A/N:

Here is the second chapter :D

Ok, sorry nothing happens in this one (I promise, more will go on)

Anyway, I don't own anything recognizable or trademarked.

James shows up bright and early the next morning with two sets of running gear and a camera. I'm still in my pajamas, not even having time to brush my teeth, as he dumps the clothes on the living room couch and puts his hands on his hips.

"Kendall, your sleeping pattern is horrible." He greets, pulling a pair of black shorts and a white muscle tee from the mass of fabrics on the couch. He shoves them at me as I yawn, rubbing my eyes because it's eight in the morning in the summer.

"Fuck you. What is all this?" I hold the clothes at arm's length, knowing full well what it is, but wanting to give James the chance to pitch the idea before I write it off as completely idiotic. James sighs and shakes his own set at me before bothering to explain.

"I told you. We need to take up jogging."

"No, you asked if he jogged which, judging by his failure to be jogging at the moment, I would say he doesn't." I drop the clothes and James frowns at me.

"Ok, fine. But, think of it this way; there's nothing sexier than a guy who jogs, right? So, if he catches us jogging, he'll totally think we're sexy! It's perfect!"

"James, he's not even awake. No one is awake! It's eight in the goddamn morning, James!" I turn whiny, regretting ever being friends with James Diamond in the first place. I mean, it seemed like a good idea when we were sharing crayons but, with each year and each new scheme, it's starting to grow a little bitter.

Of course, I love James too much to ever truly regret his friendship, though I wish he had the good sense to start his plans at a decent hour. Or, to at least think them through.

"Early bird gets the worm, prick. If you don't want your worm, you can take your ass back to bed, but I fully plan on seizing the day. Besides, if we make enough noise he might come out to see what we're doing." James winks and I roll my eyes.

"I'm going to bed, James."

"No!" James grabs my arm and holds me in place, eyes desperate, "Look, if you do this with me, I promise I'll never ask you for another favor again, so help me God!"

"You know this is ridiculous, right?"

"Yeah I know, but it's not like we're gonna talk to him or anything. The least we could do is give him something to look at and, by default, something to think about. Maybe he'll take the first step, you never know."

"I don't know…" I consider my options, bed or James, and sigh, "If I go, you have to promise to buy me ice cream after and you're getting me two birthday presents this year."

"Done. Now get in these." He throws the clothes back at me and begins stripping, pulling on his own. I roll my eyes and begin to do the same, yawning widely. I can already tell this is going to suck majorly tomorrow morning, at least if my lack of exercise has anything to say about it. James whistles happily, fitting the camera strap, the camera being more of the video kind, over his hand.

"Tell me, James, do I want to know what that's for?"

"In case he happens to be out and about. We can pretend to be doing a documentary, and I can have a nice video of that perfect ass because, let me tell, staring from your living room window does not do it justice."

"You're being a creep, James." I grab the camera and throw it on the couch, making James yelp, "We're already going to be jogging by his house."

"Anyone can jog, Kendall! It's not that creepy to jog!"

"It is when you can practically smell how unused these clothes are! Trust me, if he sees us, he's going to know we're not joggers."

"So what? Maybe we just started?" James yanks on his shirt, "And running clothes are sexy, anyway. He'll be too distracted to care that we smell brand new and look like idiots."

"I thought we looked sexy?"

"Sexy idiots." James concedes.

"Whatever." I grab a pair of beat up sneakers from the hall closet, lacing them up as James pulls on his own. He holds out a hand and I pull him to his feet, yanking him hard enough to make him stumble because that's what friends do.

"Let's go get ourselves a man." He slaps me on the back and heads to the door, yanking it open. I roll my eyes, the start of a very long day, and slip out after him. Even in the early morning it's hot, sweat beading on my forehead and under my arms. James stands on the lawn, raising his arms above his head in the most ridiculous pose I've ever seen.

"James, are you sure that's right?"

"Oh come on, we do this for hockey all the time."

"Yeah, but is running different?"

"Stretching is stretching is stretching." James hops around so that he's facing my house and bends down, pretending to touch his toes while wiggling his ass.

"You look like an idiot."

"Ok, Mr. Judgmental, why don't you show me how it's done? I am only trying to get Mr. Gorgeous to notice me, fall in love with me, and maybe agree to go out on a date."

"We don't even know if he's gay."

"You know," James gives me a seductive look, "Some say being gay is catching."

"You want to turn him gay?"

"You know, Knight, you really are a smart guy." James heads down the sidewalk, crossing the street just to pass by The Guy's lawn. I go after him, trying to look less idiotic than I feel, and probably managing look like more of one. If Carlos were here, he'd be laughing his ass off.

"You know," I pant, out of shape and proud, "Carlos is right. We should just try talking to him."

"Shut up, Knight." James sounds just as winded as I am, "You don't know anything about love."

"Neither do you." I retaliate, picking up the pace so I can pass James. He glowers at me and returns the gesture with his own burst of speed, passing me with his middle finger raised.

"Now you've done it." I sprint after him, laughing at his look of terror. James has longer legs than I do, but he's never been one for stamina, and after making a few laps around the street he finally gives up. I tackle him in my yard, straddling him and holding his arms above his head. We're both laughing with barely enough air to do so, red in the face and panting.

"Uncle! Uncle!" James wriggles underneath me and I let him up, offering a hand. He uses it to jerk me back down on top of him, forcing me onto the ground while he assumes the dominate position. The look in his eyes is one of pure, sadistic pleasure.

"You can't get away now, Knight."

"Oh, hey, he does jog!" I feign surprise and James whirls around.

"Gotcha!" I shove James off and we both clamber to our feet, James throwing me a black look.

"Good one, Knight." He sniffs, holding out a hand which I take, "Good one."

"And now you owe me ice cream."

"What? Deals off, we didn't even jog." James snorts.

"I got dressed in this stupid outfit and chased you around!" I argue and James scowls at me, pointing a thin finger at me.

"Yeah, you chased me. I probably looked ridiculous!"

"You passed ridiculous when you were shaking your ass at the neighbor's house." I scoff and James pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I'll buy your goddamn ice cream."

"Let me go get changed." I grin change his mind. and dash inside before the pretty boy can change his mind.