A/N: Okay! Here's chapter two! I got my first review last night when I was on my way back from a dance, so thank you! It made me very happy c:

They sat alone in the common room eating breakfast together. Connor made the meal. Just some scrambled eggs, two strips of bacon for each, and a glass of orange juice.

"This is delicious, Con- Elder McKinley.." Kevin gotembarrassedand continued eating and not looking up at the red-head.

"It's okay, Kevin! I can call you Kevin, right? We could call each other by our first names when the others aren't around, if you'd like," Connor dropped his voice on the last sentence and Kevin stopped chewing his food and looked up at him through his eyelashes. Connor's left eyebrow was crooked in question.

Kevin struggled to swallow what was in his mouth, "yeah. Sure. That'd be cool. Totally," Kevin looked into Connor's eyes as he spoke. Those eyes. Connor grinned at him and went back to eating.

After they were both done, Kevin offered to clean the dishes, "only if I can help," Connor protested as Kevin was picking up his plate.

"Well, that doesn't make that much sense for you to-" Kevin got cut off by a finger to his lips.

"I'm helping," Connor grabbed his plate back and bopped Kevin on the nose as he started towards the kitchen again, a sway in his steps.

Kevin stood there, still holding his dishes.

"Hey there, Elder Price! You already made breakfast? Not fair! You should have made some for all the Elders! Especially me," a giddy voice said as a short chubby man walked in. Elder Cunningham.

Kevin snapped out of his daze and opened his mouth to answer when he wasinterruptedagain, "I made breakfast. Maybe if you all woke up early as well, then you'd get some of my delicious cooking. Isn't that right, Elder Price?" Connor walked next to Kevin and put his hand on his shoulder, reaching for his plate and cup.

"No," Kevin whispered to him, moving the dished out of Connor's reach. Connor shrugged and sat back down, "it was a good meal, Elder McKinley," and Kevin started walking back to the kitchen to clean up his dishes. But one thing that Kevin didn't see that Connor did, was the questioning, grinning glance that Elder Cunningham made between the two of them.

Connor watched Kevin swiftly walk out of the room and saw Arnold glance at the two. The curly haired man sat in front of the red-head, still grinning, "Elder McKinley; are you two finally coming to terms that you two love each other?"

Connor snapped his attention at Arnold and quickly started speaking, "I don't love him! That.. That's not natural! That's not what Heavenly Father intended! Boys should be with girls! That's the only way it should be," but Connor knew he was lying to himself (which was an even bigger sin than being gay). He could feel a blush creep up his neck onto his cheeks and he turned his head away again.

"Elder, it's okay," Arnold was using a hushed voice for the precaution of the other Elders waking up, "I personally think it's just as natural as me liking Nabalungi," they sat in silence until Arnold sighed and broke the silence. Again, "you said you were going to Florida, correct?"

Connor finally looked back over at the Elder, "yes..." he replied in a quite voice.

"Then you should take him with you! Or offer. He's always talking about how much he loves Orlando," Arnold stated matter-of-fact-ly.

Connor thought about their conversation in the washroom from earlier that morning. Kevin'd explained to him all that he knew about Orlando. Which wasn't really much seeing the only things he listed off were amusement parks and putt-putt golfing. He gave an unknowingly goofy grin at the thought. Then the sound of Kevin's voice snapped him out of it.

"Hello again, Elders. Here, I made you some breakfast, Elder Cunningham," Kevin set the plate in front of the excited curly-haired man and sat down next to him, "what was with that grin, Elder McKinley, if you don't mind my asking?"

Arnold gave a full-mouthed smirk at Connor as Connor glared at him, "oh, it was for no reason, Elder Price. Just remembering something," Arnold swallowed his food and mouthed the words to Connor "do it". Connor sighed and turned back to the brunette and cleared his voice, "so, Elder Price! I was going to ask you- I was kind of wondering if-" Connor struggled to find the words.

Arnold rolled his eyes and completed the question for him with a mouth full of food, "he wanted to ask if you wanted to go to Florida with him".

Kevin perked up and looked at a blushing Connor, "that'd be awesome! You're willing to let me come with you? I won't bug you, will I? Because if I would, then I don't have to go. It's so nice of you! Gosh! I could just kiss you right now!" Then Kevin realized what he'd just said. He covered his mouth, his eyes wide. Connor's eyes bugged and his face turned crimson red. Then there was Elder Cunningham, giggling over his plate.

All three of them sat there for a long while until more Elder's walked in. After Arnold finished eating, Kevin excused himself to get started on the day.

Just like every other day in Uganda, it was blazing hot. The two missionaries walked around, receiving greetings from the Ugandans.

"Elder Cunningham!" a female voice called.

"Naba? How are you- Oh!" Arnold was tackled into a hug. Kevin rolled his eyes but couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, Elder Cunningham! I've missed you so!" Nabalungi kept him in a strong hug as they talked, swaying side-to-side.

After a while, Kevin found a rock to sit and and started reading. But he couldn't concentrate. All he could think about was how stupid he was earlier that morning.

He was so enveloped in cursing himself for being so stupid that he finally noticed his companion trying to get his attention when he yelled his name for the third time, "oh, hello, Elder," he smiled at him but Arnold didn't buy it.

"What's wrong with you today, Elder?"

Kevin had known Arnold to long to be able to trick him. So he just sighed, "can we just not talk about it, Elder?" Kevin looked at him pleadingly.

Arnold sighed and reached out his hand to help the brunette up, "fine. But you're going to have to talk about it sooner or later. No turning it off".

"I don't think I'd be able to turn off something of this magnitude..."

A/N: There... It seems a bit short *sigh*. But anyways, point out any mistakes and review.

Oh! And by the way, Arnold Cunningham is and always will be the king of the McPriceley ship.