A/N: Another chapter, woohoo! OMG. How many stories am I juggling? Five? I'm screwed…XD Oh well, I've planned out the rest of this story. I've planned out Unrequited Love and Peanut Butter, too. So, that leaves three. And I'll probably be adding three or two new ones. LOL my mind doesn't like not thinking of Kames!

Chapter 4:

It had been a week since Logan had caught James in the middle of a mental breakdown. A week. And the little nerd was still trying to help James. Thing was, James didn't want his help. He wanted to be left alone! But did that happen? NO!

James had just been trying to avoid everyone. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to laugh, he didn't want to smile, he just wanted to be left alone! Why couldn't everyone just understand that? They all kept bugging him on "How are you doing?" and "Everything alright?" It was annoying as hell! Why would they be so concerned for him? He was nothing compared to all of them. Therefore, by some stupid math property or whatever, that meant they shouldn't be worried about him!

James was sitting in his room when Logan walked in with a solemn expression.

"James-"

"What?" James snapped, interrupting Logan.

"Let me see your wrist." Logan held out his hand.

"No." James shrunk back against the head board.

"I need to see how many cuts there are so I can count each day and make sure you're not cutting anymore." Logan sat on the edge of the bed.

"No! Look, I can control it, ok? I'm strong and I can do it myself." James looked desperate to get out of there.

Logan sighed. "If you can control it, then why haven't you stopped? Why did you need it in the first place if you can control it?"

"Logan-"

"No. Don't even answer. You know you can't control it. You just can't. If you could, you would have stopped by now. You haven't. I've checked the bathroom and I've seen the blood. You haven't stopped."

"Go away. Just leave me alone!"

"No! Not until you let me see your wrists and let me help you! You're not letting me tell the others so I have to take it upon myself to help you, ok?" Logan stood up.

James only just shoved past Logan to the door. "You will never be able to help me. Only one person can, and he doesn't care." James was out the door by then.

"Shit." Logan muttered, running out into the living room and following James. "James! Get back here!"

"Get out of my fucking life, Logan!" He slammed the door.

Kendall was by Logan's side in only seconds, asking what was wrong.

"He…he…just go after him!" Logan cried out, shoving Kendall through the door after James.

Kendall stumbled after the running brunette, calling out his name and trying to run faster. He silently cursed himself for not running everyday (like James did) as the pretty boy sped up. He saw where James was heading and his eyes widened. Surely the brunette couldn't see the busy road through all his tears, right? Kendall hoped to God that was what was happening as he sped up after James.

James was now halfway across, on the median, and continuing to jog the rest of the way. Kendall ran after him, fortunately not being hit by a car yet, and reached the middle. He stepped off the median only to be shoved back on by an unknown force. He heard a screech, a horn, a few curse words, and heavy breathing and yelling in his ear.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Kendall? You could have gotten killed! Did you not see that freaking semi about to run you over?" James was yelling with tears spilling down his face.

Kendall hadn't seen it. And to say he was in shock would be a total understatement as he hugged James closer, crying into the brunette's shoulder. "Thank you…thank you…oh God, thank you…" Kendall sobbed out, gripping onto James' form tighter.

The taller boy tried to stand only to have Kendall pull him down again. James sighed and softly picked Kendall's limp form up. The blonde didn't really want to move, for he was in too much shock of almost being killed and saved by James for the third time. But the shorter boy still gripped James' form tightly, whispering thank you's into the taller boy's ear over and over again. As soon as they stepped into the apartment, they were bombarded with questions from the other two boys.

"What happened?"

"Why is James carrying Kendall?"

"Are you alright?"

James shook his head, silencing the boys. "Kendall was almost a grease spot on the road. He's in shock. We're fine. I'm going to put him to bed."

The other two nodded, noticing James' demeanor.

The tallest boy was kinder, his cold eyes melting as he held Kendall close to him. He had even smiled. James Diamond had smiled. That was something the boys hadn't seen in weeks. Weeks! James seemed a little happier, knowing that he had saved Kendall's life and that Kendall had cared about him. And Logan didn't fail to notice these little changes. Seeing them made him feel ok. James might be getting better. And that's when Logan's mind came up with an amazing plan. A plan to get James to stop cutting once and for all.

James had just walked into his and Kendall's shared room and set Kendall down on his bed. Thing was that Kendall wouldn't let go. He was clinging onto James for dear life. James knew that it probably had to do with the post-shock thing, but he couldn't help but wonder why Kendall wouldn't let go of him? Did the blonde care about James like James cared about him? It was quite possible, seeing that Kendall had run into the middle of a busy road to chase after James.

James lied down beside Kendall and pulled the blonde into his arms, resting his head on the blonde's. Kendall's hair smelled of his shampoo, and James couldn't help but smell it and kiss it. What could he say? James was just as impulsive as Kendall was. Kendall only snuggled into James' form more, gripping onto him for dear life. The smaller boy was drifting off when he felt James move.

"Don't leave me, Jamie. I love you." Kendall mumbled, holding James a little tighter. James only continued what he was doing, bringing the blanket up over both of them. Kendall moved a little bit, muttering the same three words before falling asleep on top of James.

James stared in shock at the ceiling above him.

Kendall loved him.

Kendall loved him.

Kendall loved him.

Kendall loved him.

It might not be in the way James wanted it, but it was close enough. It meant that Kendall cared for James. It meant that Kendall loved James. Whether it was in the brother way or the actual way, it didn't matter. Kendall loved him. That was all that mattered.

A/N: I practically just changed the whole story line right there. I don't know why. I just…wow. Why did I do that? I seem to like the fluffier version of this more! XD I was originally going to have some more James angst…but, I don't know anymore. Change is good, though, eh? Hahaha please REVIEW!