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Dislaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush.
Warning(s): Some of the within short stories within contain adult themes. If you are not comfortable with this, please either don't read or just skip over them. This story is rated T for a reason.
A is for Apple (144)
Apple- a firm round fruit with a central core, red or green skin, and white flesh
Did you know that eating an apple makes your lips really red? Like really really red? Well let me tell you, it does. I mean, look at James. He loathes doctors. A lot. So 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' right? Right. James has taken that saying to heart. Every single day he sits there. Eating an apple. That's like… torture. For my mind. How can anyone's lips be so red? It's unfair no matter how you think about it. Don't get me wrong; I'm not jealous. Not of him anyways. I'm jealous of the apple. The apple. Do you have any idea how sad that is? To be jealous of an apple? Gosh! I'm insane. I must be. Especially because… I'm still sitting here. Every single day, I sit here. And watch. Watch him eat that apple. Burning with jealousy. Stupid apple…
B is for Bee (158)
Bee- a flying insect with a furry body that makes a buzzing sound as it flies
"Kendall! Come help me! A bee wants to eat my face!" I sigh and turn around. I know I'm smiling and I know he'll be mad at me later, but I can't help it. It's kinda cute. Kinda.
"Kendall! The bee stung me and it's all your fault!" Anyone could hear the pout in his voice. It's not just me. Right? Right? Anyone?… I'll just get the first aid kit… "My poor hand…" By the time I reach him he's cradling his hand to his chest, pouting (hah!) and looking like he's about to cry. Adorable. When he notices me looking, he shoots me an indignant glare. I smirk at him. Only James. I reach for his hand and check to make sure the stinger's gone before I put antibiotic cream on it. Then I put a Hello Kitty band-aid on top of it all.
"You couldn't resist, could you?" His voice is soft. Nope. I couldn't.
C is for Cupcake (257)
Cupcake- a small individual iced cake, baked in a paper or foil cup or in a cupcake shaped mold
Mmmm. Cupcakes. That's my first thought when I enter the apartment. It has to be cupcakes because Kendall doesn't make cake. Or muffins. Or brownies. Or cookies. Or anything really. He bakes cupcakes. That's it. I love cupcakes. I drop my stuff by the door and wander towards the kitchen. The cupcakes are in the oven. Baking. The bowl is in the sink. Rinsed. I pout. Kendall is… Kendall is… Where is Kendall? A thump and a muffled curse draws my eyes to the cabinet. Kendall? First a bowl, followed by a hand, followed by an arm, followed by a, you know, I think you get the point. Kendall! Kendall is… going to make icing. Icing. I hope it's purple.
"… James?" My musings are interrupted by a Kendall. A Kendall who is currently raising his eyebrows at me. What?
"What?" He gives me an amused look.
"What color icing?"
"Purple."
"Purple?" Yes… purple.
"Yes?"
"Ok." And after one last look in my direction, he turns to the cabinets again. (A different one, mind you) He gets out food coloring and various other things. I… fall asleep at the table.
Warm and wet. Something warm and wet is touching me. Scraping my cheek. Slow, steady, hot. I blink my eyes open. Kendall. Kendall is licking my cheek. What's going on? I blink. He smirks. His finger comes into view. His purple finger comes into view. It swipes my cheek. Cold. I shudder. What is he doing?
"I had extra icing. You did say you wanted purple, right?"
D is for Destruction (125)
Destruction- A cause or means of destroying something
As soon as I open the door, my face meets black boxers. James's black boxers. He's digging through the closet. A pair of pants aimed at my head. I step out of the way. A shoe. I duck. Another shoe. I hit the floor. Is it really that hard to find clothes? There's a pause in the missiles.
"James? What are you doing?"
"I can't find my shirt." I grin.
"Did you look under the bed?"
"Yes."
"The laundry basket?"
"Yes."
"The closet?" I rein in a smirk.
"Yes." Irritated.
"James?"
"Yes?"
"Which shirt are you looking for?"
"Blue and black and red. The only one." Hmmm.
"That shirt… Would it happen to be the one that I'm holding?" I hold it out.
"… Yes…"
E is for Empty (286)
Empty- not containing or holding anything
"Kendall… It's gone." Oh no. This is horrible. Someone is going to die. At least it isn't me.
"I guess someone used the last of it."
"Someone… Why?" I wince. I'm never going to hear the end of this. Never.
"I don't know, James."
"But… But… It's mine. They know it's mine. You can't just mess with my hair. You can't. It has to be perfect, Kendall. Perfect. I can't leave the apartment today. I can't leave our room today. I'm going to die! What if I have to go to the bathroom and there's someone out there. I'll be trapped! My bladder will explode! I can't even go to the store to get more. I'm going to die! Kendall! You have to…" It's going to be a long day if he doesn't shut up soon. Once he gets going he can go all day. He has it wrong. He's not going to die. I am.
"… not even anything to do in here. I'm going to die of boredom if my bladder doesn't explode first! There are only a whole bunch of books. I'm sorry Kendall, but I don't do books. They're like… imitations of life. The life I'm going to miss out on today. What am I going to do I…?" I need some Advil. Be quiet. Be quiet. Be quiet. Wait. He said he's going to be bored. With nothing to do. And he won't stop talking. I can fix this.
I lean forward. Grab his chin. Tilt it up a bit. Press our lips together. There. I almost sigh with relief. Silence. Silence is definitely golden. Kissing though. Kissing is silver. And it's way better than duct tape.
"You look fine, James."
F is for Fib (167)
Fib- an insignificant, harmless, or small lie
"I'm sick." He is leaning against the wall. Arms wrapped around his legs. Eyes red. Was he crying?
"You're not." He's standing. Looking down at the other. Stating a fact.
"Yes, I am." Though he is insisting and you'd expect him to be loud, the reply is barely audible.
"What do you have?" Demanding. Ever demanding.
"Lovesickness." Pain. That's the loudest thing in this voice. Hurt. Outspoken but still there.
"James?" Softly spoken. Apology unheard.
"I've told you before. I need some sort of answer. You can't just leave me here like this." His voice cracks. He just might cry.
"I'm sorry." He falls to his knees. His arms wrap around the other. Love.
"That's not enough." He wants to pull away. He really does. He's held immobile though. The other man's embrace is too much to resist.
"I love you." Ripped from his throat. He never meant to say that. It hurts.
"And I love you." Both of their 'I knows' hang in the air. Unspoken.
G is for Gorgeous (167)
Gorgeous- outstandingly beautiful
Kendall, standing at the altar. James, standing behind the door. Their 'I dos' have already been spoken. In private. Kendall, waiting, in black. James, also waiting, in white. Both happy. Both scared. Both eager. Kendall, Logan at his side. James, Carlos at his. Also scared and happy. The positions will be switched one day. They all are aware of that. Aware. The music starts. 'Here comes the Bride' now thought of as 'Here comes the groom.' Later, they'll laugh at this. But, for now, Kendall worries about James and James about his hair. They will laugh later. Kendall stares at the door, willing it to open. James waits for his cue, resisting the urge to touch his hair. The moment arrives, the door opens, James steps through. Their eyes seek each other. They meet. All worries gone, they smile. It'll be okay. You're gorgeous. When the vows are done and their lips meet. People clap. And they know. They know that everything is going to be alright.
H is for Heat (48)
Heat- to become or make something warm or hot
Sleepy. Tired. Cold. The bed they share is too big. Too much space. Come closer. Almost at the same time, they reach for each other. Tangle together. Touch. Soft. Relaxing. Their eyes don't open. They're asleep. Each craving the other. Once restless, they're now completely relaxed. Warm. Perfect.
I is for Important (146)
Important- worthy of note or consideration especially for its interest, value, or relevance
If they don't tell each other, they won't know. If they don't know, they can't relax. If they don't relax, nothing will get done. If nothing gets done, people get mad. If people get mad, it all goes up in flames. Flames. Someone gets mad, so he works up the nerve to say it. It takes a few days (weeks), but he says it. The other responds in same. They relax. Everyone relaxes in the no longer tense atmosphere. Songs get sung. They don't get yelled at as often. People aren't mad anymore. An extinguisher is born. I love you. They fight. The cycle restarts over. The mistake is realized. The fire extinguisher is brought back. I love you. It's all good. Everyone knows. Some mind. Some don't. Life goes on. Other extinguishers are realized. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Let's stop fighting. Life goes on.
J is for Jillion (103)
Jillion- a number or amount too great to specify
Love is a lot of things. There are emotions. Happiness. Sadness. Joy. Sorrow. Contentment. Discontent. Elation. Desolation. There are images. Private moments. Stolen kisses. A smile. A face. A person. There are sounds. Secrets told. Whispers of love. Fireworks. The ocean. The wind. Sobs. Laughter. There are tastes. Mint on the tongue. Pizza from the first date. Ice cream from the fair. There are feelings. The rough picnic blanket. Smooth table. Soft skin. Sheets from the bed. The brick from the wall of the first kiss. Love is a little bit of everything, good and bad, throw together into one great big package.
Love is danger, Love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
-Oomph!, The Power of Love
K is for Kitten (107)
Kitten- the young of a cat
I love cuddling. It is amazing. The warmth of someone else cuddled up next to you, so close to you that you can feel their heartbeat. Knowing that you can simply reach out and touch them. Being able to hold them close. Don't let go. I especially love cuddling with James. He snuggles right up like some kind of kitten. The purr is there too. It hangs over us like a security blanket. Contentment. A kitten. Complete with the love bites and the occasional lick. The kneading comes in the form of delicate hands rubbing my sides. A warm bubble of peace and serenity. That's us. Cuddling.
My favorite was F is for Fib. What do you think so far? The next chapter will be L through Z.