Hi, everyone! Really hope you like it and I promise to do my very best when writing this! And, before I start writing this, I would like to give full credit to EpitheticalBabylon for giving me inspiration for the title of this story. The title is hers; I just borrowed it. Thank you! :D PLEASE R&R!

Chapter 1: Feelings Revealed

It was a regular day at the Palm Woods school. For everyone, that is, except for James Diamond. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to focus on his History lesson(which he usually ignored anyway, but that's not the point). His eyes were constantly drifting from his open text book over to his best friend Carlos sitting right next to him. Carlos didn't notice his staring at him; he was focused on his work. For, like, the tenth time, James' eyes wandered from the front of the classroom to Carlos. He just gazed at him. God, he was so beautiful!

Lately, James had been having some new and confusing feelings for his best friend. Feelings of love. He thought he was in love with Carlos. But, that was impossible, he couldn't be...gay, could he? He'd been chasing girls with his friends ever since they'd been in LA for nearly three months. Why was he having these feelings for his male best friend? And the more pressing question was: did Carlos feel the same about him?

James was suddenly broken out of his thoughts when the loud bell rang, signaling the end of their class. Luckily, History was their last class of the day. Almost the second the bell rang, the whole class was up and gathering up their books and notepads and pens, scrambling for the door. James stood slowly, waiting for the full classroom to empty so he wouldn't be caught in the frenzy of students. Evidently, Carlos did the same and James glance over and saw him leisurly packing his backpack. James was just mesmerized; he didn't know he could ever see anyone so beautiful. Matters weren't helped much when Carlos stood up and bent over to pick up his backpack. James' eyes widened when he saw Carlos bend over, his jeans stretching across his voluptuous Latino hips. James felt his own jeans tighten and he held his backpack in from of him and bolted from the classroom, hoping no one was watching.

It was about ten minutes later that Mrs. Knight arrived to take them home. The five of them piled into the SUV, Katie riding in the front as usual.

"So, how was your day?" Mrs. Knight asked.

"The usual." Katie said, "I signed up for the spelling bee."

"Oh, that's wonderful, honey!" Mrs. Knight said happily.

They pulled out of the crowded parking lot and drove down the road. Instead of heading back to their apartment, they drove in opposite direction, heading to a small, residential area with older homes. Most of which were older townhouses converted into duplexes. The Palm Woods building was experiencing major plumbing problems and several apartments, including theirs, had been flooded. They had been informed that it would take the better part of two or three months to fix the problem. Luckily, the recording studio paid for them to rent the lower level of one of these roomy duplexes a few miles away.

They pulled into the driveway and everyone got out of the car, walking up the steps to the white front door. Mrs. Knight unlocked it and they all walked in, taking off their shoes and piling them by the door as always. The boys walked into the living room and dropped their text book-laden backpacks on the love seat by the window. They all sat on the couch and turned on TV, Kendall flipping through the channels.

"Anyone want a snack?" Mrs. Knight called from the kitchen.

"I do!" the boys called back simultaneously.

"Me, too." Katie said, sitting at the kitchen table, getting her drawing pad out.

Within five minutes, they were all sitting around the table, enjoying a plate of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. And, as always, James and Carlos engaged each other in a battle with their T-Rex and long-neck, much to the enjoyment of Kendall and Logan. After their snack, they all sat in the living room and enjoyed a movie.


It was about ten o'clock at night and everyone was in their rooms and the 'apartment' was quiet. James sat in one of the two bean-bag chairs at the foot of the four-poster bed he and Carlos shared. When they moved into the apartment duplex about a week ago, they found that the rooms the boys would sleep in had only one queen-sized bed in each one. But they didn't mind sharing a bed for the time being.

James was engaged in playing his favorite hockey video game. Carlos reclined comfortably on the bed, reading a hockey magazine. Carlos didn't know how long he'd sat there when he heard a slight thud as James dropped his controller to the floor and frustratedly stood and walked out onto the balcony. Looking at the paused game on the TV screen, he saw that James had only scored 30 points. He had been playing that game for well over an hour, and usually, he scored 300 points or more in that amount of time.

"Something wrong?" Carlos asked.

"I don't know." James, who was sitting on one of the two lounge chairs, said.

"Wanna talk about it?" Carlos asked, closing his magazine.

"Come here." James said, patting a spot on the lounge chair beside him.

Carlos lay his magazine aside ans stood and walked over and seated himself next to his friend.

"What's bothering you?" he asked.

"Well..." James started, but his words seemed to die before they could form.

There was a short silence.

"I don't know if I can tell you...but can I show you?" James asked.

"Sure. I guess so." Carlos said.

James scooted closer to him and slowly reached up, placing a gentle caress to Carlos' cheek. Before Carlos could say anything, James softly pressed his lips to his. The kiss was so unexpected; Carlos gasped softly. James' lips lingered for a few seconds and he was about to deepen the kiss when Carlos pulled away suddenly.

"I-I can't." he stammered, standing.

"Carlos." James said in an almost pleading voice.

"I can't." Carlos repeated, walking off across the room.

"Carlos, please." James said.

He watched as Carlos opened the door and disappeared into the living room.

"Carlos." James whispered, on the verge of tears.

James sat there for what seemed like forever, but it was only a few minutes. He was in shock. His best friend, whom he'd known all his life, had just walked out on him. What if he'd lost him? What if Carlos didn't want anything else to do with him? If Carlos didn't want to be around him anymore, that would just kill James. Carlos meant more to him than anything. What if he lost him?

A/N: I know, short first chappy, but I promise the next one will be longer! I promise I will update soon! PLEASE R&R!