Confession Time (WELSHY)

James still couldn't believe what had just happened. He had pleaded guilty for Christ's sake! Surely any judge with a decent number of braincells would realise that he deserved to be locked up for the rest of his life! It wasn't as if James was complaining though. He was glad that he didn't have to be locked away all his life.

The rest of time had gone fast, and soon James was being told that he was free to go. In such a daze, the Demigod could do nothing but walk out, still in his suit. James stopped just out of the doorway to the building, collapsing on the steps and running his hands through his messy brown hair, not being able to believe what had just happened.

He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Right now he just wanted to go back to camp. Maybe sleep. Seeing as James hadn't slept for like, four days in a row he guessed that he would probably stay in the city over night. He was too tired to go back just yet. He wondered if Tori would stay with him.

Tori; James needed her now.

Looking up, James' blue eyes found a Tori leaning across the stone and, without thinking, he lept up and tackled Tori so hard that they almost fell to the ground. He was happy, and wouldn't let her pull away from ever again.

James wasn't really the one that ever Imagined himself being in love. He was in denial, you could say. He liked messing with girls, but he wasn't really big on the whole 'you're only allowed to stay with one girl for a long period of time' thing. Maybe that was his down fall. He wasn't sure but...he thought he might change his opinion on that for Tori. Oh yeah, he'd remain an arrogant, obnoxious jerk for the time being but...yeah. He wasn't even sure what he thought.

"I can, I know. All the girls chase after me in a tux." James laughed, trying to make her laugh rather than being serious. He felt tighten her grip around him and he did the same, kissing her forehead lightly but not knowing what it meant. Afterwards, James rested his cheek against Tori's forhead, thinking about how he thoight he woulld have been locked away by now.

Breaking the silence between them once more, James' stomach rumbled loud enough for Tori to most likely hear and he laughed, amused. "Oh Gods, can we get a McDonald's or something? I'm starving!" He asked, pulling away from Tori and going to take her hand, but stopping himself at the last minute. He winked at Tori, gesturing her to catch up with him as he set down the street, grinning broadly with his hands stuff on the ockets low suit trousers.

Walking along side tori, but slowling down his pace so they were next to eachother, James laughed at Tori's slightly weird sentence, knowing that she had said warm instead of hot for a reason. He would still come back with a witty and cocky reply though, in an attempt to embarress and make her blush.

"Oh, you just want me to strip, don't you?" He grinned before nodding seriously as a reply of her question. He was peetty warm, and his hair was mattes with sticky sweat. Pulling off his blue tie and shoving it in the pockets if his trousers, he pulled off the suit jacket and set it down on a bench as they passed, not wanting it. Undoing the top bottons of his white shirt, James sighed when he was just left In his trousers and shirt, which was now pulled out from the waistband of his pants.

"Right, better?" He asked cheekily, wrapping his arm around Tori's shoulders as they walked down the street, glad to be free.

Grinning to himself, James ran his hand through his hair, knowing it was a mess. The small amount of traffic didn't make a difference In his mind, seeing as he was an English boy, and wasn't comfortable or familiar with these parts. James nudged Tori before taking his arm out from around her, feeling stupid for doing it. He knew he liked Tori, but he was too scared to make a move just in case she didn't like him back at it ruined their friendship.

Yes, James was scared for like, the first time In his life.

Pulling Tori into McDonald's, James raised his eyebrows at how quiet the place was, yet didn't make a note of it. Pushing Tori lightly so she was in the cue in front of him, James checked out a blond girl for a moment before shrugging and turning his attention back into Tori, findinng her much more beautiful.

"Thanks for...being there for me." James mumbled in her ear from behind, being sensitive and kind for a rare moment.

Returning a smile, James considered protesting with the fact that Tori would pay but decided to let her, knowing that he would probably pay for something later. Looking up at the boards of menus he thought for a moment before saying; “Uh…I’ll have a chicken legend large meal with large fries and a large Coke.” He told the guy, knowing that it was a lot but…what? He was hungry. Plus, he liked to eat.

Jerking his thumb back over his shoulder, James went over to a table in the corner of the room, deciding to wait there for him food. He rested his forehead on the cool table, breathing deeply in and out in an attempt to relax himself. He had no idea why he was stressed. Maybe he should make a move. Should he? He wanted to. He would. Yes, he promised himself that as soon as Tori sat down, he would make a move.

Oh crap. This better work out for him, or else he was going to continue to be a man-whore for the rest of his life. He didn’t want to be like that anymore. He wanted to commit to one person. He knew that, if this worked, then it would be hard for him, seeing as he hit on like…everything with a pulse. It wasn’t healthy but…whatever.

Sitting up straight, James drummed his hands nervously on the table as he waited for Tori to come over.

James looked up as Tori came over with their food, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers. He smiled at Tori nervously as she handed him his food, frowing at what she was eating but not qustioning it. He shoved a handful of fries in his mouth at once before taking a long swig of his Coke.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, James' eyebrows shot up when Tori offered him a milkshake-chip. "If I get food poisoning then its your fault." He laughed, taking it from her nonetheless and slowly placing it into his mouth. Actually, it wasn't that bad, but James wrinkled his nose up all the same.

Picking up his Legend in both hands, James took a large bite out of It, letting his blue eyes move to the window, where it was getting dark. It must of been, what? Ten o'clock? It was pretty light outside though now, seeing as it was daylight savings and all. He frowned again, taking another bite out of his meal.

"Wanna see if we could get a hotel room after this?" James asked before almost choking on his meal when he realised how that sentence must have sounded to her. "N-not like that, though! I was thinking, because it was late, we could find somewhere to sleep. But not like...that."

Grinning, James took another handful of fries, watching as Tori dipped her own in her milkshake. Gross. James was forced to look around the room out of slight disgust and curiousoty, shrugging. All McDonalds' were the same, wherher they be here In America, or In James' hone; The United Kingdom. The food was the same, the awesome taste was the same, and the high level of calories was the same. The only difference was that you had to call chips 'fries' here, but James was used to it.

Biting more of his Chicken Legend, James raised his eyebrows across at Tori when she seemed relieved. "Whoa. That hurt my feelings." He told her, half serious yet mostly and sounding joking. "You now it sound like doing something like that with me would be...nevermind."

Shaking his head with a small chuckle, James could tepl that Tori was tired, a most likely wanted to leave. He finiehed his food quickly, leaving his rubbish on the table and not bothering to clean it up like Tori had. If everyone thoughht about clearing way like she did, then millions of people wouldn't be in a job, and nobody wanted that.

Without saying anything to Tori, James got up and crossed over to the counter again, lining up for moment before ordering two McFlurly's for them both, paying with his own American money this time. Once he had been given the ice-creams, James put the desert on the table In front of Tori before sticking his own spoonful into his mouth. "If you don't want it, I'll have It." James promised, knowing that he could have two ice-cream quite easily, yet not eat for another few hours.

Standing in the doorway of the fast-food restaurant, James turned back to Tori, raising his eyebrows at her and making a gesture for her to lead the way, seeing as his mouth was filled with ice-cream and Smarties.

Half wishing that Tori would give him her ice-cream as well and was dissapointed when she said she'd eat it. James continued to shovel mouthfuls of ice-cream down his throat as he followed Tori out of the building, ignoring a brainfreeze. He was used to them. He ate a lot, so he was good at eating and digesting food. Just like he kissed a lot, so he was like a proffesional when It came to his lips.

Whoa, James was a cool person.

James walked so Tori was next to him and he was brushing against her side, patting his pocket with the spoon before speaking. "I have money. Let's go, Idaho." James grinned, practically licking his ice-cream cup empty and dropping it on her ground, keeping his arm around Tori just in case something happened to her.

Well, and because he liked holding Tori.

Leading her into the hotel, James got to the back of the line eith Tori, knowing he had enough for one room for them to share. James could sleep on the sofa or something. He wouldn't like to seem like a jerk and share the bed with Tori, and he didn't want to ask just in case she declined or felt pressured.

His eyes widening and lighting up like Christmas lights when Tori offered him her ice-cream, James quickly took his arm out from around Tori to grab the spoon, quickly drinking the melted cream before also throwing the litter in the nearest trash-can as he passed, resuming to hold his arm around Tori, loving how It felt but knowing that a friend shouldn't feel like this towards another friend.

When Tori whispered to James the son of Ares chuckled oightly, grinning from ear to ear whene saw some Ice-cream on her upper lip. Without thinking, James reached out and ran his thumb over his lips slowly, trying to keep his face clear of all emotions. Finally realising what he was doing, James got control over himself and pulled his hand back, frowning and turning his head to the side as if to glare at a near photograph.

The line slowly decreased, and with that did the Demigod's waiting time. James didn't say anything, not after what he had just done but he kept his arm around his friend, needing to hold her just for a moment.

When they had both got to the front of the line, James wrote his name down on a list for registration along with Tori's, not caring that they looked like they were probably here to do.. stuff. They weren't though so that was...good. James was also lucky enough to have had enough cash to pay for a room, yet It was one of the last avaliable. Thank gods James had got here In time.

Taking the keys from the man, James took Tori's hand and pulled her Into the elevator, smirking at her for a moment at the memory of her with an ice-cream moustache.

James blinked when Tori questioned him and his mind went blank, completely forgetting what had made him smirk in the first place. Plucking an excuse straight out of the air, James shrugged, continuing to smirk as he watched this girl that he thought so much of. "Nothing. I'm just trying to guess what the man at the counter thought we were here for."

Oh Gods. James knew that if he ever tried something on like that with Tori, then she would undoubtedly bite his hand off. He wouldn't dare try, ever. Not even if the two were dating. He felt all warm Inside at the thought of then dating but, again, didn't comment I'd way anything about this to her.

Actions speak louder than words, right?

Stepping out of the elevator, the son of Ares pulled Tori along down the hall with him, stopping iutside their room. Letting go of her hand finally, he shoved the copper key into the keyhole before turning it slowly to the right, the door swinging open to reveal a small yet moderatly cozy room. The room consited of a double bed, small couch and small TV. One corner of the room was like a small kitchen, and a doorway in one of the shadows lead in to the bathroom.

Locking the door again behind them, James placed the keys on the counter-top, running a hand theiugh his brown hair as his blue eyes looked around their nightly domain. He winced out of awkwardness, kicking off his shoes and flcking them across the so he was in his socks, not turning to Tori as he spoke to her. "So...um...we could share the bed, as long as none of us try anything...?" He suggested, quickly adding, "But I don't mind sleeping on the couch, if you would prefere."

“Okay, no trying anything. I’ll remember that the next time we en dup in a hotel room together.” The son of Ares teased, watching Tori as she placed her sweatshirt on her shoes, being tidy whereas he had just kicked his shoes in a random direction of the bedroom. He wasn’t really tidy, unless it came to his appearance.

When it came to his appearance, James was like a girl. Everything had to be perfect; hair products, expensive shoes and fashionable clothes. Literally, James knew what was in fashion before most girls even knew. It was crazy. He was vain, cocky and not the smartest, which wasn’t the best of combinations.

James’ big toes curled into the top of his sock, pulling one off before doing the same with the other and leaving them on the ground. Unbuttoning his shirt quickly, James slowly got under the sheets of the bed, keeping his trousers on because, well, he didn’t really want to be slapped in the face. He thought that being shirtless was as far as he could go.

He emptied his pockets before tucking his arms behind his head, watching Tori as he left the other side of the bed for her. He bit his lip, his extreme ADHD forcing him to say something that he had been on his mind for a while, but he never wanted to bring up. “Do you remember the last time we were in a hotel room together?” He asked, wondering whether that kiss had meant anything to her, or whether she had forgotten.