Let's Start at the Beginning...

He was dreaming.

It wasn't scary, or happy, but it was a dream.

He was in a zoo with James, holding his hand, marveling at the lions and tigers. Their teeth were snowy white, razor sharp blades. They snapped together as the big cats snarled and growled at the two spectators.

He pressed himself closer to James' warm body and sighed. He thought it almost sinful to be this happy, this in love with a guy, and his best friend no less.

All of a sudden, James vanished.

He was no longer attatched to the other boy, but was inside the cage with the cats. The snarling got louder and the cats began creeping closer to James and one of them bunched its hind leg muscles. Just as it sprang for James, the blond boy screamed.

He had expected to wake up and see James' beautiful, smooth, suntanned face, but James was not there. The 16-year old blond boy sat up, his back ram-rod straight and gasped.

He saw nothing, but heard ferociously loud snarling outside of his window. It looked out onto a side street and he shot out of bed.

Peering down the window, there was James, standing proudly next to a huge, black, gleaming, red-striped motorcycle.

James was dressed in dark blue jeans, his lucky white V-neck, and a tight, black, leather jacket. He motioned for his friend to come down. The blonde pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and scrambled downstairs to find him. He got outside and whipped his head from side to side in search of James.

"Kendall!" James called.

Kendall whirled around to his left and saw James beaming at him His heart pounded in his chest as he went to greet his best friend.

"Hey, sleepy head," James said affectionately. He kissed Kendall's forehead and grinned.

"What do you think?" He asked, stepping away to let his friend get a full-view of the bike.

"Wow," Kendall breathed. "James, where...why do you have a motorcycle?"

James shrugged. "I...don't know, I just figured it would be fun to get one," he said honestly.

"Do you even have a license, Jay?" Kendall asked.

"Erm..." James looked so sheepish and Kendall had to smile. Whenever James looked embarrassed it made his heart flutter rapidly, and it was just one of the hundreds of reasons he loved James so much.

"No, I'm going to get one, but," James trailed off.

Kendall was puzzled. James never hesistated when he was talking to him.

"What is it, Jay?" Kendall asked softly.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to get one with me. It's not a big deal or anything, but you've never been too big on doing anything rash or extreme like tattoos, or motorcycles. I've always wanted to be able to ride on a motorcylce with you because, I feel like there is something really, intimate about them. And you know I love you, I just think that it would be a fun, exhilirating new experience for both of us," James said.

Kendall stood there for a moment with a rather blank expression on his face as he pndered this. It made sense, he loved James as much as Jame sloved him, so why not?

"You know what? Sure. I'll get a motorcycle license with you," Kendall said finally.

James' worried face broke out into a huge grin. "Seriously?" He said in disbelief. Kendall nodded.

"Yes!" James exclaimed. "Ive already set up an appointment with an instructer for 2 o' clock this afternoon," James told him. Kendall quirked an eyebrow.

"You already set up an appointment? With who?" Kendall asked, mystified. James looked ashamed, almost apologetic.

"Well, um...Gustavo."