James stammered. He inwardly groaned. What was wrong with him? He was the king of cool. The one with the swagger. Why was he turning into one of those romantically inept boys? Why was he turning into Logan of all people? (At least he wasn't saying bleep-blop-bloop yet, thank god.)
Ever since Carlos had found out the difference between boys and girls, and realized that he far preferred a sweaty James over giggly, confusing girls, he knew the only person for him was James.
...babbling about his future plans of the two of them living together and cuddling and playing hockey and raising two dogs.
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