Kendall's POV

I stare into his glinting eyes, a thousand words coming to my mind, yet none coming out. I stare at the marvelous man, barely breathing, my jaw down and my mouth a gaping hole. James stares at me, raises his eyebrows in amusement and stifles a laugh.

"You're...you're..." I stutter out catching my breath.

James smiles at me and my heart skips a beat. "Yeah, I'm James Diamond," he states confidently as he helps me sit up, holding the ice against my aching head.

"I'm... I'm Kendall. Kendall Knight," I choke out staring at him in a daze.

"Nice name, never met anyone with it. How's your head feeling?" James asks concerned as he touches my head where the disk hit.

My breaths increase as he touches my head and electricity runs through my body. I small in audible squeal comes from my throat.

"It's alright, barely feel a thing," I lie with a small smile; I don't want him to feel bad that I'm hurt.

"Well I still think I owe you something, want to come with me to eat at the Burger Shack down the beach?" James insists.

I look around at the empty beach, and the setting sun shining of the water. I know it's getting late, but I don't care. "Sounds cool, thanks, James."

James grabs my hand and helps me rise to my feet. I'm so overwhelmed by the past few minutes I stumble as I stand. But I catch my balance, thanks to James, and we start walking towards the Burger joint, a huge smile on my face and the ice pack held to my head.

James and I sit down at a table on the deck of the shack with cheeseburgers and fries in front of us. I'm not really hungry; I am too excited about James's and my "date?" I guess I'll call it, even though it really isn't.

"So do you live here in LA," James says breaking the silence, "or are you here for vacation?"

"I'm here on vacation with my mom and sister," I say biting into my cheeseburger, "I'm from Minnesota actually." I swallow my food quickly realizing my bad manners of talking with food in my mouth.

James smirks at me, I don't think he cares that my manners are bad. He is the same age as me; he probably does the same thing. As I think this he takes a handful of fries and puts them in his mouth chewing then says, "Cool, since you're up north, do you like hockey?"

I didn't register his question because I'm thinking about how cool he is, doing the same as me and not caring about what he looks like in front of me. "I'm sorry what?" I say snapping back to reality.

James snickers and asks the question again, slowly and in a teasing manner. Which I don't mind, it's just a joke.

I tell him all about the hockey I play with my friends and what my future hopes and dreams are in my career. James listens then tells me how he used to play hockey all the time; I fall in love with him a little bit more. Of all the things I know about him, this is something he never told any interviewers. I interrupt him to ask, "How come you have never told any interviewers about hockey?"

"Well," James sighs, "this may sound stupid but, it's one of the things I cherish most from home. I felt that if I told everyone about it, I would lose one of the things I cared most about." James looks down at his plate, saddened.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry for making you upset, but that's a really amazing reason why you didn't say anything. I'm happy that you told me something that no one else knows," I grin at him as he looks up at me.

"Yeah, me too," He speaks to me, looking into my eyes, then looking away just as quickly.

James then stares past my shoulder in a daze.

"What are you looking at?" I question.

"The sunset, it's the most beautiful thing you will ever see," James sighs.

I turn and gaze at the ocean, colors of orange, red, blue, and purple swirl together and sparkle off the crystal water, its waves, gently lapping across the shore.

"Wow," I speak, just breathless. My brain suddenly catches up to me and my eyes grow wide turning back to James. "Wait, what time is it?" I just remembered: my mom, Katie, dinner.

James, concerned by my sudden urgency, takes out his phone. "It's about 8:15. Why?"

"Oh crap, my family, I was supposed to meet them an hour ago. I'm sorry, I wish I could stay, it was so great meeting you." I want to cry, I meet my idol, connect with him, and I have to leave so quickly.

I rise from my seat to leave when James says suddenly, "Wait!" I stop dead in my tracks and look back at him. "I want to give you my number. Hopefully we can hang out before you leave Los Angeles." I smile and walk back towards James.

"Are you serious? I'm not famous or anything special." I question, regretting it instantly, afraid he will reconsider.

"Yeah, I felt like I can just be myself when I'm with you, not a famous celebrity. I could just be a normal person," James admits blushing as he hands me a small slip of paper with his number on it.

I beam at him blushing too, "Bye, James. See you later," I speak, turning away with a little wave. I walk back to the hotel with a bounce in my step, clutching in my fist the tiny piece of paper that now means the world to me.

Due to a trip I am taking in a few days I won't be updating for about 2 weeks :( I will write while I'm gone but sorry about that. In the mean time check out my other story One Will Be Victorious a Hunger Games and Victorious crossover :)