"What are you still waiting for? I'm done practicing," James said as he packed up his saxophone. Kenneth sighed from his position at the door. It was midday, and most people had headed for lunch in the college's cafeteria. Kenneth had come to watch James practice in the abandoned lecture room as he usually did, but today, he had a request to make.
"I'm waiting for you," Kenneth said, making James look up from his bag to stare at him with a confused frown. Kenneth could feel his heart rate quicken. There was something about the redhead just looking at him that made his knees weak.
He had it bad. Very bad.
James frowned half the time he was around Kenneth — Kenneth knew that was his fault, and he could only dream that there was a day that James would smile more around him.
"Why?" James a
