Hello. This is a Kames fic. It is slash. It is fiction. None of this is real.

Hey guys, so I decided to make this a short series. So this will now be marked as incomplete and have mulitple chapters

After the Camille incident, the guys decided it'd be best if they laid low for a while. So their third and final trial date was put on hold. But that didn't mean their relationship, sorry, 'trial' relationship, was completely on hold. They could spend time together when there was zero chanced of Camille interfering. The only safe place being the apartment when no one else was around, or just plain hanging out, no touching and minimal talking.

It was a bright sunny, hot, humid and over all miserable day to be outside. Accept if you wanted to swim, tan, or just hang by the pool. Which of course everyone and their mother's were at the pool. So many residents turned to using the pool, that Bitters divided the pool into two sides. He would let the people on one side get in the pool and blew a whistle every half hour for the sides to switch.

Kendall was not about to get in the pool with twenty or more people at one time. You couldn't even move around or play games in the water. So he relaxed in the shade of a palm tree by the lobby entrance. James laided out face down on a chair next to him in the sun. Carlos and Logan alternated between pool time and some bizarre form of frisbee which resulted in trying to avoid hitting residents, and diving into plant pots to retrieve the rouge disk.

"Sounds like Carlos uprooted another patch of Bitters' fancy grass," James mumbled into his pillow, head turned to Kendall.

Kendall looked up from his book about how to improve vocal techniques to see Carlos patting furiously at a leafy plant trying to get it to go back in it's pot. Bitters was making his way across the pavement to reprimand him. "Bitters is going to get him."

"He'll get away, like always."

"Probably. I don't see Logan, looks like he already ducked out," Kendall scanned the area for Logan and spotted him behind one of the picnic tents. "Nevermind, he's waiting for Carlos to hide with him."

James hummed in response and asked, "And Camille?"

"I have yet to see her. I wonder if she's at an audition."

"So we're in the clear to disappear to the roof or something?"

Kendall smirked and tucked his book in his cargo pocket. "Let's go."

James pulled his black tank over his head and pushed his sunglasses up on his head. He followed Kendall casually to the elevator and stepped in. No one else got on and he pressed the top floor button and held down to door close until they started moving. His usual trick.

The ride up was quiet, calm, casual. As 'just friends' as 'just friends' could get. Until Kendall pushed open the door to the roof and James was just as quickly back him against it, closing it in the process.

"It's been a week since I've done more than hold your hand," James said. He surged forward, crashing his mouth against Kendalls and taking his lower lip between his teeth.

Kendall got right with the program and threaded his hands into James's hair, knocking the sunglasses from his head carelessly. He let James wedge his leg between his own. James easily dominated the kiss and moved to Kendall's jaw and neck to lick gently at the skin. And Kendall let him do what he wanted, James was better at this anyway.

"No hickeys, James," Kendall hissed when he felt James bite down a little harder than usual on his neck.

James soothed the spot with his tongue. "I know, but I want to. Why can't we just come out and get this over with? We both know this is going to last a while."

"I don't know."

James stopped his assault to Kendall's neck and leaned back. His hand rested against the back of Kendall's head, pushed against the door. He stroked his thumb against the soft hair at the nape of his neck. "You still don't know if this is what you want?"

Green eyes met hazel and Kendall could practically see James's heart waiting to jump from the edge of a cliff, depending on his next words. "It's not you, it's me." In what world would that ever be the right thing to say? None, is the answer.

"I know we have one more date, but it's been so damn long. Now we've got to hide from Camille. Let's just decide now."

"James, I can't just-"

James let his hand slip from Kendall's head and he took a step back, separating them completely. "Everytime we're together like this you get cold feet, or I do. One of us starts to panic. We have to make up our minds."

"But I need time to think some more."

"No, Kendall. I need to know now. I literally cannot take this anymore. I love you more than anything and I have for a long time. You are my entire life, now I need to know if I should start digging into the gallon of vanilla ice cream in the back of the freezer, or if you feel the same or similar."

Kendall was suddenly aware of the fact they were on top of the Palmwoods. How high they were, how easily something bad could happen. He didn't have a fear of heights. Never in his life had he. But now all of a sudden it seemed like a big deal. Panicking. That's what he was doing. He was panicking about James and his mind was finding something to subdue the feelings for James. To distract him from the decisions he was being forced to make.

"I-I...James, I-" Kendall choked. Eyes wide. Internally he was waging a war against himself. One part was screaming all of his feeling for James, and confessing that he'd fallen absolutely in love over the past few weeks. The other part was yelling at him for not saying anything and making a fool of himself. And another third party was just pissed that he was losing his cool and he was supposed to be the calm and collected friend and this definitely wasn't like him.

"I get it, Kendall. You're too scared. So I'm going to end this right now. I can't take the stress of sneaking around, not knowing what we are doing here, hiding everything. So I'm going to put myself out of my own misery and call it quits."

"But James I want-"

James held his hand up and shook his head. "You may want to be with me, but part of you is saying otherwise. Which means you don't actually know what you want. I'm sorry, Kendall. I love you, but I have to do this." James pulled open the door leading back into the Palmwoods and Kendall stood behind it at a loss for words, kicking himself internally for not stopping James from going.

James stood for a moment, door open, staring at Kendall. Kendall wanted to step forward to grab James and tell him not to go, but he ended up awkwardly shuffling and his arms didn't move. James held the door with one hand and leaned past it to kiss Kendall's cheek and whisper, "Find me when you've made up your mind." Then he was gone and the door was closing.

Kendall spent close to an hour on the roof trying to figure out why he choked. Why he didn't say anything. Why he was still unsure of what he wanted with James. It was all there, laid out in black and white in his mind. All the facts, all the feelings, everything. And it all pointed to James. But something was holding him back. Something being James was his best friend.

He banged the back of his head against the door and yelled out in anguish. He flicked pebbles across the roof, hit a ventilation pipe a few times. It wasn't doing anything for him though, the pebbles wouldn't solve his problems. He picked up James's sunglasses from where he'd knocked them from his head earlier. He brushed his pants off and opened the door to go inside.

Kendall carefully avoided James for the rest of the day, even going as far as saying he wasn't hungry at dinner and ducking into his room early. He laid awake for a long while, thinking about everything that could go wrong or right with James.

Logan came in eventually and got into his bed without a word to Kendall. He assumed he was asleep since Kendall's back was to the door. It wasn't like Kendall to skip dinner and go to bed early. He was usually the one to stay up the latest out of the four friends.

Once Kendall was sure Logan was asleep, his snores were a sure fire way to tell, he crawled out of bed and tiptoed to the door. He slipped out of the room and pushed his ear to the door beside theirs. Carlos' muffled snores filled the room and Kendall turned the doorknob quietly. He inched into the room through the barely open door and closed it with minimal noise.

James stirred in his sleep, kicking his blankets away from his feet so they stuck out. "Kendall, please," he mumbled, snuggling his face into his pillow.

Kendall frozen, back against the door, breath hitched in his throat. He crossed the room and got to James' bed before he stepped on something that may have been a hairbrush and yelped. His hands flew to his mouth and he waited for the "what are you doing in here?" from carlos or James, but it didn't come.

James's hand came out from under the blanket and tugged at the bottom of Kendall's shirt. Kendall leaned down and James opened his eyes and smiled. "You couldn't have waiting until morning for this?" he asked, his voice deep and rough with sleep.

"No," Kendall whispered.

"What's the verdict?" James asked. He carded his hand through Kendall's messy hair, eyes locked onto green ones in the dark.

"Would I be in here if I wasn't bringing good news?"

"Don't be an ass."

Kendall smiled as James dragged him down for a kiss.

"Sleep with me," James said. He pulled the covers back for Kendall to get on the twin size bed with him.

"But Carlos, remember?"

"Kendall, we're together now. We're going to have to tell them some time."

"But do you think finding us in bed together is the best way?"

James pulled Kendall down onto the bed and covered him with the blanket. "We're fully clothed, we aren't having sex. I think it'll be easier than working up the courage to tell them."

"Alright," Kendall said. James turned on his side, threw his arm over Kendall's waist and pulled him close. Kendall turned his head to the side and kissed James quickly. "Goodnight."

annnnn! The end~

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