A/N: Hi guys! So, I totally had something to say, but I have no idea what it was. Probably wasn't that important anyways...

*~*~Good morning!~*~*

"Get up!"

Kendall was literally shaken awake, not sure by who at first.

"Hmm?" Kendall grumbled. He rubbed his eyes and his awakener let go of his shoulder.

"Thank God you're up," Carlos sighed, "James is killin' me in there."

Kendall examined Carlos for a second. His usually perky eyes looked tired, with huge bags under them, and he had stubble on his normally cleanshaven and youthful face.

"What happened to you?" Kendall asked with a yawn.

"I've been up with James since three in the morning!" Carlos hissed, "He's so, so hungover. He's been puking his brains out for the past five hours! But hey, my dad thinks he's sick, which is why he went to bed early last night, capish?"

"Right," Kendall grumbled, "and why did you wake me up?"

"Because it's your turn," Carlos told him, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of his bed, "I've been taking care of him all morning, and now I am done. Logan won't even go with him, and I just-" Carlos stopped and looked at Kendall for a second.

"Look," Carlos continued in a low voice, "I don't know what's up with you three and all your issues, but fix it before it drives me insane! Now, I'm gonna go take a nap, and no matter how PMS-y you and James are, you are keeping an eye on him and that is that!"

Kendall stood, staring at Carlos in shock. He'd never seen Carlos so... mature. Maybe it was time they started telling Carlos stuff. Carlos obviously couldn't know anything Logan didn't know, but he could at least have the situation partially explained.

"Carlos, wait," Kendall said just as Carlos turned to leave.

"Yeah?"

Kendall gulped, "I have something to tell you, that might, um, explain some things. And it's really not my place to tell-"

"I'm listening," Carlos said carefully.

"Alright," Kendall began, "well, um, James and Logan were, uh, together. But James dumped him."

"Together?" Carlos said in shock, "Like, did they, um-"

"No, no no no," Kendall almost laughed, "it was just making out. That's all."

His own words made him catch his breath. Did he really just say that? He'd heard that one before. James always had a way of being infectious, and maybe it was affecting Kendall a little too well. If lying was a disease, it certainly was contagious.

"Thanks for telling me, Kendall," Carlos said quietly.

A smile was all Kendall could manage as a reply.

~*~*Now like ten seconds later...*~*~

"Hey," Kendall pushed the door to the small bathroom open. It was cool inside, the white linoleum freezing against his bare feet.

James looked up at Kendall from his position on the floor, glaring at him through puffy red eyes. Kendall had thought Carlos looked bad. James, on the other hand, looked awful. His hair was messed up and frizzy, a very rare occurence for James. James's face looked pale instead of his usual rosy cheeks and his eyes were sunken and barely being held open.

"What are you doing here?" James spat at him. He was clearly not in a great mood.

"Carlos sent me," he said flatly. His goal was to remain emotionless, detached, and certainly not shaken up by James's behavior. If James found out that he was worried, he'd probably just take advantage of it.

"Why?" James hissed.

"Well, Carlos needs sleep after getting up at 3 AM when you started puking, Logan won't even look at you, and apparently, I have to do everything when it comes to you!" His voice had risen with anger and his "emotionless" plan was clearly failing.

"I thought you hated me," James grumbled.

"Oh believe me," Kendall told him, "if it were up to me, we'd leave you alone in here to drown in your own puke!"

"So why don't you," James growled at him.

"Because if you died, Carlos would be really sad," Kendall shot back. James was obviously miserable and getting his punishment for last night, but he was really trying not to lose the upper hand.

They sat there in silence, looking anywhere but at eachother. Kendall pretended to examine the swirly blue detailing that surrounded the room, while James stared into the toilet and thought about how much he'd like to die at that very second.

"So, do you remember anything from last night?" Kendall asked quietly.

James shook his head slowly, "Not really. Why? Did anything happen?"

Kendall gulped, before realizing he could use this to attack James.

"Well James, you were about to go home with a sketchy 30 year old guy, but I came and saved your stupid ass."

"You did?" James asked quietly. Now he was really feeling bad. There he was, destroying Kendall, yet Kendall came and saved the day anyways. Fantastic. Now Kendall was a saint. And if Kendall was a saint, James was clearly the devil.

"Yeah," Kendall said quietly, "you're welcome, even though I'm starting to think I should've just left you there to get raped."

"Wait," James said, "how'd you get me home? Did we walk?"

"No," Kendall gulped, "Christina drove me. You were pissed."

"She is so trashy," James grumbled.

"Oh, and you are just sooo-"

Kendall was cut off as James leaned into the toilet and puked up the contents of his stomach, whatever that could be at the moment.

"...classy," Kendall finished, "Great."'

James just groaned and leaned his head against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed and his hands covering his face.

"Dude, there's puke on your shirt," Kendall informed him with a grimace.

James shrugged and pulled the black v-neck over his head, tossing it across the room. He'd probably never wear that one again, not that it mattered. James seemed to have an infinite supply of black v-necks and wife beaters.

Kendall watched as James stretched and yawned, realizing a little too late that telling James about the puke on his shirt and therefore making him take it off was probably not his best plan.

"Here," Kendall said, "take my shirt." He pulled his own t-shirt off and tossed it to James. It was a crewneck with a looser fit, which was probably a good thing.

"Why?" James asked in confusion when he caught it, looking at the shirt as if it was the strangest thing he'd ever seen.

"Because," Kendall had to think fast. There was no way he could just tell James that he didn't need James's muscles and smooth skin turning him on right then, so he needed an excuse. "You'll, um, you could get puke on yourself. And then you'd have to take a shower, and um- it would just be a hassle."

James shrugged and pulled the shirt on, rubbing his eyes after he did so.

"I'll just go get-" Kendall began to stand up, but he realized that if he did, certain issues would be made painfully obvious to James. That was not a good idea.

"Actually," Kendall said, "it's hot in here anyways. I'll get another shirt later.

James looked like he was about to say something, or maybe even smile, but turned and puked again instead.

"You good?" Kendall asked him.

"Yeah, fucking fabulous," James shot back, "I just love hangovers."

"Sorry for asking," Kendall grumbled, running a hand through his hair. How long did he have to watch James? It was feeling like a hell of a long time.

They sat in another awkward silence, just staring at eachother. It was annoying how incredibly magnetic James was. Even now, with the dead looking eyes and messed up hair, Kendall felt drawn to go to him. Actually, this wrecked side of James was pretty hot. It was a side that was reserved for only those closest to James, like him. All the girls, execs, and parents saw this polished, happy James. He got to see the real, hidden James. The raw mess that came after the long nights of partying or sex, the dude with bags under his eyes and scruff on his face.

"Dude," James finally said, "what?"

"Huh?" Kendall was suddenly snapped out of his own head. Maybe there, in a different world, he would've gone to James, gotten close to him and helped him in the aftermath of his insanity. But there he was, in the real world, with his back to the wall of the small bathroom and his legs stretched out, his feet the closest thing to the destroyed boy across from him.

"You've just been staring at me," James said flatly, "Enjoying yourself? I know you were into me, but I don't exactly look my best right now."

"You think?" Kendall smirked, "Maybe next time you'll think of this before calling out to the bartender."

"Doubt it," James smiled at him, "You know me better than that."

"You're right," Kendall replied, "I shouldn't have expected you to be responsible."

"Did you really believe it? Or was it more just false hope? We both know it's impossible. It'd never work," James said. His joking tone slowed, sounding more serious as he spoke.

Kendall, who had been looking down at the ground and chuckling, looked up and met James's eyes. It wasn't really clear what James was talking about anymore, but whatever it was, it wasn't necessarily just James's responsibility. Or maybe it was, just not about drinking.

"W-what?" Kendall stuttered.

James gulped and looked at the wall behind Kendall's head, "Uh, well, y'know," he waved at the air, "what we were talking about."

"Right," Kendall agreed quickly, nodding, "Glad we're on the same page."

"Yeah," James agreed, "sure."

They had another long, silent, and awkward moment. The air in the room seemed stale and all too hot for comfort as they sat there, both even more confused than they had been a few days ago.

"Nothing?" Kendall said after the pause.

"Huh?" James asked him, "W-what do you mean?" Did Kendall mean to ask if James felt anything towards him? Because in that case, whatever he felt was certainly more than nothing. He was sure of that.

"Never mind," Kendall waved dismissively, causing him to drop the subject. Obviously, James didn't remember telling Kendall he loved him, and Kendall was stupid to think otherwise, even for a second.

"I miss you," James said quietly and suddenly, "I don't know what you mean by 'nothing,' but I do know I miss you."

"James, you can't just expect to get my trust back that quickly. Not after what you did to Logan. You won't do that to me."

"I know," James gulped, "but I miss you, Kendall, and not just your lips, or your arms," James smirked, "Or your hips, your neck, your legs," he trailed off, gazing into Kendall's bright green eyes. He bit his lip and poked at Kendall's outstretched leg with his toe, "Your open legs, might I add," he said.

"James," Kendall said again slowly, the name rolling off his toungue with caution. He shifted, trying to look casual and certainly not at all turned on.

James shook his head, "Anyways, flirting aside, I miss being your friend. Being your buddy. We were bros. I need that Kendall back. Who else would be my wingman?"

That got a smile out of Kendall, "So you think we should go back to being friends?" Kendall clarified. Friends he could do. He was good at friends.

"Best friends," James stated.

Kendall nodded in agreement, feeling a small pang of worry. He may have been good at being just friends, but James, on the other hand, was not. Everything James did was sexual. Still, it was worth a shot.

The door suddenly opened, revealing a smiling Carlos.

"Hey Kendall," he said, "I can watch drunky over here for a little while."

"Oh great," James said sarcastically as Kendall got up off of the floor stiffly, apparently not realizing how long he'd been in there, "An energized Carlos. The perfect solution for a headache."

"You know it," Carlos joked. He patted Kendall on the arm as he went to the door.

"Bye guys," Kendall said, "I'm gonna go get some coffee."

"Lata lata Kendork," James called with a wink.

Kendall shook his head as he closed the door behind him. He chose to try and ignore that wink.

*~*~Ta da!~*~*

A/N: So clearly, this chapter was a little more light-hearted than the past few... sorta. It was kinda sorta fluffy, but I'm gonna guess most of you are pretty frustrated with their little conclusion there. I hope you liked it, please review!