Chapter 2:

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Spot woke up the next morning in a good mood, which was odd for him; he hadn't been in a good mood for months. His good mood was due to the fact that today, unlike yesterday he had friends he could sit and talk with. He rolled out of bed, and started to get ready. He pulled on a pair of jeans a short sleeve green shirt and his leather jacket; it was unseasonably warm for mid-November. He quickly finished getting ready and raced down the stairs.

"Morning mom." He said as he slid into the kitchen on his socks.

"SHIT!" the toast flew out of her and landed butter side down on the floor. "Sean, don't scare me like that." She tried to glare at him but a smile was tugging at her lips.

Spot laughed as he picked the toast up off the floor and threw it away. "Sorry mom, I didn't mean to."

"You're in a good mood this morning." She stated as she handed him a new piece of toast and a plate that had scrambles eggs piled on it.

"Yeah well, for once, I actually have friends at school." He sat down at the table and started on his eggs, which actually tasted really good. His mom wasn't a very good cook, they usually had take out, or meals from a box.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me." She grinned as she poured a glass of milk and grabbed her own plate of eggs.

"Well after you asked for every detail last night, including when I went to the bathroom, I think I can guess how happy you are."

"I did not ask when you went to the bathroom; and you deserved my questioning after you insulted me."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thanks for breakfast." He was laughing as he grabbed his bag and headed towards the garage door.

"Do not 'whatever' me! And have a good day!" she yelled as he walked away.

He waved over his shoulder, a smile on his face.

Spot closed his locker and looked around; he had about ten minutes before first period started. He had just put in his right IPod ear bud when…

"Hi Spot!"

He jumped and mock glared at the petite blond standing next to him. "Hi Emma, how are you?"

"I'm great! How are you? Have you seen Mush or Blink? What are you listening to?"

Spot just laughed talking to Emma was always going to be interesting. "I am good, I haven't seen Mush or Blink and I am listening to N'sync. I know that they are a boy band and broke up forever ago but-"

"I love N'sync," she squealed at the top of her lungs. "They are great; we are actually doing a street dance to one of their songs! Oh hi guys!"

Blink and Mush had arrived. "Hi Emma, hey Spot. What are we talking about?"

"Spot's interest in music; he is listening to N'sync, and I was just telling him how much I love them."

"Yeah we noticed your enthusiasm down the hall; in fact I think people on the other side of the school noticed your enthusiasm." Mush teased her. Emma punched him but there wasn't a lot of force behind the blow.

"Blink, if you can't control your-"

Blink shot her a look that made her shut up instantly. Spot was amazed and then confused; what had she been about to say?

"Where's Race?" Emma finally asked.

"Right here."

Spot almost had a heart attack, Race had appeared in between him and Mush with no warning and damn did he look good. He had on dark colored jeans and a tight Aeropostale t-shirt.

Breathe, dumbass, he mentally scolded himself. Spot took a deep breath through his nose and almost wished he hadn't. Almost. Race had on the most delicious cologne Spot had ever smelled; which wasn't doing good things to his already over excited heart. Spot's mind started to wander and he didn't hear his friends call his name.

"Spot?"

He blinked to see everyone looking at him with puzzled looks. "Oh sorry, I was just…umm…thinking about an assignment…in English. I better go so I can work on it. See you guys in History."

Spot walked down the hall hoping he wasn't blushing, before he was out of ear shot he heard Race say, "Why do I have the feeling he doesn't like me?"

Spot sighed, If only you knew the truth.

English was terrible, Spot couldn't focus, which wasn't good since he still had no idea what was going on in Hamlet. He made his way to history hoping that Mush and Blink wouldn't bring up this morning. He walked in to see that they were in their seats and already talking.

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

"Oh hey, we're talking about our performance last night." Blink answered, Mush meanwhile was staring at his desk looking annoyed.

"Oh yeah, you guys were talking about it at lunch yesterday. What's wrong Mush?"

"My voice cracked last night! In the middle of my solo! And Blink here won't let me forget it!"

Blink laughed, "None of the audience noticed, just the rest of us in Fame. It was funny though you sounded like you were fourteen."

Mush looked like he was going to hit Blink, so Spot decided it would be a good idea to distract him.

"Wait, I am confused. Fame? And are you part of a singing group? Because yesterday you mentioned a basket toss and that's a dance lift. Emma also mentioned a street dance this morning."

Blink and Mush started at him, Blink's insult forgotten. "What?"

"How did you know what a basket toss is?" Mush asked.

"I umm used to dance…a long time ago. But I don't anymore." He added quickly.

Mush nodded, "Ok well, to answer your questions-"

"Oh great," Blink interrupted, "now that you've got him started on it he won't shut up about it. He loves Johnson Productions."

"Yeah, well so do you!"

"Yes I do, but you'll talk about it forever. If Larson catches us talking we'll get detention, save it for lunch."

"Fine, sorry Spot."

"It's fine, I really don't feel like a detention anyways."

Spot got to lunch before everyone else; there hadn't been a lot to do in the library so they had let him leave early. He grabbed a chicken sandwich and sat down at a table waiting for Blink and Mush to show up. Emma walked up and sat down next to him, Mush and Blink were right behind her.

"Hi" All three of them greeted him.

"Hi guys."

"So," Mush started, "to answer your questions."

"What questions?" Emma interrupted "If you got Mush to talk and not stuff his face it must be something important."

"Oh ha ha Emma. It is important, he wants to know about Johnson Productions; and before you say anything I get to tell him so eat your salad and be quiet." He smiled as he said it.

She stuck her tongue at him but kept her mouth shut.

"They are both obsessed; I am so so sorry Spot." Blink commented. Mush turned and punched him. Hard. Blink closed his mouth and didn't say anything else as he rubbed his arm.

"First, we are both a singing and a dance group. We have winter and spring medleys; medleys are a bunch of songs that have things in common, like 60's music, or soundtracks from musicals. For example, our winter medley is songs from the Polar Express. We try out for solos, which are the songs verses, and everyone in the group sings the chorus. During winter we only have one medley, but in the summer we have two. We dance while we sing.

Second, there are tons of groups. Kiddin' around is the youngest; they are preschoolers. The oldest is Synergy, they are all college kids and older. We," he motioned to include Emma and Blink, "along with Racetrack are in Fame. It is the second oldest group; mainly juniors and seniors."

"Wait, Race does it with you?" Spot knew he had to be dreaming, the cute kid he had a crush on was a dancer? Why hadn't he moved in with his mom years ago?

"Yep, he is actually one of the best singers in our group. Anyways back to what I was saying. We perform at tons of places; malls, retirement homes, and we have a huge concert at West Hills High School; it's basically our last performance for the season. The older groups also go on tour in the summer and perform their spring medleys. We get to go to California this year, Synergy is lucky, they get to go international. Last year they went to England for three weeks. The company is called Johnson Productions; it is owned by Mark Johnson who teaches voice. His daughter, along with a couple of others, teach the choreography. It's way cool, and tons of fun…when you actually do well and your voice doesn't crack during your solo."

"Mush, honey, no one noticed. You'll hit it next time." Emma, patted his arm sympathetically as Mush dug into his pizza; obviously done with his explanation. Emma took over.

"The singing, for our age group is an eight part harmony, it's complex but not impossible. The dancing consists of solos, duets, group numbers, and lifts."

"Yeah, Spot already knows about those. He knew what a basket toss was; he used to be a dancer." Blink told Emma.

Her eyes got wide "You did? That's awesome!"

He cut her off before she could say anything else. "Key words, used to be. I don't dance anymore."

"Why not?" All three of them asked at the same time.

Spot wasn't sure how to answer, he was spared from the difficulty of it when the bell rang signaling lunch was over. All four of them got up and headed towards their next class, Spot was relieved he hadn't had to say anything. He didn't feel like explaining his past to his day old friends.

Spot walked into Film Studies hoping it wasn't going to be awkward between him and Race; though now that Spot knew he could sing and dance the odds weren't in his favor. He took his seat and waited. Race entered and walked up next to him.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.

Spot looked him, umm…hell yes I mind, if you sit there I might just go nuts, or do something so totally dumb I'll have to transfer schools. Again. Spot didn't say any of this out loud; he remembered the comment he had heard Race say this morning and decided he could suffer through a period sitting next to Race. Maybe.

"Nope I don't mind at all." He offered Race a smile; who smiled back and took the seat. And maybe not if he smiles like that again.

"So," Spot began, trying to clear his mind, "Mush told me your one of the best singers in your Johnson Productions group."

Race's head snapped up and he looked at Spot and then he blushed; it wasn't major but Spot could tell his cheeks were red. Damn it Race. That's not helping. He thought.

"Uhh…yeah, well I'm not the best singer, but I am in a singing and dance group. It's called-"

"Fame. Right? I got the whole low down at lunch from both Mush and Emma."

Race flinched, "I'm sorry having one of them talk your ear off is bad enough but both of them," he shuddered, "anyway, yeah I am in Fame, and it's a lot cooler than it sounds."

"I think it sounds cool."

Race smiled, "Thanks." That was all he had time to get out before Mr. Portman shut the lights off and told everyone to shut up. Literally. The period was both over too quickly and not fast enough for Spot; as the bell rang both boys stood up, but before Spot could say anything Portman called Race over to his desk. Spot left, he couldn't trust himself to not say something totally condemning at the moment.

Spot was heading towards his car after school when he ran into Mush, Race, and Blink. "Hey Spot," Mush said, "I didn't get a chance to ask you at lunch but I was wondering if you would like to come to our performance this Saturday. It's at Middle Brook mall next to their food court. You seemed interested at lunch so I thought you would like to see a show in person."

"Yeah, sure I would love to." Spot was surprised when he realized he was telling the complete truth. He hadn't known these guys long but he was already really good friends with them. Yeah the performance would make him watch other people dance, which was slightly painful but all three of them were grinning like morons, so he couldn't say no, even if he wanted to.

"Awesome!" Mush yelled, causing a couple girls walking by to jump and glare.

"We will see you tomorrow; we have practice right after school, so sorry we can't stay and talk." Blink explained as they started heading towards their cars.

"That's fine, see you all tomorrow."

Spot climbed into his car thinking. There was no way in hell he could tell his mom about Johnson Productions and going to a performance, she would freak out like a twelve year old girl seeing Twilightfor the first time. He would tell her that he was going to the mall with some friends, it wasn't a lie, it was just stretching the truth. He wasn't going with them but they would all be there; then, after the performance was over, he would tell her.

Spot had just walked through the school doors the next day when Blink and Mush found him.

"Hey Spot! How was your night?" Mush came up behind him and slung his arm around his shoulders.

"Dude, tone it down a little." Blink gave him a stern look and Mush removed his arm; looking sheepish.

"Sorry."

Spot looked at both of them replaying some things from the last couple of days in his head. Were they…? No probably not, it was just his imagination.

"No problem, my night was good. How about you guys?"

"It was…great." Mush smirked at Blink, who turned bright red and glared at Mush before grabbing his arm and dragging him away.

"See you in History." Blink yelled over his shoulder as he dragged a laughing Mush down the hall.

On second thought maybe they are gay. Spot didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he was hoping that maybe, just maybe they were.

Spot couldn't wait for first period English to end so he could go to History and get some answers to his questions. The bell rang and he just about sprinted down the hall to class. He was just about to walk in the door when he saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Blink and Mush walking down the hall. Holding hands. His mouth almost hit the floor, he couldn't believe it; well actually he could after the little conversation from this morning. A lot of previous conversations also started to make more sense.

Blink reached him but he wasn't smiling, "Hi." That was all he said, he just stood there and looked at him.

"Umm...Hi?" Spot responded. He didn't know what was up with Blink's attitude change. Spot looked around, trying to see if anybody was reacting to the two boys holding hands. Nobody was, yeah they were getting a couple looks, but so was the straight couple leaning up against the wall a couple feet away swapping spit. Spot was amazed, they were accepted. How in the world had he been lucky enough to transfer to a school were gay kids were accepted? True the school was small but still.

"Look, Spot, you're really cool, and would make a great friend because we have some things in common but Mush and I…" Blink trailed off and Spot could tell he was trying to find the easiest way to say what was on his mind; so he helped him out.

"You're gay? And together?" Spot asked.

"Yeah and we are accepted at this school, which is a damn miracle, so if you don't like it…" Blink trailed off again.

"And if I don't like it we can't be friends, and I am no longer invited to your performance. Is that what you're saying?"

Blink blushed and wouldn't meet his gaze, so Mush nodded. "Sorry."

"No I understand. It's just…" This time it was Spot who trailed off.

"Yeah?" Mush looked hopeful and fearful at the same time.

"What would you say if I told you that I am gay too?"

Next time: The reaction to Spot's confession and the performance at the mall.

Shout outs:

DiAmOnDsrBLUe: Thanks for your review! It's not a performing arts school, just regular high school. I am glad you liked it!

I love writing the dialogue for Emma. The girl just makes me laugh. I realize these last few chapters don't have a lot of Race in them. That is because I am saving his wonderful character for later in the story, like next chapter. We can't have tons of Awesome!Race running around now can we? (Ok we can but not in these chapters. ) Also, I love the Twilight series, so don't pelt me with tomatoes; it seemed like a good analogy.

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