V is for Victim (443)

Victim- somebody or something harmed by an act or circumstance

We're reviewing old videos. Making fun of each other's expressions, moves, and voice. It's good fun. Well, it was good fun. An hour, a minute, a second ago. He stopped laughing. Stopped pointing things out. Just… stopped. It isn't fun anymore. I'm worried. He's not looking at the screen; instead he's looking at the floor. What…?

"Is something wrong?" I'll try to fix it. If I can. His head tilts to the side so that he can look up at me. Hair falls into his eyes.

"Do you remember that time? From the last video? At the end?" His voice is soft. Trying not to cry. I frown.

I remember. We'd just finished shooting the video and we were worn out. Rushing around so that we wouldn't get stuck in traffic and so that the sun's rays would be just right. As soon as it was over, we just sat down on the closest… anything. If there was nothing we were on the floor. That's how tired we were. He'd fallen asleep on me. Carlos and Logan were cracking jokes and whispering about nothing and pointing… I ignored them in favor of petting his hair… I smile. How could I not? My gaze shifts to him, why?

"I miss that." His voice is… it's… you can just hear the pain. It hurts me too.

I remember the day after that memory. Sirens. Ambulance. Sirens blare. Fire truck. Sirens are the only things I can hear. Police cars. I hate sirens. I reach for him. And we both hold on tight. He remembers too. We'd ignored them for ten minutes. The games were more interesting… That was, until we couldn't hear them anymore. We wandered down to the lobby. Everyone else was already there. They gave us pitying looks. I let out a half sob. He holds on tighter. Pain. He's strong. Fear. We were scared. What was happening? We got to the front, no one touched us. They cleared a path. Except for the sirens, it was quiet. We were asked our names… And then they told us… I wish they hadn't. I bury my face in his hair. Inhale. Exhale. Big breathes. We didn't cry. We didn't scream. We didn't say anything. We just thanked them and left. Went back to the apartment. Grabbed a few bottles of water. A couple energy bars. Shut the door. Locked it. Went to his bed and lay down. Held onto each other for a week. Didn't let go. No tears. No movement. We're deluding ourselves. We're both going to cry. And they were gone. And it was never the same. And it never will be.

I wish you never told me

I wish I never knew

I wake up screaming

Its all because of you

-Three Days Grace, Scared

W is for Waffle (375)

Waffle- to be unable to make a decision

Stupid James. Says he hot, changes into swim trunks, and promptly disappears. Stupid James. Where did he go anyway? He's not in the pool. He's not near the pool. He's not in the shower. He's not in the sink. Or the freezer. Or even the bathtub. Stupid James. I don't think even he would risk swimming in the lake. So now I'm walking around Palm Woods in the one hundred something degree weather (thirty eight or higher for you Celsius people). I'm sweating and I probably look stupid. Its so hot. Through the haze (shut up, there is too a haze) I see a blue kiddie pool. With a hose sticking out. And legs. And arms. And… James's head. Stupid James. Sleeping in cold water. Cold. Without me. As I approach him, I grumble about how stupid he is and about how he's stealing all the cold water for himself… and about how he didn't invite me to join him. Stupid James… Upon arrival, I notice that not only is he in the pool without me, he's shirtless. Without me. If I were James, I'd be pouting. I just know it. I stare at him until he looks up. I frown and gesture to the pool. He notices.

"Sorry Kendall, but I didn't think that the Palm Woods actually had this." He truly does seem apologetic. I'll forgive him on one condition. Only one.

"Let me in." He glances at my pants, notices my lack of swimming gear, and raises his eyebrows. "I don't care." As I speak I pull off my shirt. And my shoes. And pants. I stand in front of him in my boxers and raise my eyebrows in challenge. Well? With a humored glance at my boxers he gives in and scoots over. His leg moves too. His arm, however, doesn't. Is he challenging me? I give an internal shrug and clamber in, mirroring his posture. I rest my neck on his arm, near his bicep. It leaves my shoulder pressed against his side, our hips touching, and our legs up against each other. He doesn't mind. Heck, he even pulls me closer.

X is for Xenophile (147)

Xenophile- somebody who like foreign people, their customs and culture, or foreign things

James has saved up enough money to buy a laptop. When he bought it, he got a complementary CD. When he got back, he was complaining about how the people looked weird. While he was watching it, he didn't once get up. He didn't once tear his eyes away from the screen. When it was over, he ranted about how amazing it was. No one said a word against it. When he kept watching more and more and more. He ranted about one called Gravitation for a long time. Watched the whole thing twice… in Japanese. Curious, I asked him about it. Somehow, I ended up watching it. At first, it was kinda weird. Then I understood. It helped that the music was good. Now, we play the soundtrack for it all the time. Carlos and Logan give us weird looks, but they don't understand.

Y is for Yummy (127)

Yummy- very appealing to the senses

You know how super heroes are usually part time nerds with superpowers running around in spandex and a cape and good intentions? Well, I think you can see where this is going. James is wearing spandex. Yep. He's pretending to be a super hero. His superpower is seduction. He is not a part time nerd. His 'cape' is actually gauzy and see-through. And his good intentions? I scoff at them. They aren't anywhere close to good. Not in the slightest. James is wearing spandex. Usually, that's a good thing. But right now? Well… I guess it's still a good thing, especially with the look he's giving me, but I don't think he's going to be saving the world today. Not with that outfit.

PS- His superpower works.

Z is for Zest (120)

Zest- an exciting or interesting quality that makes something particularly enjoyable

Warning- the below drabble may contain plot bunnies. Read at your own risk.

All we wanted was to try something new. Instead we end up with… Her. We don't know her name. We've never met her before in our life. She just… showed up. We were talking about new things we could try, just to switch it up a bit. Then she walks up, sits down, and starts off the list.

"…Ice cubes, melted chocolate, massage oil, bondage gear, whips, aphrodisiacs, walls, showers, toys…" As soon as the word bondage crossed the man's lips, James's wide eyes were turned on me. Make her stop, please. I didn't make her stop. It was a bit awkward though. When she ran out of things to say she started asking questions. It was awkward. Very awkward…

Yep. So that's it. Thank you um… the person who said 'zesty'. I would've used it, but the computer dictionary said it wasn't a word. I'm thinking of doing something like this (different words, same idea) for another pairing. So… thanks for actually reading this. I know some of them were just… waaaaaaaaaaaay out there. So. Yep. Thanks everyone. (I've got a way with words don't I?)