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No One But You Part 11

Here’s the long-awaited part 11 to this saga. I know a lot of people have been waiting for this. Enjoy!

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PART 11: The Black Shell

After the late night snack, you and Kendall cleaned up the kitchen together; You even let Kendall load the dishwasher without making a big deal about the arrangement of pots and pans inside.
 

That night, you stayed up in bed, caressing your chin with your fingers off and on; you felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation each time you touched it. You wanted that tingling sensation to last forever….what was special about that feeling? I have never felt like this before ………why do I not want to wash that sensation away….how could I let a man’s lips and tongue lick my…..my chin……but why do I not feel unclean? Why do I want to feel it again? You got up with a sweat, still confused about your inner feelings.

You stood at the window and watched the gentle waves of the water caress the soft sandy beach under the beautiful moonlight. As you saw the waves soak the sand and withdraw back into the vast ocean, leaving the sand lonely and dry again, you questioned yourself, is Kendall like these gentle but exciting waves and am I the lonely and dry sand? Is there some relationship between the two of us? We are both so different could we ever be in harmony like the waves and the sand?

You had a sleepless night. You were used to sleeplessness; in the past you had to take sleeping pills at times, especially after a hurtful comment from your mom, bullying from your school mates, or after your painful “re-feeding” treatment in the hospital, but this was different. You wanted to stay up, you wanted a sleepless night…..you did not want any sleeping pills….instead you wanted a ‘stay-awake’ pill….you wanted to think about your day and your conversations with Kendall……..you wanted to think about his wicked smile…..his piercing gaze…..his lips on your chin……….

Kendall was awake too; he wondered, “what happened to me tonight? Why did I have the impulse to kiss her tonight? Why am I worried about how she felt? I have kissed so many women in my life and I have never cared whether they enjoyed or despised me……but why do I not want her to despise me? Why?……..I will probably never see her again……she does not party or go out a whole lot….so I may not even bump into her accidentally….so why do I care about how she feels…..why do I not want to fall asleep tonight? Why do I want to stay up and think….think about that nerdy, turtleneck girl?”

The next morning, you were up early. You decided to take a walk along the beach, something you enjoyed doing whenever you wanted to be more alone than you usually were. You wore a light blue turtleneck; sweat pants, sneakers and socks. You usually walked far from the waterfront, as you did not like the water or sand on your skin. Your favorite activity was collecting white shells on the beach.

As you walked and bent over periodically collecting your white shells, you heard a familiar voice, “Good morning!” Kendall smiled; he was bare footed in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, his hair blowing in the wind, making him look at least 5 years younger.

“Oh Kendall? Aren’t you supposed to stay in bed and not exert yourself?” You asked as you balanced your white shells in your hands. You couldn’t help admiring his boyish looks and his unbuttoned shirt.

“Well….this is not exertion…..I am just strolling on the beach,” he laughed and looked down at your palms, “white shells?”

“Yes…I like to collect them,” you said.

Kendall bent down and picked a black colored shell, “this one is from me……if you add this to your collection, I will know that you have decided to accept me as your friend.”

You looked up into his eyes, “friend?”

“Yeah! You know I have never had a woman friend…..just like you have never had a boy friend…..can we be friends?” he held his hand out towards you.

You looked down at your hands full of shells, “I…I..am not sure Kendall…..we will probably never meet after this one week……why pretend we are friends….frankly, I have very few friends in this world, most of them I have not even met in years, so what’s the point of making new ones when I have not stayed in touch with my old ones……..let me think about it,” you hesitated and walked back towards the house.

Kendall followed you back to the house, but you had locked yourself in your room.

You stayed shut in your room most of the day. Kendall tried to stay busy on the phone, computer, TV and other inanimate objects. He was cursing himself for the syrup incident, “let me go out for a walk….I am so boooored,” he thought. As he walked out, he saw a clear jar in the living room with your collection of shells. The jar was crystal clear, with an immaculate collection of white shells inside; Kendall peeked inside and saw the black shell in the center of the jar!

Kendall smiled and went back inside. He knocked on your door, “It’s me!”

A sleepy looking you answered the door, “can I help you?” You yawned and stretched your arms. Your glasses were at your bedside and your hair was loose on your face.

Kendall looked at you and smiled, “can we get some dinner?”

“OH….it is 7 in the evening? I am sorry…I think I dozed off…Ok, I will be right back,” you turned to get your glasses.

Kendall held your wrist, “lets just go like this.”

“like this? I am blind without my glasses….I won’t be able to drive.” You pulled away, put on your glasses and tied your hair in a tight ponytail. Kendall shook his head and said, “have you ever considered getting contacts?”

“I don’t like anything so close to my eyes…..,” you said

“Just like you don’t like to touch the sand on the beach?” he asked

“How did you know?”

“It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out why someone would wear sneakers and socks on the beach in the month of July!” he laughed

“Do you have a problem with that?” you asked angrily as you both drove to a nearby restaurant.

“Just seeing you makes me feel hot!” he bit his tongue at his suggestive comment, “I mean….not that hot….I meant….you know like the summer heat….the temperature.”

You smiled, but were a little disappointed that he had to clarify what he really meant. You wished he had meant it in the suggestive way……since the syrup incident, you had started experiencing strange unfamiliar sensations and you found yourself craving for more sensations like that.

You had a quick pizza dinner. Kendall ordered one large New York style thin crust pizza; Kendall ate 7 out of the 8 slices, while you worked on your sole piece, nibbling at it like a bird.

Kendall did not say anything about how little you ate, as he knew you did not like anybody forcing you to eat, “I wonder if something happened between her and her mother which has made her such a finicky eater,” he thought, “Hey…wanna go for icecream?” he suggested.

“Ice cream?” your eyes lit up, but then you said, “I am not sure.”

“But I am! I see a Baskin Robbins in the next plaza…..let’s go…come on,” Kendall dragged you to the ice cream shop.

You both ordered 2 large cones of chocolate and butter pecan ice creams. You savored your cone like a little kid- licking every drop of your melting cone. Due to the warm weather, the ice cream had melted on your chin, hands and fore arms. Kendall looked at the melted ice cream longingly.

You sensed the craving in his eyes; you wanted him to go ahead and lick the ice cream off your face and hands, but Kendall just looked away. He resisted the temptation, as he was not sure if you would forgive him this time.

You both walked back to the car; your hands were still sticky with the melted ice cream. Kendall went back to the ice cream shop and came back with some moistened napkins, “here…..wipe yourself….you are too sticky.”

You took the napkins, still hoping he would use his tongue instead.

You both then drove back quietly.

As you walked in, Kendall commented, “so the black shell made way into your precious jar?”

You smiled, “well….the black shell was indeed beautiful….I did not have the heart to throw it away…..”

Kendall grinned and nodded at the latent meaning of your comment, “Good night [YN]…I hope you get some sleep tonight.”

“You too,” you smiled and retired to your room.

……to be contd……..next episode …..the turtleneck will be history!!!! And as always send me your wonderful messages by following me @ http://btrblogger.tumblr.com/

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A couple of our stories have some sexual situations in them. But there are only 2:

Kendall: On A Safari Search Party for Love

James: Friends?

Some of our stories make references or imply sexual situations, but thats really all. 

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Indeedy we are: S is going to the Albany,NY show with a friend and S&M are both going to the Radio City, NYC show together… We are sooo excited!
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I’ll Follow Your Lead- A James Story Part 1

You’re in the car on your way to the gym. You need this workout; you need to kick, punch, and run the shit out of something. This week has not been the greatest, and even worse, you haven’t been able to properly release this tension at the gym, like you normally would, but fate was against you. Now, finally it was your time, so you can stop snapping and lashing out on your innocent friends and family. You made sure your car was filled with the tunes of your favorite “pump-up” songs to get you “pumped up” for your exhilarating workout. You always go by yourself, so you don’t have to keep up with anyone and you can run on your own schedule. You reach your gym and quickly park your car. Unfortunately, fate was still against you and you got the last spot available all the way at the back of the parking lot, and it was freezing outside. But, no excuses, you go and workout. You show your pass to the lady at the front desk and she scans you in. You head to the locker room to place your bags and jacket in a locker and as luck would have it, there was only one locker left, but it had a ton of gum and other crap inside. But, you take it anyway, thinking things can’t possibly get worse. You head out of the locker room and start upstairs for the treadmills. They have like a million treadmills in this gym, there’s no way they’re all taken. But finally, luck was on your side and you got the last available treadmill. You set yourself up, wipe it down, and put everything on the built in shelves on the treadmill. You get your music going, putting on your workout playlist on shuffle, and “Till I Collapse” by Eminem starts it off. You start at your steady pace before picking it up a bit. You notice the person next to you has left and you feel free to start mouthing the lyrics while you run. You go into your own little world until…

?: *to himself* Wow, this girl means business.

*The next song plays, and it’s “Tell Me A Lie” by One Direction. You chuckle to yourself, how close this song is what happened this past week. You continue to run and mouth the lyrics, but you notice now a guy, roughly around your age you presume, is running alongside you, and staring at you with some sort of curiosity. However, you pay no mind and continue your workout.*

?: *trying to get your attention by waving his hands*

Y: *finally realizing* …yes?

?: How do you get so into your workout? Like what music do you listen to?

Y: Uh, a little bit of this, a little bit of that…

?: Can you explain?

Y: Can you see I’m busy…

?: Alright, I’ll ask you afterwards.

*You continue to work out. You don’t like when people interrupt you, it throws you off. Although you’ve been running for a good half hour now, you still don’t want to stop, but thanks to him, you’re out of your zone and you stop. What was once fate looking out for you is now rearing its ugly head. No one, not even god, wants you to be happy this week. You leave your machine in a huff, praying that he doesn’t follow you. You quickly head down to the punching bags so you can release more tension.*

Y: *to yourself* Great, finally all alone.

*You strap on your gloves and start to practice your moves. You notice a silhouette in the background watching you, and you pray to every single soul that it’s not him. You don’t know him, and you don’t want to do something you’ll regret later (you have a tendency to run your mouth when you’re in the mood now). He comes over to you with his gloves strapped and quietly makes his way next to you, just itching to either talk to you or to join in on whatever you’re doing.*

?: You’ve got a great arm there, but are your reflexes as good as mine?

Y: *while punching the punching bag* Do I have some sort of sign that makes you come talk to me?

?: Sheesh, I just want to know some of your secrets. As you can see *showing you his guns* I can work out too.

Y: *punching more* Oh great, just what I need, someone showing off.

?: *flirting* All part of the game my friend.

Y: *looking at him* Oh so we’re friends now.

?: Um… maybe… I mean…

Y: Look, I don’t even know your name.

? Its James.

Y: Well, James, if you want to be my friend, why don’t you wait until I’m done here, and if I feel like it, we can go over my secrets. How’s that? *showing a fake smile*

J: That was a fake smile, I can tell.

Y: Oh really, you only know me for a little over 30 minutes and already you know everything about me?

J: Let’s just say I have an affinity for reading people. And right now, I know you’re pissed that I’m here, but I promise you, one day, you won’t be thinking that anymore?

Y: *humorlessly laughing* I’m glad you think that highly of yourself.

J: It’s all part of the James Maslow charm.

Y: Fantastic, you refer to yourself in the third person too?

J: Hardy har, very funny. I just realized, you know my name, but I don’t know yours…

Y: Well, since you said you can read people, see if you can read my mind and spell out my name for me.

J: You’re one tough cookie, I’ll give you that.

Y: Yeah, well, I haven’t had the best of weeks, so I would appreciate if you just stay silent for a bit while I punch the shit out of this lovely black bag full of sand.

J: Would you like a tip?

Y: Oh, so now you’re an expert?

J: Just listen to me; you won’t permanently damage your arm one day. Punch with your wrist, not your hand. It’s all in the wrist.

Y: Thanks. *smiling a genuine smile*

J: Ahhh, I see a smile, and it looks genuine.

Y: Ok, James, now please let me be.

J: I’ll stay and observe, maybe learn your secrets through osmosis.

Y: You do that…

*You continue to work out, and when you’re done, you see James taking a few punches. You make your way to some of the other machines to tone your abs and your arms. Bikini season isn’t that far away, you figure a little abdominal workout shouldn’t hurt. You finish as James finishes with the punching bag and you two make your way to the men’s and women’s locker rooms.

J: *taps your shoulder* Um, (YN), you dropped this?

Y: Oh my gosh, I didn’t even realize I dropped my glove… But wait, how did you know my name?

J: I guess you’ll just have to see me again to find that out sweetheart.

Y: You know what James, screw you. *angrily snatching the glove*

J: *shouting to you* you’re welcome by the way.

*You put away your gloves when you see a slip of paper with some writing on it. You know you didn’t have that there before, so you wonder what it’s all about. You open it up and you see

(YN),

We should meet again. (His number)

Xoxo, JM*

Y: Oh lord.

*You turn to chuck the piece of paper out, but instead something is stopping you from doing so. You quickly put the paper back into your bag and make your way out of the gym. Your shower at home is calling your name and you want to do everything in your power to salvage your Friday. However, as much as you try to forget, you only have one thought in your mind, like a parasite that doesn’t leave you alone, as much as you’d like it to.*

Y: Who the hell does James Maslow think he is?

James Maslow 1, You 0

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No One But You isnt one of our stories, it was a submitted story… Whenever we get the next parts in (if there are next parts..) then we’ll be sure to post them ASAP :)

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James Submission Story

Here’s a James submission story from http://btrkindagirl.tumblr.com… Show her some love :) Sorry we’ve been slacking on our stories, school is kind of kicking our asses right now. Enjoy!

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Imagine, you have been best friends with Logan. He’s like a big brother to you. You were like family. One day, he says he wants to introduce you to his friends. You were nervous. You were the kind of person that’s always shy around new people. You guys are going out to dinner so you dressed nice and casual. Logan picked you up and took you to his favorite restaurant where you would meet them. You see five people when you got out of Logan’s car.

Logan: Ready to meet them?

You: Yeah. (:

You start walking towards them and greet each other. They were all cute. Their names were Dustin, Kendall, Carlos, and James. The other one was a girl. Tammy. She looked good alright. She made you feel weird. She looks so much prettier, I thought. She stood so close to James so you knew they were going out. James is cute, but taken. You let it go because there are other cute single guys out there. Tammy was kind. You guys start to head in and get your reserved seats. You and Tammy went in last. Just as she was about to go through the door she looked back at you and had a dirty look on her face. You felt kind of scared. You wondered what was that all about. When you guys got to the table, she acted like when you first met her. Kind and gentle.

Logan: You okay?

You: Yeah.

You give him a smile you know he loves to see.

Kendall: So this is the (YN) we’ve been hearing about.

Carlos: You are so much better than the way Logan described you. You’re so pretty.

Dustin: You really are pretty.

You let out a little laugh.

You: Thanks.

You look at James who’s been quiet for awhile. But he looks down. You just turn your head the other way thinking he’s just probably shy. There’s that feeling from before. Like someone’s death staring at you. You look up at Tammy and see that her eyes were staring directly at you. The tension between the two of you broke when the waiter came to take your orders. That night was fun. James eventually spoke and Tammy was still a little weird. The next day it was a Saturday morning so you thought you’d go out for a jog. You were jogging and running for about 30 minutes and stumbled upon a familiar face. It was James!

You: Hey! James, right? Remember me?

James: Yep, how could I forget?

It was kind of quiet for a moment until James spoke.

James: Look, sorry about last night.

You: hmm?

James: I didn’t really talk to you or really made eye contact.

You: It’s alright. I didn’t mind. People are like that sometimes. -smiles*

James stares at you and smiles.

James: So, jog together?

You: Sure.

While jogging you and James have a little conversation.

You: So, where’s Tammy?

James: She said she had some errands.

You: Oh, so you enjoying your time?

James: Yeah, I guess so. You’re here so it’s nice.

After that, you and James have been close friends. Whenever Tammy goes on errands or has something to do, you and James spend time together. It’s not like you’re doing anything bad. It’s just that Tammy doesn’t like other girls around James. James admitted that once he had a female friend over and Tammy and him had a big fight.

James called Tammy at their apartment saying that he’s going to Logan’s house for a bit. She sounded okay with it knowing that I’m going to be there. She was asking repeatedly if James was sure he’s going to be home at 7:00 pm straight. He said yes trying to calm her down. We met at Logan’s house around 5. James saw you and quickly gave you a hug. His hug lasted longer than everyone else. You liked him a little but never admitted it. It was around 6:25 and James thought he’d go home early to surprise Tammy. You just remembered that you left your sweater at his apartment and asked if you could follow him and get it.

James: So, when I open the door, you have to be really sneaky while I go and surprise her that I’m home early.

You: Sure thing, boss.

He looked really happy. Tammy is lucky to have him.

He opened the door really slowly and crept in. You follow his lead and went into the living room while he goes into the bedroom. You looked around for the sweater and saw it on the couch. You reached for it and just about as you were going to pick it up you heard Tammy scream. You ran to see if anyone was hurt. Because that didn’t sound like a playful scream. You stood right behind James at the door.

James: What . . the… hell?

You peek in and your eyes opened wide. You can’t believe what you are seeing. Tammy was cheating on James?! Poor James. Your heart was beating fast. You didn’t know what James was going to do. He looked really angry.

James: What the hell is this?!

Tammy: Ja-James. I can explain.

She struggles getting off her partner. Her partner grabs his shorts and storms off.

Everything was silent.

James: How could you? I haven’t done anything bad to you!

Tammy: James, I didn’t mean to—

James: Shut up! I want you out by tomorrow morning.

James leaves in anger. You grab your sweater and chase after him.

You: James wait!

You could tell that he was crying. He kept walking, then he stopped. He sat on the sidewalk and put his hands on his face. You slowly sit beside him and put your arms around him. He quickly hugs you back.

James: Gosh, I feel so embarrassed. I’m crying in front of a girl.

You: There’s no need to be embarrassed. Crying is natural. I will not tease you when you cry. I’m so sorry James.

James: It’s okay. I knew something was going on. I just don’t want it to be true.

The two of you sit there in silence. Just taking in what just happened.

You: I’m sorry that half my gender are assholes.

James laughs at that.

James: It’s not your fault. I feel a lot better. Thanks (YN). You really are different than the other girls.

You: That’s a good thing right?

James: YES! Haha, you’re perfect. (:

James looks in your eyes and leaned forward. He gently presses his lips against yours. You didn’t resist at all. You loved the feel of his soft lips.

James: I wanted to do that for a long time now.

You: Me too. (:

James: I’m glad. So, me. You. Dinner tomorrow night?

You: I’d like that.

You and James date for 5 years and have a strong relationship. You loved him with all your heart. He was always honest and kind. You loved him and he loved you big time! <3

Writers note: Hope you enjoyed it. Sorry so short. I just wrote in an hour. >.<

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You Told Me I Wasn’t Invisible Part 5

*Time has passed since the original apology. Your friends have returned from their honeymoon, you’re back and living happily with James, and the press has died down from the incident. You two haven’t been happier and are truly not taking each other for granted anymore. It’s currently a nice evening, and James has some plans in store for you two for the night.*

J: Hey babe, we still on for dinner?

Y: Of course, why wouldn’t we be?

J: Just making sure *winking*

Y: *giggling* alright. I’m about to get ready, is there anything special I should wear?

J: Wear something that makes you feel beautiful, so you can see yourself the same way I see you every day.

Y: Well aren’t you a walking Bruno Mars song…

J: *as he walks away, he quietly sings* Girl you’re amazing, just the way you are…

*You pick out a white sundress with gold gladiator wedges and make your way into the bathroom to shower. You dress and put on a little makeup, you’re going for the natural look. You apply the finishing touches, and make your way downstairs where James is waiting for you, looking handsome as ever in dark wash jeans, a light blue button up shirt, and a black skinny tie. You two exit your house as James drives to the clandestine destination. You immediately realize he’s taking you to the gardens, right by where Francine and Dylan had their wedding. As you’re walking to the gardens hand in hand, you notice how breathtaking the garden look between the late afternoon sun. *

Y: This is so stunning, I never realized how breath taking a garden could be.

J: It doesn’t compare to how breath taking you are standing in it.

Y: *blush* Always the charmer.

J: That’s my job *giving you his signature smile and wink*

*You two set up the blanket and then take out the food. You notice he got you your favorite sandwiches from the deli you two love. As the time passes, you notice him get more and more fidgety, giving off an anxious vibe.*

Y: Babe, is everything ok?

J: Huh?

Y: Hello ,earth to James, is anyone home in there *calling to his head*

J: Oh sorry, yeah I’m here, whats up?

Y: You seem a little distracted, whats going on?

J: Just thinking about how much I love you, and how amazing it is to be by your side. *pours you another glass of pinot grigio*

Y: Alright, you know you can tell me anything, no matter whats wrong *take his hand and look him in the eye*

J: *puts his arm around you and pulls you in close so you can snuggle up by his side* I don’t feel complete unless you’re around me.

Y: Why aren’t you mr. cheese tonight.

J: Just call me Jack, Monterrey *smiles and winks*

*You notice his heart rate speed up every so often and you wonder what he’s thinking about. James walks his hand from the blanket on to your hand and holds it tightly. You revel in this simple but powerful gesture, and it doesn’t fail to put a smile on your face. As the evening wears on, he goes to make a move-

J: Listen, I love you, very much. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I caught a glimpse these past couple of weeks of what it would be like if I lost you forever, and I never want to feel that way again. *moves so he can get down on bended knee and opens up the black velvet box that’s sporting a diamond rock* So (YN), please, will you marry me?

Y: *take a deep * yyyyes, I will marry you 

*He puts the ring on the appropriate finger, and goes to smother you in a giant hug. You hear him sniffling and you pull away to look him in the eyes.*

Y: *taking your hands to cup his face, and wipe away a few tears* Babe, whats wrong? You should be happy.

J: *laughing* I am, I really am.

Y: So, whats with the tears?

J: I never thought this was going to happen after what happened a couple of weeks ago. I really wanted to propose to you the night of the wedding, in this very same spot, but due to other circumstances, I felt it would have been in poor taste if I proposed that night.

Y: The past is history, the future is a mystery, today is a gift, and that’s why they call it the present.

J: Wow, did you just come up with that?

Y: Maybe *wink*

J: Nah, definitely not.

Y: What I do know, is that I love you, very much, and Im looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you as Mrs. James Maslow.

J: *sighs* Mrs. James Maslow. That has a nice ring to it.

Y: Glad you think so.

J: Hardy har.

*You two finish off the night basking in the glow of the recent proposal. Your initial kiss after the proposal unlocks a doorway into your future of Mrs. James Maslow, and closes a doorway of your dramatic and mistake-ridden past. You lock that door, and throw away the key, only to replace it with a key to happiness in your life.*

J: *quietly hums and sings out* you’re not invisible…

Xoxo, S&M

No One But You Part 11

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PART 11: The Black Shell

After the late night snack, you and Kendall cleaned up the kitchen together; You even let Kendall load the dishwasher without making a big deal about the arrangement of pots and pans inside.

That night, you stayed up in bed, caressing your chin with your fingers off and on; you felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation each time you touched it. You wanted that tingling sensation to last forever….what was special about that feeling? I have never felt like this before ………why do I not want to wash that sensation away….how could I let a man’s lips and tongue lick my…..my chin……but why do I not feel unclean? Why do I want to feel it again? You got up with a sweat, still confused about your inner feelings.

You stood at the window and watched the gentle waves of the water caress the soft sandy beach under the beautiful moonlight. As you saw the waves soak the sand and withdraw back into the vast ocean, leaving the sand lonely and dry again, you questioned yourself, is Kendall like these gentle but exciting waves and am I the lonely and dry sand? Is there some relationship between the two of us? We are both so different could we ever be in harmony like the waves and the sand?

You had a sleepless night. You were used to sleeplessness; in the past you had to take sleeping pills at times, especially after a hurtful comment from your mom, bullying from your school mates, or after your painful “re-feeding” treatment in the hospital, but this was different. You wanted to stay up, you wanted a sleepless night…..you did not want any sleeping pills….instead you wanted a ‘stay-awake’ pill….you wanted to think about your day and your conversations with Kendall……..you wanted to think about his wicked smile…..his piercing gaze…..his lips on your chin……….

Kendall was awake too; he wondered, “what happened to me tonight? Why did I have the impulse to kiss her tonight? Why am I worried about how she felt? I have kissed so many women in my life and I have never cared whether they enjoyed or despised me……but why do I not want her to despise me? Why?……..I will probably never see her again……she does not party or go out a whole lot….so I may not even bump into her accidentally….so why do I care about how she feels…..why do I not want to fall asleep tonight? Why do I want to stay up and think….think about that nerdy, turtleneck girl?”

The next morning, you were up early. You decided to take a walk along the beach, something you enjoyed doing whenever you wanted to be more alone than you usually were. You wore a light blue turtleneck; sweat pants, sneakers and socks. You usually walked far from the waterfront, as you did not like the water or sand on your skin. Your favorite activity was collecting white shells on the beach.

As you walked and bent over periodically collecting your white shells, you heard a familiar voice, “Good morning!” Kendall smiled; he was bare footed in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, his hair blowing in the wind, making him look at least 5 years younger.

“Oh Kendall? Aren’t you supposed to stay in bed and not exert yourself?” You asked as you balanced your white shells in your hands. You couldn’t help admiring his boyish looks and his unbuttoned shirt.

“Well….this is not exertion…..I am just strolling on the beach,” he laughed and looked down at your palms, “white shells?”

“Yes…I like to collect them,” you said.

Kendall bent down and picked a black colored shell, “this one is from me……if you add this to your collection, I will know that you have decided to accept me as your friend.”

You looked up into his eyes, “friend?”

“Yeah! You know I have never had a woman friend…..just like you have never had a boy friend…..can we be friends?” he held his hand out towards you.

You looked down at your hands full of shells, “I…I..am not sure Kendall…..we will probably never meet after this one week……why pretend we are friends….frankly, I have very few friends in this world, most of them I have not even met in years, so what’s the point of making new ones when I have not stayed in touch with my old ones……..let me think about it,” you hesitated and walked back towards the house.

Kendall followed you back to the house, but you had locked yourself in your room.

You stayed shut in your room most of the day. Kendall tried to stay busy on the phone, computer, TV and other inanimate objects. He was cursing himself for the syrup incident, “let me go out for a walk….I am so boooored,” he thought. As he walked out, he saw a clear jar in the living room with your collection of shells. The jar was crystal clear, with an immaculate collection of white shells inside; Kendall peeked inside and saw the black shell in the center of the jar!

Kendall smiled and went back inside. He knocked on your door, “It’s me!”

A sleepy looking you answered the door, “can I help you?” You yawned and stretched your arms. Your glasses were at your bedside and your hair was loose on your face.

Kendall looked at you and smiled, “can we get some dinner?”

“OH….it is 7 in the evening? I am sorry…I think I dozed off…Ok, I will be right back,” you turned to get your glasses.

Kendall held your wrist, “lets just go like this.”

“like this? I am blind without my glasses….I won’t be able to drive.” You pulled away, put on your glasses and tied your hair in a tight ponytail. Kendall shook his head and said, “have you ever considered getting contacts?”

“I don’t like anything so close to my eyes…..,” you said

“Just like you don’t like to touch the sand on the beach?” he asked

“How did you know?”

“It does not take a rocket scientist to figure out why someone would wear sneakers and socks on the beach in the month of July!” he laughed

“Do you have a problem with that?” you asked angrily as you both drove to a nearby restaurant.

“Just seeing you makes me feel hot!” he bit his tongue at his suggestive comment, “I mean….not that hot….I meant….you know like the summer heat….the temperature.”

You smiled, but were a little disappointed that he had to clarify what he really meant. You wished he had meant it in the suggestive way……since the syrup incident, you had started experiencing strange unfamiliar sensations and you found yourself craving for more sensations like that.

You had a quick pizza dinner. Kendall ordered one large New York style thin crust pizza; Kendall ate 7 out of the 8 slices, while you worked on your sole piece, nibbling at it like a bird.

Kendall did not say anything about how little you ate, as he knew you did not like anybody forcing you to eat, “I wonder if something happened between her and her mother which has made her such a finicky eater,” he thought, “Hey…wanna go for icecream?” he suggested.

“Ice cream?” your eyes lit up, but then you said, “I am not sure.”

“But I am! I see a Baskin Robbins in the next plaza…..let’s go…come on,” Kendall dragged you to the ice cream shop.

You both ordered 2 large cones of chocolate and butter pecan ice creams. You savored your cone like a little kid- licking every drop of your melting cone. Due to the warm weather, the ice cream had melted on your chin, hands and fore arms. Kendall looked at the melted ice cream longingly.

You sensed the craving in his eyes; you wanted him to go ahead and lick the ice cream off your face and hands, but Kendall just looked away. He resisted the temptation, as he was not sure if you would forgive him this time.

You both walked back to the car; your hands were still sticky with the melted ice cream. Kendall went back to the ice cream shop and came back with some moistened napkins, “here…..wipe yourself….you are too sticky.”

You took the napkins, still hoping he would use his tongue instead.

You both then drove back quietly.

As you walked in, Kendall commented, “so the black shell made way into your precious jar?”

You smiled, “well….the black shell was indeed beautiful….I did not have the heart to throw it away…..”

Kendall grinned and nodded at the latent meaning of your comment, “Good night [YN]…I hope you get some sleep tonight.”

“You too,” you smiled and retired to your room.

……to be contd……..next episode …..the turtleneck will be history!!!! And as always send me your wonderful messages and follow me athttp://btrblogger.tumblr.com/ :D I love messages and new followers! I will update tom. :)