Omg, trust me I wanted to write the Cargan one so badly, but I had to write this first.
This actually is based off of the drama between my best friend & a guy.
She was practically best friend with this dude and they liked each other. She said some things she regretted and lost him. Now she's trying to get him back!
So yeah... KAMES! First one. Well, I mean, the Cargan story has Kames but this is revolved around Kendall & James. Teehee.
This is just the prologue so it kind of sucks, but tell me if you want me to continue...

Let me count how long it's been. Hm… four years. Yup, four years since I've seen the love of my life, the bane of my existence. Four years ago, I lost him. How? Easy question, I was a fucking idiot and for that, I'll never forgive myself. Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, I'm James and it's nice to meet you. As you can probably gather from the information I just gave you, I play for the same team. No? Fine, I'll say it as plain and simple as I can. I'm gay, happy? Well I hope it doesn't sound like I have something against homosexuality because I don't. It just happened to ruin everything. I'm a klutz and I'm impulsive, my friends say. So maybe it was my fault, but being gay really didn't help. How can falling for your best friend ever have a good outcome? Pft, maybe in stupid fairytales or sappy cliché romance novels, but reality? Never, exactly.

But honestly, enough about the boy, Kendall Knight. I don't want to talk about that. I'm twenty three and my dream of being a superstar died about four years ago. Our band "Big Time Rush" disbanded because of my careless mistakes. I always knew I messed things up, which is most likely the reason why my dad left me when I was three. I know I'm inconsiderate; I've heard it from basically everyone who walked into my life. You know that saying, "History repeats itself" or something? Yeah, that's basically my life. Everyone has walked out on me. Everyone who I cared about deeply left me and took a piece of my heart with them until I was left with nothing. Damn, who would've thought my life basically revolved around this boy. Every horrible thing happened because my love left and you know what that means right? That means it's my fault. All. My. Fucking. Fault. So tell me, how would you carry around a burden like that on your shoulders? Knowing everything you touched, everything you loved, everything you had a special connection is ruined all because of you. That's how I feel. Fuck my life. Fuck everything.

Oh right, sorry. I was talking about the present, right? I tend to do that. Seems like everything I begin to say or think about somehow finds its damn way back to… him. Okay, sorry anyways. I work at my mom's company. You see, I never went to college and I never got my degree. My own mom refused to give me a high position in her company so right now, I'm just her assistant. You know, pick up the phone, made plans with clienteles, that kind of jazz. My mom runs a lot of companies—a record company, cosmetic company, you name it. Since I couldn't live out my dream to be a rich and famous celebrity, I might as well meet some right? So if you couldn't guess, I decided to work for her record company called Diamond Records. I live with my best friend Carlos, who actually became a successful stunt double in a mansion in LA my mom just handed to me. I bet you're wondering about Logan, huh? After all of us went our separate ways, he attended Yale to study pre-law, and is now enrolled in Harvard's med school. Impressive, eh? We still keep in contact, which is good. But the weird thing? No one has heard from Kendall ever since.

How am I? That's nice to ask. I'm fine. I'm great, just dandy. Of course I'm not okay! I never will be. I fucked up everything this time—everything. And I can't change it, I can't take it back, and it's too late to say sorry. I put up this façade for everyone. I seem happy, but I'm not. I can't forgive myself for what I did. I'll never be happy as long as Kendall's out of my life. I destroyed everything. I destroyed my dreams, my friendships. I bet Logan and Carlos secretly hate me. One day, they're going to leave me and I'll be alone, just like how my dad and Kendall left me. And don't tell me I have my mom, because I fucking don't. She doesn't care about me. She just wants me to take over her business. Trust me, I have made many attempts to commit suicide. None of them worked, sadly. They all failed miserably. That one time when I drunk drove, and the other time where I tried to walk off a building—anyways, they didn't work. After those attempts, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere without Carlos with me. It was fucking stupid. It's my life, I can do whatever the hell I wanted. Plus, I'd be doing the world a favor. I didn't do the world any good, and they know. They all know.

I groan as I push open the huge front door and collapse onto the nearest furniture, which happens to be the dining table. I am exhausted. My fucking mom made me do midnight coffee runs and sort out contracts. I glance at the oven clock. 3:47 AM, it reads.

"God damn it," I mutter, slowly sliding off the table.

I groggily haul my tired but perky ass up the stairs and into my bedroom, immediately going for my bed and letting a relaxed sigh as my head hit the soft, fluffy pillow. I am lethargic, and nothing in this universe could make me move. I shut my eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

I am awoken by a loud sound of shattering glass. I sit up immediately, clutching my head as my starts head spin. I shouldn't have sat up so fast…

"Shit!" I hear someone scream.

Oh no, I inwardly groan, what the hell did Carlos do now? I immediately grab a pair of basketball shorts and a Minnesota Wild hoodie and head downstairs. I see the Latino boy standing in front of a heap of glass shards, looking petrified. He whips his head towards me and his eyes widen by tenfold.

"Ngh~ James!" he nervously says, standing in front of the pile trying to 'block my view.' "Good morning!"

I raise an eyebrow and chuckle. "Good going, Carlitos. It's… 10 AM and you manage to already break something. Well, I'm going to go eat breakfast. Want some?"

"Sure," he calls from down the hall as I turn into my kitchen.

I crack some eggs and dump a plate full of chopped up ham onto a greased pan, the contents sizzling as they come in contact with the hot pan. Next to the eggs is another pan, holding a few slices of bacon, crackling and sizzling as I use a spatula to press them down.

"Mm, smells good."

I look over my shoulder to see Carlos taking a seat at the dining table, eyes closed as he breathes in the aroma of James Diamond breakfast. I grin and turn back to the food. When I am done splitting the food, I have two plates in my hands and set it on the table.

"Aw, thanks," Carlos beams, not waiting a moment before he chows down.

I take the empty seat next to him and start on my own plate. I put down my fork and walks to the cupboard to take out two glass cups.

"I'm sorry about the cups," Carlos mumbles, eyes fixed to the deliciousness in front of him. Although he isn't looking at me, I can definitely tell he feels upset about it.

I saunter to the fridge and take out some orange juice, pouring the juice into the two cups. I grab them and walk back to the table, setting one of the cups in front of Carlos.

"Don't worry about it, Carlos," I sigh, not sure why Carlos feels so guilty about breaking a cup. "It's just a cup. Speaking of which, did you clean it?"

Carlos nods as he smiles a little, probably relieved to hear that I forgave him. I roll my hazel eyes before giving my undivided attention to my breakfast.

So the part with breakfast and Carlos probably confused you all.
Sorry about that, I kind of wanted to show the relationship between James and Carlos.
Basically, James and Carlos are super close and stuff...
So yeah. Logan will either be mentioned or come IN the chapter.
Kendall, well, not for one or two chapters maybe. But soon!
Review button is looking rather appealing, eh? :D :D :D