Hey yall the first four chapter ARE NOT MY WORK! They are the work of Ireland Maslow. This user has given me exclusive permission to continue this story.

Sorry it took so long for me to update! I kinda lost motivation to work on the stories I have going. But I managed to find some for this story. I started working on two one-shots also. One is James and one of my OCs with Adam Young a.k.a Owl City and my best friend's OC. The other is a JamesxLucy one-shot. Both will be finished and posted on the 22nd of this month, which is the 3 year anniversary of me being a part of this wonderful website. :D

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"Kendall! You have to talk to me sometime!" James had been desperately trying to get Kendall to talk to him. It had been a week since what happened in the bedroom. James really regretted what he did. Kendall wouldn't give him the time of day though. Kendall slammed the bedroom door in James' face, locking it so he couldn't get in.

James closed his eyes and sighed heavily before turning and going to the other room. He had to talk to Kendall, and it had to be when nobody was home, which wasn't often. He wasn't sure how to get the blond to listen. He had tried everything, he even texted him. Kendall probably didn't read it, just deleted it. James was pacing in the living room, biting his lip, and racking his brains. There had to be a way to get him to listen. There just had to be. He wasn't about to let his stupidity ruin their lifelong friendship.

"You okay, dude?"

James jumped at the voice and turned to see Logan and Carlos by the door. He stared for a moment before shaking his head. "Is this about the guy from the other day?" Logan asked as he walked toward his taller friend. James just nodded. He was surprised Logan hadn't figured out that it was Kendall yet. It was obvious there was something off between the two. He knew it wouldn't be long before Logan knew. "What guy?" Carlos asked, falling on the couch on his side. He flipped the TV on and started through the channels. "It's nothing," James answered, not feeling like talking about it. "But I want to know," Carlos whined.

James sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Long story short, I gave a hand job to a guy who thought he might be gay, he got mad, and now won't talk to me." He was a little taken back when Carlos burst into laughter. "I guess he's not really gay then," the Latino said once he stopped laughing. James just shook his head and went to the kitchen. Logan followed him and leaned against the counter while James raided the fridge. "Do you want to talk about it?" James knew this kind of stuff made Logan uncomfortable. James chuckled a little and shook his head. "I'll figure it out somehow." He noticed Logan seemed to relax a little.

"Well, you can talk to me if you need to. Maybe I can help?" He said, seeming unsure. James was sure there wasn't much Logan could do to help. Unless he can magically convince Kendall to talk to him. Which he was beginning to believe wouldn't happen. They heard the bedroom door open and footsteps. Kendall didn't even make eye contact with James when he walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in a sky blue tank top and grey sweat pants with running shoes. He grabbed a bottle of water before heading toward the door. James waited for a couple of minutes before leaving. He had to talk to Kendall. He wasn't dressed for running, but he was faster than Kendall, so it didn't really matter. He caught up to Kendall, who didn't even acknowledge him.

"Kendall, we need to talk about what happened."

"No, we don't, what happened was a mistake," Kendall said.

The blond sped up his jog a little, implying the conversation was over. James wasn't taking no for an answer. "How long are you going to stay mad?" James asked, Kendall caught him off guard when he stopped. "How long am I going to stay mad? James you... you molested me," he said quietly. "People don't just get over that overnight." "I didn't mean for that to happen! I got caught in the moment!" James pleaded, Kendall looked off to the side.

"When you come up with a better excuse, I'll be around," with that, Kendall started running again. James didn't bother chasing after him. He felt all the emotions he had building up inside. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair before kicking the nearby building. He stood there for a moment before deciding the only thing he could do was head back to the apartment. One way or another, he would make this right.

Kendall kept pushing himself to run faster. He wasn't used to running, it made his heart rate go wild and his muscle ache. But he enjoyed that. The burn and pain made him almost forget James. They had been friends since pre-school and now this had to happen? It just wasn't fair. Kendall remembered Katie saying that friendships like theirs normally ended as the friends got older, but he didn't believe her. Maybe she was right. He didn't want to lose James as a friend, but he didn't see how their friendship could be the same after what James did.

He also was worried about losing Logan and Carlos. They would be torn between two people who aren't friends anymore. That wouldn't be fair to them. The band would be over and they would disappoint thousands of people. Kendall stopped running, leaning against a nearby wall before doubling over. He was breathing heavy and dripping sweat. He wasn't sure how long he had been running. After somewhat catching his breath, he stood up straight. He looked around and realized he was a good ways from The Palm Woods. He decided to walk back instead of run. He wasn't entirely ready to go back, but he had nowhere else to go.

Someone was renting out space in the studio, all his friends were at The Palm Woods, and he didn't have any money on him. He hoped that maybe James went somewhere so he could have at least an hour to himself. Kendall worried about when people realized something was off between him and James. What if they started asking questions? What if James told them what happened? What if he makes it sound like Kendall wanted it to happen? Did he want it to happen? No, he couldn't have! But he didn't really do anything to stop it from happening. He did allow it to happen. But that doesn't mean he wanted it to happen, right?

He was just confused and got caught up in the moment. It wasn't supposed to happen. By the time Kendall got back to the apartment the muscles in his legs were burning. All he wanted to do was get a cold bottle of water and crash on the couch for a while. Nobody was in the apartment, at least not in the main part anyway. He had seen Logan in the lobby and Carlos was by the pool. He wasn't sure where his mom, Katie or James were at. Kendall collapsed on the couch and drank half the bottle of water. He moved to lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. It was nice to just sit in the quiet and relax. After a few minutes of staring at the white ceiling, he moved to put his arm over his face, burying it in the crook of his bent elbow. He shut his eyes and laid there. He could faintly hear people down at the pool, but it wasn't too loud.

He began to drift off to sleep, but was woken up by someone's footsteps. He moved his arm to see who it was and felt his heart stop when he saw James. The brunette looked away and kept walking toward the kitchen. He started getting stuff out of the fridge. Kendall tried not to look at him, tried to just ignore him, and continue relaxing. "Do you want a sandwich?" James asked, Kendall looked over at him for a second before shaking his head. He didn't say anything, trying to show James he was ignoring him. It seemed to work because James didn't say another word to the blond. After James made his sandwich, he sat down at the counter and ate quietly. The tension and awkwardness could be felt throughout the room. Kendall put his arm back over his face, trying his best to pretend James wasn't there. He kept peaking though, it felt like he couldn't trust James. He hated that feeling, but he couldn't make it go away either.

"So, are you just going to pretend I don't exist now?" James asked, sounding a bit hurt. Kendall didn't move or say anything. "Fine, you know what, be that way." James stood up and made the couple of steps to be standing in front of Kendall, who moved to rest on his elbows. "I didn't do anything wrong! If you didn't want it to happen, you would have stopped me! It doesn't matter that it felt good, if you really had a problem with it, you would have stopped it! Quit acting like I raped you! You let it happen! The only person you have to blame is yourself! Had you really had a problem with it, I would have stopped! All you had to do was tell me you really didn't want it to go that far! You're not a victim, Kendall! Quit acting like one! It was your own fault it happened! I was trying to help! Believe me or don't, I don't care anymore! But I'm telling the truth! You should have pushed me away! You should have gotten up! But no, you laid there and you enjoyed it! If you want to be upset about something, be upset that you were stupid enough to let it happen!" James was yelling so loud it hurt his throat. He had tears stinging his eyes from anger and hurt. He held eye contact with Kendall, who looked about ready to cry, for a few seconds longer before storming toward the bedrooms.

Kendall heard the bedroom door slam shut as hard as it could. He moved to sit up on the couch with his elbows on his knees and head resting in his hands. He fought back the tears the best he could. James was right. If he really did want it to stop, he would have tried harder. But now that it happened, he didn't like it. Kendall wasn't sure what to feel. Part of him said that James was right, but the other part said that he was wrong, and it wouldn't have mattered what he said, James would have done it anyway. That part told Kendall that James was a sick pervert who used him. He wasn't sure which part was telling the truth. Would James have actually stopped if he pushed him away? Or would he have been too into it and forced Kendall to enjoy it? Kendall didn't want to admit he was just playing the victim. Maybe all this was his fault. The only thing Kendall knew for sure was that this wouldn't get better anytime soon.

Aw, poor, confused Kendall. I feel bad for him. :( I also feel bad for James. Who do you think is to blame? I hope you like this chapter! I've been working on for the past couple of hours. It's now almost 2 AM and I just finished. I was pretty pleased with the ending. Review please!