Chasing James is like running after a cheetah on barefoot. As usual, he sped down the stairs and hid before I was able to even leave his- or, our, since I spend majority of my time here- bedroom.

I stormed down the stairs, calling out the hazel-eyed beauty's name with a small hint of playfulness as I rubbed at the slight reddening area on my forehead. That was one hard headbutt.

"James?" I shouted, peeping from one door to another, greeted by nothing but empty rooms. Where the hell did the guy go to now?

I began wandering around the huge house aimlessly, humming under my breath as I looked around for my missing boyfriend. I was about to give up and retire to the living room when I heard distant voices wafting through the air; a female and a male.

"No! I swear to God, I've never heard of Shane before!" the female voice echoed, causing me to wince. Honestly, this ability of mine is a pain in the ass.

"Then? Are you going to tell me Dad did this behind our backs?"

I snuck closer to where the voice was resonating from, almost busting myself by creeping by the large windows facing the backyard. Two tall figures stood by the sliding doors, seemingly to be in an argument.

"James Diamond, are you doubting your mother now?" the brown-haired lady scoffed, her long arms folded. Well, Brooke's home from L.A again. "Believe me, James, I would know if Shane existed and I would've told you."

"So you had no idea?"

"No," she sighed, rubbing her temples with a frown. "You should talk to Kendall about this. He should know what your decision is about the- "

At that exact moment, James' head snapped towards the door, shocking the shit out of me as I scrambled to hide behind the nearby wall. Fucking boy and his fucking new power. The sounds of footsteps approaching my spot made me panic.

I can't let them find me. Or I could.

Deciding not to bust myself, even though James was probably suspecting me already, I quickly straightened myself and walked into their point of view, using the most convincing poker face I could pull.

"Brooke! You're home early," I voiced with fake confusion. The fierce lady smiled crookedly at me and pulled me into a tight hug, ignoring the glare his son was sending my way.

"How are you? James just told me everything," Brooke drawled, clutching my bony shoulders with a worried glance. Ever since the small 'threat' she gave me the first time I met her, the Estée Lauder of the Midwest had softened on me, treating me as though I had always been part of her family. "Do you feel jolty? Or anything?"

"I'm fine!" I held her wrists and forced the widest smile. I looked at James from over her shoulders, quirking an eyebrow. What exactly did he tell her? "Well, except for the headbutt. Thanks James, really."

Brooke must have noticed the sarcasm in my voice as she immediately whipped around to stare at her brunette child, who raised his arms in feigned defeat. Before the usually busy woman could utter a word, James interrupted, "I didn't mean to hit him that hard, Mum."

Brooke's eyebrows immediately shot up as she approached the boy, her hand reaching out to him. Without warning, she pulled at James' earlobe, lowering the teen to her level. I snickered when my boyfriend's face changed to one of cowardice, proving just how much power the short businesswoman had on his carefree son.

"Well, you better make sure he doesn't get hurt," Brooke warned, a little sternness hidden underneath her cool exterior. I watched in silence as she moved closer to James, lowering her voice so that I could barely hear her; and that's something what with my newly acquired hearing. "You need to tell him."

"Tell me what?" I intervened unknowingly, earning me a wide-eyed gawk from Mama Brooke. Whoops, looks like she doesn't know about this. "Oh."

"Um, well, I need to go grocery shopping since none of you thought of doing that." Brooke paused to glare at us, who smiled shamelessly. "Do you need anything?"

"We're good," the taller brunette replied.

Once I shook my head, Brooke turned her attention back to James with a glare before she went to grab her stuff, pausing to kiss our cheeks and out the door. We heard her car start up, the screeching of tires signalling to us that the Estée Lauder of the Midwest had gone off.

"Sorry, Mum caught me hiding in the kitchen and demanded an explanation," James whispered as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I shivered from the sudden chills his body was emanating, leaning my head to the side when he nuzzled my neck.

"Mmm, kitchen? What? Were you going to snack while I looked for you?"

James paused, his breath brushing against my skin as his hold tightened. "Yes," he admitted shamelessly. When I elbowed him in the stomach, the pretty boy yelped. "I was hungry!"

My boyfriend has a stomach the size of an oil tank. I rolled my eyes at the brunette's constant urge to eat, no matter what circumstance he was in. But, it was hilarious how he could be thinking of his hunger instead of hiding when he knew I was looking for him.

With that thought, I snickered, leaving the poor hazel-eyed brunette in wonder. I stepped out from his grip and smiled, shaking my head fondly. "What were you and Brooke talking about anyway?"

"Weren't you eavesdropping?" James teased as he nudged me towards the sofa by my butt. I swiped his itchy hand away and plopped down on the comfortable furniture, turning around just as the other boy walked in, with a plate full of sandwiches. "So, what do you want to know?"

"Firstly," I began, eyeing the mountain of food before us as James placed it on the coffee table. "Holy shit. You could feed the whole school with those sandwiches."

"Hungry."

"Secondly," I continued, ignoring James' excuse. "Who's Shane?"

I noticed the sudden change in atmosphere as the pretty boy next to me tensed. However, the look on his face didn't even falter as he continued chewing on his snack, his eyes fixed on the blank television screen.

"James," I called again, hoping he won't avoid speaking about this. His hazel eyes met mine for a second before they fluttered close, the teenager heaving a deep sigh. James swallowed the remainder of his sandwich, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

The brunette glanced at me again, exhaling loudly. "Okay, fine. Shane's my long-lost twin, happy?"

"W-What? How?" I gaped. "I mean, how'd you- What?"

James flicked my forehead and laughed, earning a hard jab to the side from me. While he rubbed the spot with a sour frown, the brunette explained, "Mum and I didn't know either. I met him a few minutes before I came back for you. He was- uh, don't get mad- he was in your house; looking for you."

"He was in my house?" I repeated, my eyebrows raised. A few moments passed before I finally analysed what he said. "Wait, your twin- whom, might I repeat, you had no idea about- broke into my house, looking for me? Why?"

"Cause you're -" James stopped abruptly, his eyes widened as he stuttered to regain his composure. "I mean, uh. He knew about us. Apparently, Dad tested on him with the exact same powers as mine too."

"So, you never knew about him before this? Brooke either?" My boyfriend shook his head in reply. "And, he knows about us from your dad?" A curt nod. "Then, where do I come in between all of this? He's your family. Why is he looking for me?"

"He just is," he replied, sighing in frustration. Well, now I'm irritated as well. I parted my lips to question the pretty boy again, only to be interrupted by a sudden suggestion. "You know, instead of asking about Shane, aren't you curious about what happened in the locker room?"

I rolled my eyes but shrugged anyway. James tugged me into his side, making me cuddle into him while he rests his head on the mop of hair on my head. A soft buzz heated my skin slightly, warming contrast again the brunette's chills.

"Don't interrupt, okay?" James breathed, smiling at my scalp when I nodded. "What happened back there, it can happen again. They're called power surges and they might be lethal. They're also linked to emotions. Usually, it happens to newly-turned victims 'cause their powers tend to accumulate, seeing as how they don't know how to control them yet."

"When the victim's body can't accommodate to the accumulation, the powers find their own way out, by any opening they can find. Because of this, several test subjects exploded into pieces. They're like a human time-bomb," the pretty boy gulped, his body shivering. "The ones that survive would have probably caused damage or, worse, a loss of life."

"It happened to you too?" I croaked, my brain making sense of all the information James was spitting out.

"Back at Dad's place, remember how I couldn't control myself?" he asked, earning himself another silent nod. "That's my power surge. I was pissed he was torturing you and I snapped."

Memories of how huge his body was, how his red eyes were nothing but hollow, soulless orbs, keen on nothing but the spillage of blood wafted into my head, replaying behind my closed eyelids. James, then, was freaky as hell and didn't recognise anyone, or anything. He was ripping people apart, and even threatened to kill me.

I shuddered. That wasn't a pleasant walk down memory lane. I froze when James pressed his lips coolly on my forehead, as though reminding me that what had happened then didn't symbolize who he truly was.

"Sorry baby," he whispered. "But, continuing on. Your powers are the hardest to control and, therefore, are the most prone to power surges."

"What happened back at school was your emotions bubbling up to the brim. The electric currents bolted out of the pores in your skin and the pressure burst the water pipes."

I shot up. "Water pipes?"

"Why else did you think you were drenched?" James' hazel eyes were shining with glee as he smirked. "Honestly, the damage done in that locker room was remarkable. Never thought you had it in you, Ken."

"Wait!" I screamed, jumping onto my feet. "The locker room? I-"

"Don't worry about it. Brooke's got it covered."

"But, it'll happen again!" I reasoned. Brooke may be filthy rich but the damages must have cost millions. If it repeats though, I shuddered at the thought. I owe the older Diamond so much.

I heard James sigh before he got to his feet, dragging me into his backyard. He stared at me with a thoughtful expression as he shut the glass door. Without hesitation, his fingers trailed up my arms, causing a jolt.

The pretty boy's touches were sensual, as though purposely trying to electrify my veins. My body began to shake as I tried to hold myself down, fearing I may hurt James once again. My eyes were shut tight while I clenched my fists, working towards ignoring the brunette's soft brushes.

Just as I felt myself losing control, all the touches stopped. I opened my eyes to meet a pair of hazel ones before I was whipped around, my back pressed against James' broad chest.

I tilted my head back to question what the brunette had in mind when I felt him intertwining our fingers, stretching our arms out in front of us.

"Concentrate," he breathed, resting his chin on the crook of my neck. I opened my mouth to ask what for when I noticed that he had my palms facing the sprinklers.

What the hell do you want me to do with them? I asked myself, annoyed. What is James trying to prove here?

"Your powers. Come on."

Oh.

Even though confused, I did as told. I could feel the jolts travelling to my fingertips. Suddenly, little blue coloured electricity enveloped my hands, causing my eyes to fly open as a gasp escaped my lips.

James seemed to be shocked as well since he literally screeched in my ear whist tightening his grasp. "No! Change your controls! Water, focus on water!"

"Eh?" I questioned, ignorant of the wetness showering us both. My boyfriend's eyes was fixated on whatever was going on in front of us. Aware that he wasn't going to pay me no mind, I turned my attention back to my front. "What the hell?"

Liquid was spouting out of the sprinklers, except it was no ordinary water. Blue electric currents swirled around each drop, creating a fascinating dance of colours. James' hands gracefully lift mine, causing an upward swish as though fabricating a dance.

I barely felt the coldness of my lover's fingers slip away from mine, having been too awestruck by the situation I created. My jaws ached from the large smile I was sporting but I couldn't care less.

This. Is. Awesome.

The sound of the glass door opening snapped me out of my concentration. As the water hit the grass, I turned around to see James chewing on another sandwich.

"Did you see that?" I squealed, not bothering to ask him when he had gone to grab his snack. His power is superspeed. Without warning, I clung onto the pretty boy's body with glee, repeating, "Did you freaking see that?"

James was chuckling as he finished off his food, one arm supporting me. "Good job. But that's just the beginning. Your powers are different from mine; they're linked to the actual elements. So, try to practice often, okay?"

"I will I will!" I rolled my eyes at the strict tone he was using with me. Did he think I was a kid or something? Despite that, I was grinning while I pecked his lips. "Thank you."

The brunette lowered me to the ground and silently watched as I pranced around with water encircling my small body. However, a few minutes later, I noticed a dark, gloomy look on his face. Immediately, I stopped moving, partially drenched as liquid crashed to the ground.

"James? What's wrong?"

He glanced at me briefly before averting his gaze. "Say, Kendall. If you had the choice to help find the cure to our… Curse. Would you?" he asked cautiously, his hazel eyes finally meeting mine. "Even if you had to sacrifice your life and time, even if you could die on the operating table, would you do it?"

I blinked. Without thinking twice about my answer, all I said was, "Yes."

A/N: DAMN FINALLY I'M DONE! Hope this chapter explained what happened to Kendall in the locker room & about power surges & a little fun bit about Kenny's powers...

I want his powers ):

& sorry I've been away for over a week. I suck at keeping things in check. But on a positive note, I PASSED FIRST SEMESTER! Thank God! & I got a polaroid camera, my brother went off for army & is coming back in a week, etc etc. My life is a rollercoaster.

Anywho, I hoped you enjoyed this slightly longer piece! :D

Be back sooon (or not) with chapter six! Goodnight guys!

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REVIEWS! Chapter THREE & FOUR combined.

Anime-tv-manga-books – Hehehe! Thank you. I did pass my exams, thank God. :D & sorry! I wasn't feeling too good & I was trying to make the chapter interesting so I took a while D:

Rushering4Life – Heheheh! I hope you liked it! & yeah, I feel a bit better after getting a LOT of sleep xD

– Heheh. He seems like the type. & yeah, I had to introduce someone to be the middle person to get my ending. Or someone to pass the envelope & maybe, MAYBE be the two-faced dick. :p & I hoped this chapter cleared some of the suspense :P

LoveSparkle – Yep! Shane! & YEP! THEY MADE UP! I can't keep James and Kendall away from one another for too long! :p

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