Ah, yes, and so it already begins. I know I said I post one chapter a day, but yesterday was one of those times that my head hit the pillow as soon as I got off work. And since I had to work both jobs yesterday AND I'm sick as hell, it just wasn't gonna happen. But I dragged myself out of bed, stuffy nose and sore throat and all, to post this. And judging by the two reviews I got, I'm guessing not many people are fans of Jarlos being the main focus couple of a story. Oh well, this is for Jakii anyways, and it's complete, so why not! Okay, done delusionally rambling. Part two!

It was all over the tabloids. One opportune photo at the beach. Just a simple picture of two boys strolling along the coast line holding hands. And the speculations had begun. James almost wanted to laugh, because not but a few minutes before that, they had shared a pretty raunchy kiss as James came back to the large picnic blanket, soaked through and through. Yeah, if they had really been as "lucky" as they claimed in the article accompanying the photo, they would've caught that much more telling occurrence. Yeah, he almost wanted to laugh.

Except they weren't supposed to be so obvious. That had been one of their stipulations. They could be together, but it had to be kept under wraps.

And now everything seemed to be ruined.

Except it wasn't. With a few well placed exclusive interviews, things seemed to be moving along much smoother than before.

And again, James felt that unbearable weight being placed upon his broad shoulders once more.

"He's perfect. That's just the only way to describe him." Despite his love for the shorter boy's husky voice, the words were almost like a shot to his chest. In the general vicinity of his heart.

He smirked at the interviewer, alert and aware of every camera that was aimed in his general direction. And backstage afterward, he left a very confused Carlos in his wake as he stormed to his dressing room, all but disappearing from the studio. Then he ignored the phone calls and texts he received after for a few hours. Still steaming at the ears as the afternoon sun disappeared.

But then...the guilt came tumbling down on him. So when he curled around his boyfriend that night, still a little tipsy from the beers he had swiped from Buddha Bob's tool box, he made sure he lived up to that dreaded "p" word multiple times.

Because he would do anything for Carlos, he loved him. So he had to be perfect, just for him.