My Move

"Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for K-Kevin Barr! Who will be doing a cover of Shot for Me by Drake!" the announcer stumbled slightly, knowing the person walking to the center of the stage.

Murmurs and whispers had started upon seeing the red headed boy step in front of the microphone. At first glance, one could say the boy had no care in the world being on that stage. But honestly, he was a nervous wreck. Stage fright was a bitch when it wanted to be.

If anything, at least he looked good, drifting from his usual attire; white dress shirt, green sweater, red bow tie, plain navy blue jeans and a pair of comfortable tennis shoes. Even Jimmy and Sarah didn't have anything to say about his 'lack of fashion sense.'

Tonight, Kevin decided to go with a red button down dress shirt that was fitted for his body, and a black suit vest. A pair of black dress pants that were tight enough to compliment his figure, and his pair of black dress shoes. Completing his look, Kevin wore a white bow the, rarely worn contacts, and his red 'Quiz Bowl' cap of course.

Kevin knew he should have giving this plan through, but all the rage, hurt, and betrayal said otherwise. He needed to prove a point to himself and HIM.

Kevin look towards the boy supervising the music equipment and nodded for him to start the instrumental.

He then scanned the crowd for any familiar faces. He saw Nazz, and Rolf and did a quick nod to them. Though they had no idea what he was about to do, they were there for support as they said. Kevin finally settled on one particular face. One that he had gotten to know too well. The smoldering look in his eyes held many questions. But Kevin knew better, that boy would never openly express himself, less he show any emotion.

The boy tilted his chin up slightly, asking one silent question. 'What will be your next move pumpkin?'

Kevin raised an eyebrow, hoping he understood.

Said boy clad in a black beanie only leaned forward, with his head resting on clasped hands.

Kevin closed his eyes, opened them when he heard the music play, and started singing:

*I can see it in your eyes, you're angry

Regret got shit on what you're feeling now

Mad 'cause you don't have me

Oh, you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me

All the care I would take, all the love that we made

Now you're not going to find somebody to replace what I gave to you

It's a shame you didn't keep it

Eddy, Marie I know that you gon' hear this

I'm the man, yeah I said it

Eddward, I'm the man, don't you forget it*

Gasps could be heard around the auditorium, looking towards Eddward.

*The way you walk, that's me

The way you talk, that's me

The way you got your beanie up, did you forget that's me?

And the voice that's screamin' when you're swimmin'

That's me, that's me, and the voice in your ear

That's me, can't you see

That I've made it? Yeah I made it

First I made you who you are and then I made it

And you wasted with your swim mates

Yeah I'm the reason why you always getting faded

Take a Shot for me*

Kevin's hard was beating erratically and voice was a but wavering at first, but as he got deeper into the song, he felt himself become calm. Before he went into the next section of the song, Kevin turned his cap backwards, undid his bow tie, and the first two buttons of his shirt.

*Okay, look I'm honest. Boy, I can't lie, I miss you

You and the robotics were the only things that I'd commit to

I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you

But you believed in every thing but me, boy I don't get you

He says I know you changed

I never see you cause you're always busy doing thing

I really wish he had a different way if viewing things

I think the Cul De Sac that we're from just kinda ruined things

It's such a small place; bit much to do but talk and listen

Them men are jealous and the women all in competition

And all your friends telling you stories that you often misinterpret

And taint all the images of your "Mr. Perfect"

I could tell you been crying all night, drinking all summer

Praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

This is one I know you hated when you heard it

And it's worse because you know that I deserve it*

When he was done, Kevin turned his cap back around, and sung the rest of the chorus. As the song came to its end, he put his hands in his pants pockets, looked into Eddward's eyes, and stated the last words of the song:

*May your neighbors respect you

Trouble neglect you

Angels protect you

And heaven accept you*

And walked off the stage with his head bobbing to the beat.

The crowd went wild. There was screaming and cheering, just an uproar of Kevin's performance. Never mind the face he just came out the closet, with Eddward. Who had disappeared in the midst of all the commotion.

But Kevin didn't hear it, he was already gone, out the door into the night. He had finally let everything he had been feeling over the past few days. Hazel-green eyes filled with unshed tears, and pale pink slight chapped lips gasping, trying to hold in said tears.

He had thought singing at the talent show would have made him feel better. That couldn't have been farther from the truth, it just made him remember the day he caught Eddward snogging Eddy. He knew Eddy wasn't particularly fond of him, but he never knew he would stoop so low.

And here he thought Eddward's and his relationship meant something. FUCK! How could he be so wrong, when he felt so good?

Kevin took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, feeling a throbbing headache coming. Putting his back on matter-a-fact, he thought he heard running coming towards him. Very quickly. When Kevin like back, he understood why.

Eddward was running after him.

Kevin knew he was going to most likely sweat through his nice shirt, but he couldn't handle actually being around Eddward. Kevin turned back around and made a mad dash back to the Cul De Sac. He had always be a great runner, but with his clothes constricting him, he could practically feel Eddward gaining on him.

A sigh a relief escaped him when his house came into view. Just get to the door. Just. Get. To. The. Door. He was almost there. Until a tug at the back of his shirt made him fall backwards into the grass of his lawn. Had it been the pavement, he was sure he would have a concussion. But he didn't have time to worry about that. He had to get away, far away from Eddward. Who had fell trying to grab for the him and was now laying beside him groaning.

Kevin took that as an opportunity to run to his door, thankful he left it unlocked. He got inside and locked the door.

"Kevin! Let me in this minute! Kevin!" Eddward shouted, pounding on the door.

Kevin had never known Eddward to lose his temper. After a few seconds, and a few more shouts, everything stopped.

Kevin then rested his forehead against the door, relishing in it's coolness. He felt like his was forgetting something though. His head jolted up, 'I forgot about the backdoor!' The very one Eddward had a key to. And just as he was about to turn around, a hand was slammed into the door, next to his head, and his body was pressed against the door by another. The other's hand dragged down Kevin's side, leaving goosebumps in it's path, and stayed on his hip. A teasing tongue licked at his earlobe, and nipped slowly knowing what it would do to him.

"Greetings Pumpkin," Eddward breathed into his ear.

Kevin squeezed his eyes shut. 'No!'