional. Before he knew it he was weeping, but lacked the required amount of fucks need for him so acknowledge the people around them staring at him like some side show. He finally huffed and stood up from his seat, he stalked his way towards their room. Before he could leave the little cafeteria he was seen off by a server who had assured the service was up to par. He made his way to through the halls back to their shared room. When he finally plopped down onto the bed Gavin walked in behind him.
Gavin whispered lightly, "His name is James."
They stared at each other until Kendall finally asked, "How do you know James?"
Gavin paced from one side of the room to the other and finally replied, "He vacations to our city a lot, he always eats at the deli."
Kendall nodded.
"So you guys keep in touch?" Kendall's mood finally lifting a little when he realized this wasn't some spur of the moment stranger.
Gavin grinned, "Skype mostly, but he calls and texts, but I like seeing his face."
Kendall nodded again.
"How long have you been dating him?"
"Well, we met when I was thirteen," Gavin said softly, "he kissed me when I was fourteen and…we…" Gavin motioned his hands, "last summer."
"What about Lisa?"
"She and I never…" Gavin trailed off.
Kendall nodded, "Oh."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
Kendall broke it, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.
"What is he like?"
Gavin grinned, "He is so cool!" And he is funny! He loves me and I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him."
Kendall smiled.
Gavin reached into his bag under the bed and pulled out his tablet. He opened his Skype app and searched his contacts for "blueunicornlovesgavin". James was online so Gavin requested a call. Seconds later James' face popped up on the screen, his hair wet, eyelashes damp and clumped and his unbrushed teeth shining through his grin. His skin was a nice even sun kissed tan and his eyes were twinkling with the smiles they were gracing, though he looked young, James was already acquiring laugh lines. His smiled faltered or a second when he noticed Kendall, he seemed to be taken aback.
"Hey, babe? We having a threesome?" James asked jokingly.
Gavin smiled and winked, "Three is company."
James faked a panicked expression, "But I can only take so much."
Gavin laughed, "Shut up! This is my best friend Kendall!"
James smiled, "Why, hello senor Kendall."
Kendall grinned, "Hello, James."
James leaned back exposing his toned chest and his secured towel. Along with his to die for body, his bedroom was also exposed. Kendall noted the posters of Mikhail Baryshnikov, the program for Les Miserable, and an arrangement of obscure dancers. The room was neat; all of his drawers closed and on his bed lay his outfit for the day, neatly folded. Kendall couldn't helped but be amazed by James' perfection.
"So, are you flying out tonight?" Gavin asked.
"Flying out?" Kendall gasped, looking form one to the other.
"Didn't Gavin tell you? I'm meeting up with you guys in Colorado." James explained.
"But… that would be a waste?" Kendall said, still lost.
"Well, I'm performing in The Phantom of The Opera." James said lightly, as if it was no big deal, "And I wanted Gavin to be there.
Kendall was finally informed but a loss for words.
"And if we leave before noon, we can make it to the boundary of Nebraska by the time his flight touches down in Colorado. We'll hang out for a day, then he'll perform for the day after." Gavin elaborated.
Kendall was shocked by all of this planning, that didn't include him. Before he could pretest to the things being shoved at him, Gavin and James were cooing at each other.
"Gosh, you are so fuckin' cute." James gasped.
Gavin giggled and blew him a kiss. Before Kendall could even escape, James' hand was gliding down towards the brim of his towel. Gavin bit his lip and Kendall gagged as he dashed out of the room. James' smile grew wider.
"What a cute little friend you have, Gavin." James smirked.
Gavin stopped laughing and stared at James.
"I don't want him, trust me," James smiled, "But my brother might."
Gavin shook his head, "From where your hand is resting and how it is moving, I am assuming you don't just want to chat, so please stop talking about family, it is killing my boner."
James laughed.
About an hour later the pair had packed up their things and hopped back into Kendall's car, after properly bidding their goodbyes to the staff. By the time they had hit the main road Gavin had already popped in a mix CD containing an arrangement of the two's favorite songs. The player was on shuffle and skipped to Gavin's all-time favorite Kryptonite by Three Doors Down. Gavin had had all of his childhood memories wrapped up in every lyrics of the song. He'd always assumed that he'd played the infamous Lois Lane and at some times Clark Kent. He felt he'd always been saved by someone no matter what the consequences were, but when he had seemed to lose it all, he always had Kendall or his father to rely on.
Granted, Gavin's mother wasn't his biggest fan but his father was all he could hope for. His father had carried him when he twisted his ankle his first baseball game, his father had sat with him in the hospital when he almost drowned himself with snot from his insistent sobbing. His father had comforted him when all of the kids made fun of him at school for his funny accent, his mother had told him to toughen up.
The pair had breezed halfway through the corner of Nebraska before they had struck any real conversation, by this time Kendall's favorite, Terrible Love by Birdy had pretty much caused a complete downer. The pair was close to sleep.
"Should we stop?" Gavin asked as his eyes seemed to be giving in.
"We'll have too much ground to cover if we stop." Kendall rationalized, he himself drifting off. The continuing scenery of cows and sheep was not helping.
The car was silent when Kendall had accidentally counted his 31st cow. His eyes had finally snapped shut. He had hunched over and rested his head on the steering wheel. Gavin had already fallen asleep even though it was still midday. The car had started drifting off road. The small sedan's tires took a beating from the branches jamming themselves in the body. The car had become a jumping mess as it headed straight for the cattle. Kendall's body slipped from the wheel turning it completely to the right, locking it in place.
Kendall jolted at the click.
Before he could fully assess the horrors going on around him, the car lurched over a semi-steep hill sideways, causing for the car to roll over the slope. Kendall screamed as the top of the car caved in from the fore of underbrush. He grabbed for Gavin who had woken up with the expression of a three year old child. He looked as if he had been transported into a different dimension.
When realization set in, Gavin's whole face had contorted into the saddest expression Kendall had ever seen. It had seemed as if Gavin wanted to say "How could you do this to me?"
This was exactly what Kendall was wondering as he blacked out.
How did the happen?
How had he let this happen?
a/n: Yes, I know, I am a butt and there are loop holes, (Might I add I have never been north of the Mason Dixon Line, nor have I been further east than the Panhandle.)