Hi, love.

I know you're curious about all these gifts. Trust me, you earned your rights to them. Who else would stay with me after all the crap I've given you throughout the duration of our relationship? I can't begin to explain how much of a blessing you are to me. God knows what I would have turned into if you hadn't decided to gracefully fall on your face the day when we first met. Elegantly done, Kendall. Really.

Then, comes our first kiss when I decided it was legal to stalk you and stand under your treehouse late at night- now, I know it wasn't okay. I was really attracted to you, I can't help that you're so perfect. A part of me knew you would have come. Another part of me still wonders how I would explain the situation to Mama K if she was the one who found me instead. Awkward. That night, catching you in my hoodie made me feel all these weird emotions I thought my heart was no longer capable of retrieving. That was the night I knew you were the one.

The first night we … spent. Together. That night alone was special and magical and all other words that would still be insufficient to describe its magnificence. I would have spent my whole life regretting my past if you hadn't told me what you did. If you hadn't accepted me, although I knew the story frightened you, even if slightly. That night, I was more distracted by your perfectly sculpted body than I was with the stars.

They don't sparkle as intensely as you do, love. You illuminate the darkest depths of my soul, you shine brighter than the energy of a million suns. You are the reason I am human, and I shall forever remain human because your love hold the power to keep my demon at bay.

Also, the expressions you've pulled have been priceless. Definitely stuck in my mind now. Fapping material. :p

There's so much I want to tell you. So much I've kept from you. But, I prefer to tell it to your face, to see your cheeks redden with embarrassment, your eyes cast to the ground from the shy feeling growing in your heart. Your slight innocence makes me want to continue ravishing you, sometimes. Or … All the time. But we can't spend our lives in bed, so I couldn't bring that plan to action.

However, there's also another side of you people have seen when you're in the rink. A naughtier, meaner demeanour. Now, that persona is such a turn on. If I were to describe what I want to do to you in this letter, it'll probably sound like a porno. As much as I want to, I've promised myself I'm writing this to soften you up a bit and be romantic.

Like I said, your blush is adorable.

I want you to know that from this day forth, I'm completely open with you. Your questions? I'll answer. Your doubts? I'll clear them. Your heart? I'm keeping it a safe distance away from all the potential snatchers. No secrets.

Because, you are mine. And, of course, I am yours.

I love you. Can't wait to pick you up for prom, baby. Although, I might not be able to control myself if I see you in a dress. Heheheh.

Love,
James

Shivers ran down my spine, like tiny little electroshocks tickling my bones. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my body jerked violently, several shades of blue waves surrounding our connected bodies. The touches peppering my neck with kisses turned into nibbles, before a low guttural groan vibrated against my throat. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the small room, slick with sweat and white, sticky liquid. Nails dug into my thighs as I felt myself get filled up once again with a warm, thick substance, covering my insides with the traces of my lover.

I clung onto his hair and leaned forward, resting my forehead against his, both drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. Our eyes met, still ablaze with passion and heat, before he smirked and pressed a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Told you that you wouldn't last longer than me," he declared proudly as he pulled himself out of my sore opening and lowered me gently to my feet, his face plastered with the look of utter satisfaction and relief. I flattened my palms against the shower wall behind me, using the remnants of my energy to steady myself. My legs trembled slightly and I bit my lower lip as I felt James' cum slide down the back of my thighs.

"Whatever," I said, hissing with the slightest movement of my limbs while I moved to a more comfortable position. I rubbed my lower back, whining at the aching feeling that resided within the area. "You could have shown mercy, James. My body hurts like a bitch now."

My boyfriend scoffed. "You asked for it. Saying you can outlast me in anything- inclusive of sex- just means you're challenging me. I never back down from a challenge."

I slammed my fist into his stomach angrily. "We were arguing!" I reasoned, ignoring the flinch that was etched to his face as he rubbed his belly softly. I straightened my posture and glared at him with a pout. "I was bound to say something insulting to you! Doesn't mean you can shove your dick up my butt!"

"Aw, baby," he cooed, fingers wrapped around my chin, tilting my face up. I cast my gaze to the side. "Baby, look at me."

"No, you're just going to kiss me senseless and then tell me to forget my plans so you can keep me tied up to the bedframe."

His lips nipped at my jawline as his hands held the curve of my waist. "Is that bad? I only held you for, like, five times or something," he mumbled, busy pressing big, sloppy kisses. His hands fondled my butt cheeks roughly, spreading sparks of pain and pleasure through my nerves.

I grunted and pushed him off, almost losing balance myself, before placing my hands on my hips. My eyes were like slits as I glared at my boyfriend. "I need to get suits for prom, Jamie!"

"We don't need them."

"Yes, we do! We can't turn up to the most important event of our teenage lives in casual tees and jeans!"

"Says who?"

"Um, says every other teenager that has ever lived and will live!" I retorted. "I don't care what you think, I'm going to find suits for us even if it's the last thing I do!"

"It will be the last thing you'll do," James grinned, entwining our fingers before pining them next to my head. His face lowered and he watched me with a mischievous glint in his reddening eyes. "I'm not exactly sated."

The sudden chime of the doorbell disrupted the boy, who was in the midst of slowly touching his lips to mine. The brunette paused, looking at me expectantly before gently kissing me. As he probed his tongue past the seam of my lips, the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. I pulled away and clasped my palm over his lips, preventing his descent and smirking at his obvious frustration, "Go answer that, you insatiable demon."

James ignored my request and snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into his sweaty body. I looked at him blankly and gave him a little nudge. "Now," I said, just as the doorbell went off once more. I could almost feel our visitor's annoyance seeping through the cracks of the house, mixing into a large ball of unhappiness with the taller boy's dissatisfaction of being interrupted.

"For God's sake!" James growled, his Adam's apple bobbing furiously before he dashed out, almost pulling the bathroom door off its hinges before stomping his way to the front door. For a moment, I just stood there, breathing heavily, too exhausted and throbbing to make a move to clean myself up despite the uncomfortable feeling of James' essence flowing down my legs.

"Oh my God! James, put some clothes on!"

My ears quirked up at the familiar squeak of a timid- and obviously scarred- voice. I heard James' footsteps fly up the stairs before returning back to greet our guest, in what I hope would be an appropriate manner. I shook my head with a small smile.

"What's up, Logan?" my boyfriend asked calmly, as though he hadn't just answered the door with his prized jewels hanging freely for another man to see and admire, or be completely traumatised by-.

Wait a second, I should be jealous. His parts are for my eyes only to see, no matter who the other person is. I heard my inner voice growl at the thought of what had occurred and I found myself joining in. Damn it, James.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Logan's reply. "Didn't Kendall tell you? We're going out to grab our suits for prom. You know, since both you and Carlos are too lazy to go get them yourselves."

Shit! I spared an unwilling glance to the large mirror in front of me and groaned. My torso was stained by cum, hair tousled and standing in different directions, and my cheeks were puffy and stained with a dust of pink. Basically, I looked like I just had hot, rough, appealing sex.

You did, my unwanted conscience muttered. I rolled my eyes and tried to pat my hair down unsuccessfully, calculating under my breath about how long it would take for the blonde mess to dry off if I washed it now. Silence continued from below, and the next thing I knew, my heart nearly stopped at my lover's choice of words.

"Well, you'd have to ask Kendall out another day, we're fu-"

"I'll be down in a bit, Logan! Wait for me!" I screamed, scrambling to turn the shower on and making as much noise as I possibly could as though it could drown out what James was about to say. But, if Logan hadn't put two and two together, I doubt his intelligence.

Once I was scrubbed clean and reeked of James' vanilla-scented soap, I dashed to his room and changed into a tight pair of blue jeans and a plain white shirt, both of which were brought over when I decided to spend the week here. A quick glimpse at the mirror, and applying a small amount of gel to keep my hair down, I deemed myself ready. Just as I was about to run back down to Logan, I caught a glimpse of blue, partially hidden under the messed up duvet.

Curious, I pulled it out, my eyes widened, and was immediately washed over with nostalgia. It was James' blue tribal jacket; the piece of clothing that had started everything between us. I gripped it close and snuffled my face into it, a huge, cheeky smile hurting my face. We've gotten so far.

From the stalking to the liking to the loving, all through the different levels of hardship. Now, we're getting ready for prom. Damn.

I internally squealed, crushing the jacket, but was brought back to reality when I picked up a soft crunch coming from one of the pockets. I flipped it upside down and shook, a slight frown on my face when a crumpled piece of paper fell out and rolled across the room.

I looked over to the door and listened closely, barely able to make out the synchronised breathing patterns of both James and Logan, who were both waiting for my arrival in comfortable silence. The scrunched up paper was snatched up, and felt my breath get caught in my throat as I unrolled the note.

It was a diagram of the human anatomy, streaks of red and blue staining the black-lined skin. All the swirls then led to the middle of the drawn torso, a little closer to where the heart would be located, before going out towards the brain. Next to the diagram, small, intangible words were written.

I gulped.

I was barely able to read anything at first, but the longer I stared, the clearer the sentences became. My mouth dried up and my heart raced as I re-read the words, over and over again, in disbelief.

'To control the changed, you influence the brain. To lift the curse, you lift the heart. For there is no cure. Try as you might, you either live with your curse, or die by a lie.'

A/N: Ah, hello! Now, before you flip tables at me, I must apologise for being MIA for the past .. Months? In all honesty, I couldn't complete the chapter due to severe writer's block (I actually changed the whole chapter a week or two ago, bc I was THAT unsatisfied by what I had) &, well, if you've read my past AN's from some old fics of mine, you would know that I occasionally succumb to my depression.

Basically, after school started, things went from bad to worse & my depression just became harder to bear with. Trust me, sleepless nights, cranky mornings and just pure exhaustion doesn't help when I'm stuck on a chapter. It also makes things horrendous when all I want to do is bawl & my friends aren't there for me.

But hey, I made it through on my own before &, even though now I'm still struggling, I'm still getting inspiration & am slowly easing myself back on schedule. So, I apologise if the quality of my work has gone to shit. I'm trying, I swear.

To those who know the pain of this …. 'condition' dare I say, then … I'm just going to say I'm still clean. Interpret it how you will.

Also, so much THANKS to be given to winterchild11 (Sara) who has been there for me whenever I feel guilty about not updating. Give her all the love, guys. All da laaahv.

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Winterschild11 – Hehehe thank you! :D

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Am4muzik – aww thank you, even though I don't think my writing for this chapter was any good. But thank you, nonetheless! & don't worry. You're not the only single pringle. I am too. Singletons unite! Synchronised bawling. xD

Ms simmons – Marriage? HMMMM :P

Crazy For Kames – Hahaha! Well, I can try to make more fluffier chapters :P & yeah, they're the cheesiest couple alive. UGHHH Dx

Chey21 – Hehehe sooo how was the letter? Was it fluffy enough? :P

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I see I made a lot of you cry with the fluffy chapter. I'm sorry…. NOT HEHEHEHEHHEHE *flies off to the moon*