Title: Picture Perfect Memories With BTR
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Genre: Friendship, Romance
Rating: T, just in case
Picture Perfect Memories With BTR
3. abby1234: Green Like Envy
Summary for "Green Like Envy" - James and Abigail Hudson (OC) have always been good friends. But when Kendall and Abigail seem to be growing closer, James can't help but feel envious. Could James' feelings for her be more than they both thought? James/Abigail, Kendall/Abigail friendship.
She laughed loudly, hiding her face in his shoulder. He shrugged, grinning as she did so, looking down at her fondly. A lot more fondly than he should be, though. James was unable to stop his eyes from narrowing as he stared at Kendall, his supposed best friend. How could he do this to him? How could he steal his girl like that? He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion then. His girl? When had she turned into his girl?
Abigail Hudson. Glossy dark brown hair that settled just below her chin and green eyes that when light when she was happy and dark when she was angry. She loved listening to the randomest bands, from the obvious ones like Hedley and Marianas Trench, and non-obvious ones like Incubus. James hadn't even realized that there had been a band named Incubus until Abigail had once, smiling, placed one of her ear buds into her ear and pretty much forced him to listen to the songs. He had to say, the band was pretty awesome.
But definitely something he didn't listen to. And most definitely not a band he thought a girl like Abigail listened to.
Abigail Hudson. An engima, someone who always kept James on his toes, someone who always called him on his stupidness or cockiness. James might act like he was annoyed or irritated by it, but it secretly gave him a thrill. Normal girls would simply seethe to themselves or actually like it, but Abigail was different. In a good way, of course. Although, to James, even her flaws were good things. He could never think negatively of her, even if he tried and forced himself to.
"Kendall! That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You must be lying!" Abigail shouted, laughing madly as she did so, her face turning a rather pretty shade of red.
Kendall laughed along with her, shaking his head. "I'm not lying - that was exactly what Gustavo said to me! I tried my hardest not to laugh in his face when he did, though. You know how the guy can be, after all; you've had a contract with him before, and look where it's gotten you now."
She giggled. "Yeah - Ms. Abigail Hudson, the musical engima. Don't remind me. Gosh - just because I can play three instruments..."
"And can write songs, and isn't too bad at singing, and -" She cut Kendall off by shoving him lightly, playfully rolling her eyes in a way that made James' stomach coil and flip-flop, while also making his teeth and fists clench in anger and jealousy.
"Stop with the compliments Kendall, or else I'll have an ego as big as James'." Abigail joked.
James decided to step into the conversation then, eager to finally have some time to talk to her. "Hello? I'm right here, you guys, so I can hear you perfectly well!" He shouted to them - Abigail in particular. He narrowed his eyes, trying to act like he was annoyed by her, when really - how could he be annoyed by her?
Abigail rolled her eyes at him. "Nobody asked you to eavesdrop, y'know." She retorted easily, shrugging her shoulders.
James narrowed his eyes further. "Well excuse me if I happen to hear my name and decide to tune in. I simply cannot allow my reputation to be tarnished, after all." He told her, huffing in fake irritation.
Kendall laughed. "Sure, dude - whatever you say." And then Kendall and Abigail went back to talking and laughing about random things that James for the life of him could seriously not relate to. Seriously, just about half of the things they talk about, James had no idea of. Sure, when they start talking about hockey, he'll throw in a few words about it and even debate a bit about whether or not Abigail's favourite hockey team, Edmonton Oliers, was a good one before Kendall pretty much brushes his off and out of the conversation like he had just done right then, but when they start talking about different types of guitars and drums? He had no idea what they were getting at.
And how could he? All James cared about was singing and his dashing good looks! Well, Abigail was also another thing he cared about, along with hockey, but that was pretty much it.
He sighed to himself. "Stupid Kendall, always stealing my girl." First it had been Jo when she had come, now it was Abigail.
Of course, at first, when Abigail had come, all four friends had sprung upon her. Carlos had tried his "bad boy" bit, but it had backfired because Abigail apparently thought he looked adorable in leather and just pinched his cheeks; Logan had tried his British accent but the only affect it had on Abigail was her telling Logan that she one day wanted to possibly have a tour in England or just live there some day; Kendall, as always, tried to be himself but Abigail had only become a good friend of his. In fact, all four of them had become good friends of hers, but James had soon enough started to want to be more than just friends, and Kendall seemed to like her a lot too now.
And it wasn't good that it seemed like Abigail was interested in Kendall all of a sudden too, now...
"Hey James! Whatcha thinking?" Carlos asked innocently from behind him, wearing his stupid helmet. James rolled his eyes. Seriously - did he not know how bad it was, wearing a helmet on your hair for so long like that? Your hair would get all messy and you would get helmet hair as bad as Kendall's! James tries to tell Carlos about this, but the dude always just brushed him off!
"Nothing."
Carlos pouted. "That's my job, man!"
James furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but decided not to go ahead and comment on that. Let Carlos think, or not think, for himself.
"Sure, dude." He told him, then went back to look over at Kendall and Abigail, who were hanging onto each other from support, seeming to be laughing their lungs out about something. Well, good, James thought, If Kendall manages to laugh his lungs out, maybe he'll die and I can save Abigail from laughing her lungs out and then she'll fall in love with me like she's supposed to. After all - I'm the hot, good-looking one! Kendall's just the one with helmet hair!
"Looking at Abby again, James?" Came a voice from behind him. It was Carlos' voice though; it was Logan's, the so-called brainiac from their group.
James turned around. "First of all, shut up. Second, I'm not looking at only Abby! Kendall's there, too." The last sentence was said in a lower, darker tone, and James found himself frowning angrily as he thought about his friends.
What happened to "bros before hos"?
Of course, this did not mean that Abigail was a ho, but, well, if Kendall backed off because of the bro code, then James could go ahead and swoop in and sweep the beautiful musician off of her feet!
Logan simply laughed, though. "Anyone with a brain can detect the jealousy in your voice, James." He said.
Carlos furrowed his eyebrows. "Huh? James is actually jealous? Of who? Abby? But...but why? Is it because she's prettier than him or something?" The helmet-wearing teen asked in confusion. James huffed angrily.
"Please! It's obvious that, while Abigail's pretty, I'm hott - with two "t"s, mind you! And hottness - especially with two "t"s - totally trumps prettiness, let me tell you." James interjected, shoving his finger in Carlos' face and wagging it carefully so the boy understood. Carlos raised an eyebrow, but nodded his head, so James happily backed off, leaning in his lawn chair.
Logan settled himself on the lawn chair next to him, Carlos having seated himself on the lawn chair on the other side of James. "No, Carlos - James isn't jealous of Abigail's prettiness, but he is jealous of the guy who's currently hanging out with her: Kendall." He told him superiorly, smirking at James when he glared at him in irritation. This time, of course, the irritation was real.
"Because of Kendall's prettiness? I didn't think that Kendall was pretty -"
"I'm am not jealous of his prettiness! I have hottness for the last time - with two "t"s!" James shrieked. Kendall and Abigail stopped talking and looked over at them for a while, confused, but then went back to talking. The "hott" teen groaned loudly and leaned back, placing his arms behind his head and looking up at the sky, inspecting the clouds angrily. Hmm...that one looked exactly like Kendall with his head cut off...
"Ohhh!" Carlos finally realized, "He's jealous of Kendall because he's hanging out with Abby and stuff! Haha! James is jeal-ous, James is jeal-ous! Jeal-ous, jeal-ous, je-"
A swift whack on the back of his neck - he couldn't hit the back of his head because of his stupid helmet, darn thing - shut him up effectively.
"You guys have to be the worst friends ever." James deadpanned to them, still looking up at the cloud that had Kendall with his head cut off. It was simply too awesome to take his eyes off of, since the cloud was the only thing holding back his true anger and frustration that was pent up; all of it towards Kendall, of course.
"We could help you out, if you'd like." Carlos offered suddenly.
James burst out laughing. "Yeah! Right! Says the guy who's "bad boy" routine turned off two girls! One of which is the one who I'm trying to impress!" James spat out. Carlos' happy expression darkened into a more sad, depressed-looking one; complete with the lower lip jutting out just slightly to make him look sadder. The "hott" teen couldn't help but feel bad about it.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Gosh, Carlos - stop with the sad face!" James told him, looking away from it.
Carlos immediately began to smile again, and mumbled something like, "Always works like a charm," to himself under his breath. James decided to go ahead and ignore that.
Logan popped in then. "Well, we could if you wished. With my intellect and your good looks, how could Abigail not fall for you?"
"Hey! What about me, guys?" Logan and James decided to go ahead and ignore their company.
James sighed loudly, looking back up at the sky (Damn! He couldn't find that Kendall-with-his-head-chopped-off cloud!), feeling even more depressed than before. Yeah right! Kendall was totally more of a chick magnet. Well, sure, James got the hot girls, but he also got the ones who had no brains and only cared for good looks. With good looks alone, James got many things, but if you added intellect and hilariousness and all of those other mushy things girls cared out, it was obvious that Kendall would be the best choice. And Abigail was not like any of those brainless girls who easily fell for a hot guy - this was both a good and bad thing, mind you - so of course she would go for Kendall.
Even with Logan by his side, James wouldn't be able to win Abigail's affections, he knew. So why even try and set himself up for even more heartbreak?
"Nah; it's alright, Logan dude. I'm just gonna go back inside. See you two around." James got up and left the pool side, dragging his feet all the way inside Palm Woods and into the elevator and into 2J, dropping himself lazily onto the couch. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, so it was not long until James found his eyes turning heavier and heavier, and soon they were closed and with a slight tug on his mind, he found himself in a deep sleep...
There was slight pressure on his lips; a light, feathery-soft pressure that made James pucker his lips. God, he did not know what that feeling was, but man did it feel good...
A giggle - a girlish one at that - caused him to abruptly snap his eyes open, and there was a gasp of surprise and a pair of deep green eyes that were so close to his eyes widened as well, and then, when the girl leaned back, James finally realized who this girl was. Who had kissed him, who had giggled, who had the most beautiful pair of green eyes.
Abigail Husdon, the girl of his dreams.
The girl who he had been crushing on rather hard.
The girl who, apparently, just had kissed him.
Him. And not Kendall, the guy who he thought she liked. The guy who James thought liked her back, as well. After all - who couldn't? With her gorgeous, glossy dark brown hair and deep, moss-coloured green eyes, Abigail was pretty, beautiful, hot, sexy...a lot of other words could also describe her.
But that was not all.
She was funny, compassionate, attentive, brave, a good listener, an even better friend, and also seemed to be a very talented kisser. No doubt she would be even awesomer at being a devoted girlfriend, James knew.
And she had kissed him, James Diamond of all people! But...why?
"A-Abby?" He stuttered in shock.
Her cheeks grew red, and she ran a quick hand through her hair, mussing it up and making her look adorable with just the right amount of hott. Yes - with two "t"s. "Er...I, was, uh...there was, um, something on your lips, James!" She told him.
James raised an eyebrow. "And so you decided to kiss it off?" He asked. Even Carlos wouldn't be naive enough to fall for that one!
"Uh...um...yes...?"
He laughed. "I know I'm desirable, Abigail, but there's no need to lie about being attracted to me, you know?" He decided to go ahead and jokingly wink at her, but she huffed and went for the door. His eyes widened, and he quickly ran in front of her, holding out his arms and waving them madly.
"S-Sorry! I'm really sorry, Abigail, for, uh, whatever I said to make you angry." James told her, a touch of desperation in his voice.
She ran a tired hand through her hair. "You don't even know what you did wrong, James, so how could you truly be sorry for it?" She asked him, seeming to be distressed what he had said to her.
"Well, uh, you never told me."
"You should already know that, though!"
"Could you just tell me, then? Please? I promise I'll try to make it better and...and...and clean up my act!" Ah, something both Logan and Kendall would say in a situation like this, no doubt. Perhaps even Carlos, if he was desperate enough to try and think of something to make Abigail feel better and also not leave.
She looked away, tugging another hand through her hair, but finally replied with, "James...you - you never take things seriously, and I pretty much never know what's on your mind! You always try to pass things off as something having to do with you, and...and...I like you, James, but you need to be less arrogant-sounding, because I know that there's more to you than that, dude!"
James sighed, then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to his chest. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Abby," He murmured into her ear, "I...I just - well, it's sort of my job between the rest of the guys. Kendall's the level-headed one, Logan's the smart one, Carlos' the risk-taker one, and what does that leave me with? Not much. I could either be the loner one, the bad boy one, or the egotistical - but good-looking - one. So I went with the last one.
"...I-I'll try to be better for you, though. Be more open, tell you what I'm truly think, tone down the egotistical-ness, whatever you want. If you'll choose me instead of Kendall...if only you'll have me and not him." He told her seriously.
Abigail gripped him tighter, laughing. "God, James! I don't like Kendall like that! We're just friends! Plus...I've kind of...had my eye on you for a while." She admitted softly. James found his eyes widening, and he looked down at her in wonder and shock and awe, but she had her head buried in his neck, her heart hammering loudly against his. He was sure she could feel his heart hammering as well, but at the moment, that didn't mind.
James leaned back, grasped her chin in one hand, and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, and then pulling away. "That's...that's weird, 'cause I've had my eye on you for a while on you, too." He told her truthfully, leaning in and kissing her on the lips again. Then, after they finally pulled away, he hugged her again. He couldn't believe that she liked him back! James felt so happy that he could fly! For a while, they just stood there, in the middle of 2J, just holding each other in complete silence.
"...I still can't believe that you thought I liked Kendall of all people!" She burst out, going into hysterics again. James huffed, but couldn't help but join in. That was pretty stupid of him to think!
Who would pass off someone with as good hair as him and go with someone with hockey hair like Kendall, after all?
Silent Knight: Hope you enjoyed reading this, abby1234! :)
Was the ending...too fast? I thought it might be, and the whole James-Abigail thing in the end I didn't like too much, but hopefully it was entertaining to all of you, especially you, abby1234! =)
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