A/N: Ok, so here is the second installment to this story of mine! :) It is not long, but it is an in-between chapter that needed to be written, but didn't have a lot of stuff that needed to be said.

There is only so much I can go into the surrounding of the concentration camp, and I am sorry if any of you want me to go into detail, but I just can't bring myself to write something that is more gruesome than I can handle. Thank you for understanding! :)

A thank you to Stephanie (waitingFORthePERFECTsong9092), for being the inspiration to write this, and for being the #1 fan of it. Who knew we could go from randomly meeting on this website, to being pretty much inseperable? ;) Everyone, in my opinion, needs a friend like her! She's awesome!

I do not own BTR, or anything else you may recognize.

James had felt Kendall's eyes following him all day, every day for the past three days, and to say it made him uneasy was an understatement. He wasn't sure what exactly the blonde was thinking of when he stared at James...The best way to kill him, how to make this living hell even more hellish. He didn't know. Typically, the Jewish religion does not believe in the existance of hell, but James was pretty that if it was real, this was it, and he had no idea what he had ever did to deserve to be here.

"Logan, he is still doing it." James mumbled as he continued to slam his shovel into the partially frozen turf, digging graves for his brutally slaughtered people. He had numbed himself to the reality of what he was doing, but one human can only endure so much heartache during the day before shutting down emotionally. James had gotten to that point a long time ago, and that scared him.

"Who's doing what? Kendall?" Logan asked, beside James also digging.

"Yeah. He is still watching me." James answered, sneaking a look over his shoulder at the beautiful man. Their eyes met, James quickly averting his vision back to the job at hand.

"You know my stand on it, James, I don't know why you don't agree." Logan huffed, the brunette's breath coming out in frosty clouds as he threw shovel after shovel of dark brown soil.

"He doesn't find me attractive, Loges. Seriously, you are crazy."

"He is practically fucking you with his eyes. And I am sorry, but you could use it to your advantage."

"I am not going to have sex with him, and how dare you even speak that as a possibility?" James glared at his best friend, contemplating his sanity.

"Not sex, just use the power you have over him. He is obviously bewitched by you, just use it to not get killed. That's all I am saying."

James remained silent, thinking about what Logan just said. He wasn't for sure if Kendall thought that way about him, or if he was just trying to decide whether to shoot him or stab him to watch him bleed out. But what if Logan was right? What if this Nazi soldier really did find him attractive? James was never one to doubt himself appearance wise, and he knew that he was handsome, but he was also Jewish. Why was the very person that was supposed to hate him taking an interest in him? So many questions he didn't know the answers to.

He continued with his job, refusing to look back at Kendall, and even tried to go as far as push the thought about him out of his head.

"James?" He jumped at the sound of his name, whirling around to come face to face with this green-eyed mystery yet again, "I'm not going to hurt you. I can see all over your face that that is what you think my intentions are. I am going to shove your shoulder now, to make it look to the other soldiers that I am roughing you up, but I will only do it lightly. It's your job to make it look like I am doing it harder." Kendall spoke softly, reaching out to shove James lightly. The brunette did as he was told, making it look like Kendall pushed him harder than he actually did.

Kendall finished his thought, "My intentions aren't to hurt you. I don't want to be here just as much as you. I am being forced to work under Hitler, and make it look like I hate Jews. That isn't the case at all, in fact I have not killed anyone. I try to keep a low profile and not attract any attention. I know you have noticed me looking at you, and from what you have seen here, that usually isn't a good sign, but again, it is not my intention to hurt you. I just want to get to know you."

"Why?" Was all James could say.

"Because, quite frankly, you fascinate me. And please don't ask me why again, because I don't know the answer to that. There is just something about you. I was thinking maybe we could get to know eachother. Honestly, we both could use a friend here."

"How would we go about spending any time together without raising suspicion?" James asked, feeling the muscles in his shoulders loosen as he determined that Kendall was being honest. He could feel Logan's stare flicker between the two of them, not quite knowing how to take the situation at hand.

"At night. We could sneak out, and I know this secluded spot where the guards won't see us. And I could sneak you more food."

"Why are you doing this?" James inquired, not knowing what to think about this. Did he wants to just be friends, or did Kendall want more?

"Because we both desperately need eachother, and I think that is reason enough."

There was nothing James could say or do but to just agree.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Reviews equal love, so show me some love y'all! ;) I will update soon!