Ok, here again. I hope you like this chappie. I decided to try my hand at humor, and I believe I was at least partially successful, but you can decide that for yourself, and then tell me! I've also added an OC. For Kenny. A lil toy! Lol, just kidding... Like him?

Chapter 2: Figuring It Out

Light… blinding light… too bright… don't wanna wake up yet. Grrrrr. Ok, opening eyes, first one, then the other. Good. Now, looking around room for source of Evil Light.

Oh. Ray opened the blinds. Just like him to do that.

Well, now I'm up. Better really get up. Stretch, stretch, yaaaaaaaaaawn. Lift self out of bed… now make way slowly to the bathroom… knock on door…

"I'm in here!"

"Oh." Turn around and sit down before legs give out under you. Wait for Max to get his ass out of the bathroom. Wait… why is Max up so early? I'm usually third up. It goes like this: Kai, Ray, ME, Max, and finally Tyson, at some absurd hour in the afternoon. Whatever happened to order?

Oh look, is that a door opening? And who is this heavenly child stepping out from behind it? He looks a bit like a cherub… blond hair and rosy cheeks… cute little freckles those are…

"Kenny? Hey man, wake up. Did you wanna use the John?" Max questions me as I feel myself slipping slowly sideways and toward that nice, soft, off-white carpeting… almost there… PATIENCE CHERUB!

"Wha'?"

"Wake up!" The cherub is pulling my hair. Must get strange cherub off hair. Soon. OFF!

"AHH! KENNY! JUST GET INTO THE BATHROOM ALREADY!"

Ok, time to stop swinging fists and arrange a meeting with my leg muscles. Maybe they want higher pay. I mean, this is really not the best time to go on strike. Heave, ho, bathroom! Hmm, dee dum… at least the bathroom is still in order…

…

Alright, I'm feeling more awake now. Thank the lord for fresh burst face wash. Hopefully such products will keep me from attempting to talk to the Leg Secretary ever in the future. I was sort of mumbling to myself while brushing my teeth, and I think Max overheard me since I left the door open. I've never seen him look confused and disturbed at the same time before… Oh well, he's cheery as always now.

Ray is trying to explain something to us about not staying up too late. I know it's not like me to daze off during someone's important lecture, but I haven't been feeling so much like myself lately. Ray will have to make an appointment with the Inner Clock Secretary if he wants me to get to bed sooner, cuz otherwise I'm staying up as long as I damned want. Oooh, Kenny feels like a rebel. Hmm, maybe I should wipe that dopey grin off my face before someone gets the wrong idea. Especially since I'm staring at Ray. Who is looking as beautiful as ever, and someone else here must have noticed. It can't just be me, right? I really cannot be the only non-straight person on my team, RIGHT?

Oh never mind. I'll just mosey on over to my room. Or the room I share with Max and Tyson. Hey… I just got a very strange idea. Who are the two most absolutely gorgeous male bladers in the world? No, Brooklyn is not both of them or even one… well… I mean the other two. You know, Ray and - dun dun dun- Kai. Guess what? THEY SHARE A ROOM. And guess what else? Ray is such a good actor, you'd never know what his orientation was, and Kai's a downright enigma, so there you go. What if they're both gay (or bi) and we just haven't realized it yet? What if they get all hot and sweaty up in that room that they share and we just haven't caught them at it? Ugg, this is making me feel weird. Maybe I should stop speculating on the sex lives of my teammates. Yeah, good idea…

Maybe Max was right to look at me as if I am slightly disturbed. How did I end up like this? It doesn't make much sense. I mean, for the longest time I was just some geek who followed around some of the most famous teenagers of the sporting industry. Now what am I? Some not-quite-geek who is the only kid on his team that is continually shoved out of the spotlight, though everybody knows my face- if not name- by now. At least I'm still smart. And at least I still have Dizzi. But I don't quite feel like I'm really needed anymore. The guys don't have to call on my unusual mental capabilities very often these days since they're all the most experienced and honored bladers around. I don't know how many times I've wished I was Great Tyson instead of lowly, shrimpy, Kenny. Though, believe me, I'm not nearly as shrimpy as I used to be. I've even started working out every now and then. Not that I'm any good with anything concerning physical strength… but that's not the point.

Eh, I need a pick me up. I'm gonna go measure my height. That should make me feel better.

Heheheh, I've grown half an inch in two months. I feel like telling someone, but it's not like anybody else in this place would care. Maybe I should go for a walk over to someone's house…

Ok, we're walking, we're walking. It's really nice out today. I think that spring has finally awakened. This is definitely my favorite part of the year. I love all the little crocuses and lilies that are just starting to bloom… oh, don't get me wrong, I haven't gone all nature crazy (or as some people would say, gay, but I can't really say that these days, can I?). Actually, I've always been a rather sensitive person. It just doesn't show most of the time. I was usually really stressed in the old days. I had to run around doing things for everybody. It was a never-ending stream of "Kenny, go look up so-and-so," or "Hey, Chief, fix my blade!" and even, "Will you get me a quick cuppa while we're waiting for the next match to begin? I hafta keep up my energy, ya know!" I was supposed to be a part of the team, not some coffee boy! You wouldn't believe how annoying that was. Those days were the most demeaning of my life. There were even a few moments when I fantasized about becoming goth or something, just to piss them all off. And to show that I really am a very three dimensional person. It's not all just facts and data up there, I also have feelings. Really, I do.

What was I talking about before? Ah, yes, I do believe it was spring time. Well, it's not yet that warm, but I enjoy it when the air is a little crisp. You know, so you still have to wear a jacket if you're tired. If you feel up to it, though, you could go out in shorts and a T-shirt and not worry 'bout a thing. The cold makes me want to run, so I think I may. Who knows where I'll go… it's a destination yet to be decided.

Ok… running… running… starting to get out of breath… and rather sweaty. Damn overworking sweat glands, just calm down will you! Argh, I wish I was little again, then I could run and not worry about getting all hot and wet… wait, that came out wrong… oh never mind. I guess I wouldn't have been able to run very well when I was younger, though, so maybe it is a fair tradeoff. Ahh, my hair keeps getting in my eyes, too. Oh, did I mention that The Guys made me trim my bangs? And they won't let me wear those glasses, either, which is actually a good thing… But now you can see my beautiful eyes, cough, not like they're much to look at anyway. Plain, round, and boring brown. Hmph. I personally think I might've been better off with the bangs covering them up. Or at least The Guys could have let me keep my hair long enough to shadow them, you know, in a sort of mysterious way. Heheh, yeah, mysterious Kenny. It's almost an oxymoron.

Woah, wait up a minute. What was that? Do a surreptitious double take… damn, he saw me. I must look like a deer caught in the headlights, especially since my gorgeous peepers are now visible.

Ohhh, he is perfection. Never have I seen a more handsome male in my life. He's about Kai's height, with deep violet eyes a bit like Kai's, but his hair is dirty blonde. And he's got the absolute cutest smile on earth. I could stare forever… but maybe I shouldn't since he's sort of strutting over here right now… Look away, Kenny, LOOK AWAY. And please try not to blush. Fuck- too late… I must look like a tomato caught in the headlights now…

"Hey, you alright?" asks the silky, half-concerned, half-playful voice of this handsome stranger who has placed himself not five feet from me.

"Uhh…" Looking away, FINALLY, but still blushing. Oh well, doesn't matter now.

He chuckles. Chuckles. The nerve.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine…" Well done, Kenny. You managed a three word sentence.

"Were you jogging?" he asks.

Huh? "Jogging?" I cringe as the word leaves my lips, realizing that I was, in fact, jogging previously.

"You know, running slowly to get exercise…?" he explains. Wonderful, he has a sense of humor. It would be nice if I didn't make it easy for him, though…

"Oh, uh, sure, I think… Yes?" If he made any sense of that, then he must be a genius. I hope it's not too obvious from my sweatiness that I've been 'exercising', though, because that's kind of disgusting…

At least he doesn't seem to be disgusted. He's actually still smiling at me, somehow… "Hey, my name's Kevin. You can call me Kev." He grins.

"Oh, hey—uh—Kev." Chance a glance? I think so… He really does have stunning eyes…

"And your name is…?" He tilts his head toward me and to the side in an amused way.

I'm confused for a second, when suddenly my supposed wits snap back into motion and I manage to stutter out, "K-kenny." Wonderful, I'm all wide-eyed again.

"Nice to meet you!" he says brightly, extending a hand to finalize our acquaintance. I take it hesitantly. His touch is soft and warm, but confident at the same time. I think I could hold his hand forever, as well as stare at him. He's so—beautiful. I think I've gone dreamy eyed again, because he's looking at me funny. I hope I'm not drooling…

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