A/N: Hey Guys! Here is chapter 7! Thanks to everyone who has read/reviewed! Shout outs next chapter. .

OMG I AM SO SORRY! It has been about 5 months ever since my last update on anything. I'm sorry guys but school, sports, music, drama club, and highschool drama of a bi kid in a Catholic school has taken up my life. I was considering to stop writing forever but since I've gotten a few people asking me to come back and the support of my buds, I am BACK! For now at least. If you want a full update on my life, check out my profile and follow me on twitter TheSarcasticXD. Also I had to shut down my Youtube. Apparently someone ratted me out. Go figure. But I'm starting a new one called "TheSarcasticXD." So go check that out. (New Videos will be up by Mid-February.)

READ ON! (BTW, my writing skills have improved greatly thanks to my English classes and all the reports I've written. Expect to feel like to be in the character's shoes like never before.)


Evan's POV

After a very awkward 10 minute car ride back home with Randy, I decided to hit the hay as fast as I could. I had just come out to my crush and a really really REALLY cute blonde guy with the most amazing blue eyes who was hitting on me, was the one who outed me to my crush. It was like ripping a Band-Aid off while kissing me at the same time.

I know, really complicated, but that's how that is.

Just as my mind was about to slip into "La La Land," a thought raced across my mind.

Who told Jake I was Bi?

Only my close circle of friends truly knew my biggest secret. I KNOW that none of them would betray me. Or would they? If they did, who would? Have I done something wrong to someone? Does someone want revenge? Who! Whoever it was would receive my fiery wrath along with Jake's and Randy's fists.

I was too tired to be upset right now. Tomorrow I had to go in for my annual doctor's checkup. I've been having pains in my side and I haven't been able to drink a single beer without puking out my guts. It's like my immune system is failing me, but I'm sure my body is just going through, what my dad likes to call them, "Changes."

Anyways, I reached around for my iPod on my night stand, plugged in the headphones, and drifted into lala land.

The next day, obviously, was Saturday. I decided to sleep in because my appointment was in the afternoon. When my mind began to sift back into consciousness, the song playing in my ears was "Maybe" by Sick Puppies. It was a song that described me in my moments of extreme wisdom and inspiration.

I sat up and grinned at my reflection in the mirror directly across from my bed. I always thought that the song I wake up to on Saturday is the song I would sing for singles day in drama class. And this song was a good song. A definite song to add to m

I stretched out my arms, yawning, rubbing out the eye boogers that were beginning to dry. Groaning, I glanced at the old fashioned two handed clock. The short hand pointing just past the 12, and the long hand half way between the 5 and 6.

Groggily, I forced myself out of bed, dressed in nothing but sweatpants. I docked my iPod in my iHome and let the music blare through my room. I loved dancing in my room as I changed clothes. My abs shifted back and forth when I did some hip isolations.

I walked into my closet and picked out some cargo shorts, a solid black under shirt, and a red/grey plaid flannel button up shirt. I rolled up the sleeves and left the top four buttons open. I picked my "Little Monster" and "Green Day" bracelets to put on and a yin-yang necklace.

After fixing up my mussed up hair into a perfect faux hawk, I went downstairs, making a bee line for the fridge. Walking back to my kitchen table with my arms full of bread, condiments, various meats, sauces, and vegetables, I concocted a triple stacked sandwich.

A few minutes later, and only a dent into my sandwich, my mom walked into the kitchen with gardening gloves, a sun hat, and anything else a gardening mom would wear.

"Hey Ma!" I said in between bites.

"Hi honey. You remember your doctor's appointment today?" My mom replied taking off her gloves and tossing them in a basket.

"Yeah yeah. I'm going right after I'm done eating." I said gulping down some juice.

"Okay." She said and walked off.

An hour later, I was sitting in the waiting room. I tapped my foot and watched the little TV in the corner of the room. One of my mom's co-workers passed by the glass door and waved at me. I waved back to be polite. A few minutes later a nurse came into the room with a clip board and called my name.

I walked into the back and followed the nurse as she lead me into a room. I sat on the rice paper and waited patiently. Another hour later, I was back in the waiting room, signing some papers. The doctor had to run some extra tests on me because of the strange symptoms I've been having. The results won't be mailed back to me in 3 days. It was probably nothing though.

I drove off from the hospital and went back home to rehearse a new song.


Randy's POV

"RANDY! WAKE UP!"

I groggily open my eyes and stretch out my arms as my kid sister, Becky, bounced on my bed. She was always a pest, but I loved her. Thank God I was wearing clothes this morning so I didn't have to yell at her to get out of my room.

"Randy! Mom made pancakes this morning! Hurry up or else Nathan will eat them all again!" Becky whined. I grinned and mussed up her hair. I couldn't get mad at her now, especially after hanging out with Evan last night at the auditions. Admittedly, I enjoyed holding him in my arms. He was warm, soft, and cute. I reminisced at the faint memory.

WAIT! HOLD ON A SECOND!

Did…did I just say he was cute? Did I just think that? I mean I know I was okay with him being Bi, but, but, but, was I okay with myself being like that? Oh GOD! I did not mean that to sound offensive!

"RANDY! C'mon!" Becky whined again, snapping me out of my thoughts, "Why are you making weird faces?" She began imitating me and mashing her cheeks together with her palms and stretching out her lips with her fingers. It was like she was one of those silly mirrors that you find at a county fair. "You're silly Randy!"

I couldn't help laughing at her. She was a kid after all.

"Sure I am kiddo. I was thinking about a good friend of mine." As she jumped off my bed, I stood up and stretched, "C'mon Becky, I'll race you to the kitchen!" I challenged. She immediately started running away and squealing when I caught up to her down the hallway. Obviously, I let her win and let her soak up the glory when we entered the kitchen.

After breakfast, I went back up to my room and strattled back on my bed, hands behind head. Staring into the ceiling, my thoughts raced back to Evan. Why did I think he was cute? From what I've heard from the girls at school, he was, and I quote, "Adorably cute and cuddable." But why was I having these same thoughts. Then it dawned on me like the new Twilight movie.

WAS I GAY?

No, I couldn't be! I was Randy Orton! Football Jock! Wrestling star! Okay, okay, okay. Get a grip Randy. It's okay if you feel this way. It's probably just a stage. Yeah, a stage in your life. Like the fat stage I had when I was ten. You can't seriously have feelings for a kid like Evan. He's in a year bellow you. You're a sophomore playing on the varsity teams. You shouldn't be with someone like that.

You can't deny what your heart feels.

"Ugh…what's going on?" I groaned. For me, my life's decisions have always been calculated and precise. I've never relied on my heart before. Usually I'm able to ignore the yearning in my heart, but this time, it's like its leaping from my chest whenever Evan's voice lulls it to his grasp like a siren. I know that he's bi and that he possibly likes me. He's been giving me these stares, but, I don't mind them.

Then there's the new Jake guy. He just waltzed in and began chatting up with Evan like they'd known each other their entire lives. And Evan was giving him the same dazed look. I guess I do have feelings for Evan since I felt a sting of jealousy when I saw them talking during my audition. He looked like a big bumbling blonde with fat lips and a lisp.

What would Evan see in him?

I sat up and rubbed my face. Enough of this thinking for now, anymore and I swear I would begin thinking about other subjects of homosexuality. Maybe I was bi like Evan. I've had girlfriends before, but I've never gone all the way. I know it's a surprise for someone of my stature but it's true. Most people expect me to keep a constant supply of Magnum condoms and lube in my bedside drawer, which I do, but if you look closely, the package has never been opened and the plastic seal on the lube is untouched.

Suddenly, my phone went off on my dresser. I trudged across my room and peered at it.

Evan: Hey, um, is this Randy?

I grinned. Oh yeah, I gave Evan my number last night when I dropped him off in case he ever needed a ride.

Me: Hey Ev. Yeah it's me. Watcha doing?

Evan: Nm. Hanging around town, in the music shop listening 2 new tracks. Wbu?

Me: Nm either. U wanna catch a movie later? I got nothing else better to do today.

Oh shit! Why did I ask say that? And the way I said that made me sound like I look down on him and that he's a piece of shit. I hope he doesn't take that the wrong way!

Me: I mean if u can or if ya want 2 go. Like it's not like u don't have a life or…ugh. I should shaddup.

Why did I say that again? The mere thought of him going with me is already driving my mind crazy.

Evan: Hahahaha. Sure. There's a movie I've been dying to see.

Evan: And I know what you mean. Lol.

I sighed in relief. Thank God I didn't offend him.

Me: Good. So when do u wanna be picked up?

Oh God, I felt like I was asking out a girl for the first time.

Evan: Ummm, how 'bout around 6 so we can get something 2 eat b4 the movie starts. I know a place with good chili cheese dogs. :-D

I smirked at the slight sexual innuendo.

Me: Sure, cya at 6.

Evan: bye!

I stared up at my phone and let it rest on my chest, finally realizing how fast my heart was racing and that my cheeks were a little sore from smiling straight through the short conversation. I was falling for the cute little guy. He was talented, funny, smart, and down to earth. I don't understand how he's not popular or well known at school. Not many people must not appreciate the fine arts at our school I guess.

"Randy! Whaddya smiling about this time!" Becky asked walking into my room with a juice box in hand. I sighed as the happy thoughts fleeted away with the annoyance of my sister.

I rolled off of my bed and stuffed my phone is my pocket, "I was talking to a friend is all, Becky. Now why you in here?"

"Can you take me to the park? Mom is going grocery shopping and Nathan is going to a friend's house." I rolled my eyes and walked out of my room. Becky followed me, arms in the air begging "Pretty pretty pretty please with a cherry on top!" I lightly sighed. She was insufferable, but I love her.

"Fine, only for an hour though. I'm going to see a movie tonight." I explained.

"Yay! Can you call Johnny and Lizzy too?" Becky asked. She always had some kind of underlying motive. She's using my friendship with John to get to her own best friend. Typical Orton way of thinking, but I was considering the same thing too.

"Why not? Lizzy is probably thinking the same thing as you anyways." I joked around. Just then my phone went off in my pocket. Instantly, Becky started giggling and ran away with the cleverest look on her mischievous little face.

"YOU LITTLE BUGGER!" I laugh-screamed, knowing very well she and Lizzy had planned this out, "Be ready in 10 minutes!"


Evan's POV

I sat on my favorite swing set that I used play on back when I was a kid. Even after all these years, I'm surprised that this park hasn't been refurbished or tore down to make way for a parking lot for some kind of outrageous shopping mall that would only cause more economical turmoil. I'm only calling it as I see it.

I stared down at my phone, realizing how big of balls I must've had a minute ago when I asked Randy to go to the movies. And knowing the high notes I can hit, my balls must be the size of coconuts. Okay, I'm done talking about my balls. I just couldn't believe Randy had agreed to go out with me. ME! Of all the guys and girls in our school he could be hanging out with tonight, he chose me.

Well, he did say he had nothing else better to do. Maybe he coincidentally had no plans and I was some lucky last minute plan. Ugh…I'm over analyzing again. I shook my head and began moving my momentum back and forth, letting the chains of the swing carry my weight through the air. I always enjoyed the feeling of wind in my hair and the thrill of being suspended in the air for a split second at the apex of the swing.

The trees in the park were beginning to fade into fall colors, the wind a pinch colder than it was last week. Autumn was around the corner and the tides of change were about ripple through my life. It was a guttural feeling. Almost like instinct. Allowing myself to slowly come to a stop, my toes barely touching the woodchips on the ground, my eyes caught sight of inspiration.

It was mid-day and the sun was above the trees, but from my point of view, it looked like the tips of the molting branches were reaching for the sun, spearing at it like the shadows longing for light. It was a natural beauty. The light fiery colors seemed to flow from the sky's blue to the ground's muddy brown. A brilliant blue as the background, wisps of white here and there, then near the corner of my eye was the sun with the tree branches, where autumn flowed into the tree bark brown, and finally colliding with the round and earthy hues of the surrounding forest.

The distortion that my eyes created made the colors and shapes faded and like they were already like a painting or drawing. I had to sketch this moment while it lasted. You never know where you're going to find something like this. I swear that scene's like these could only be seen by those who deserve them, to those who have a life ahead of them. Like a sign from God.

I didn't know how long I was there. The faint screams of children playing in the park were like a white noise to me. I looked up from my sketch pad, resting my hand for a minute, when I spotted a gorgeous man sitting on the park bench next to another equally good looking man. I had my contacts in today so I couldn't see that far away to see full detail. They were chatting and watching two little girls playing on the jungle gym.

I grinned.

"What a happy couple." I thought. Images instantly rushed to my head of fantasies of being with Randy. Holding him. Kissing him. Just the thought of feeling his presence in general made me feel electricity crawl up my spine. I think I'm at that stage of liking someone where you imagine hooking up with them and going on dates. It's ironic that those fantasies might come true.

I mean, it was a date, right? I've been on a few before and this definitely counts. Or were we hanging out? Ugh…this was my first gay date! What do I wear? What do I say? Am I supposed to pay? I hope he put his arm around me! Oh the fears of dating.


Randy's POV

About Twenty minutes later, I found myself at the park sitting with John on the park bench enjoying the afternoon sun and the light breeze of the inevitable fall air. John and I were well into conversation, occasionally glancing back at our sisters. I thought it was very mischievous and calculative at how Becky had managed to plan this play date out. I didn't care though. I was too good in a mood to hate on her. Evan's texts were still on my phone and I checked if he had sent any more almost every free chance I got.

John, of course was putty to Becky's request. When I told him what I had discovered from Becky, he just about laughing his spleen out. What a dork, but he was my dork, in the best friend way possible. Honestly, we were inseparable. There have been gay rumors about us in the past though. Some girls on the cheer team went to the extent of creating a couple name for us, Centon. It works the same way as Brangelina…I think.

Thank God John has a girlfriend, Kelly Kelly, who was Student Council VP and Co-Cheer Captain with Melina, so she could verify there was nothing between John and I. She may be one of the sluts of the school, but ever since she's been with John, Kelly has been a whole lot better. John told me she has daddy issues and she wasn't abuse as a little girl. But that's on a completely different topic.

"You actually went to the auditions? That's sweet!" John asked. What? He was my best friend. I can tell him anything and everything.

I smirked, "Yeah. Ms. Stratus thought I was good." I scratched the back of my head, "Some of the artsy kids there thought the same way too."

"Wow Ran. Never thought I'd ever imagine you in music again. You know, since the whole "Centon" incident." John joked, using air quotes.

"Haha. Very funny, Cena." I mocked, "You and your jabroni ways. You act black, but you're a Klondike bar. Chocolate on the outside, and milky white, innocent vanilla."

"Then if I'm a Klondike bar," John grinned about to give a good one liner, "Kelly would definitely love to do anything to get my Klondike bar." He snickered at his own joke while I rolled my eyes. His jokes got cheesier and immature every day.

"I swear, every time I let you make a joke out of something funny I say, you always have to…nevermind" I sighed, giving up on my sentence. John was giving me to goofiest grin and I couldn't make fun of him for that. I mean, who could hate a face like that? Admittedly, I would go gay for John if he would go gay for me, after of course if there was no one else left and we were the last humans on Earth.

"Hey is there something up? Are you fucking someone behind my back?" John inquired with the toothy grin, "Randy, you HORN DOG!" John practically yelled it out loud. I quickly punched him in the shoulder.

"Owwww!" John fake whimpered.

"What makes you think I'm fucking someone?" I asked.

"Well, for one, you're not grumpy like you usually are on Saturday afternoons before 3 o'clock. Two, you haven't stopped checking your phone like every ten seconds. And third, you just punched me." John explained.

"What ifI am?" I defended.

"Nothing…" John suspiciously answered. I glared at him with the famous Orton eyes.

"Fiiiiiine! I won't do anything stupid… like cock block you…again" John complained.

"You better not." I smirked. Our eyes met and keeping a straight was impossible. We laughed away our worries…until I heard an ear splitting scream from the jungle gym.


Evan's POV

While sketching the foliage onto my trees, a shrill scream caught my ear from the jungle gym. I look up through blurry eyes to see that the girl had fallen off the monkey bars and was clutching her knee. Immediately one of the guys on the bench leapt to his feet to assist his child like a lion reacting to one of his cubs being attacked. The other man got up to and went to help his partner.

They didn't look like they had any bandages so I got up knowing I had a miniature first aid kit in my backpack just for a situation like this. I quickly flipped my sketchpad closed, knowing I'd have to remember the image from memory, and jogged over to help. The girl was crying and a woman who was also at the park was helping the man coo his daughter or little sister from the pain.

When I got there, the other man went to the local restroom to probably get a wet paper towel along with his own daughter. Then when I got close enough to recognize faces, I realized I knew the man who was holding the little girl. It was Randy.

"Randy?" I asked, slightly taken aback. Kids from my school and their family have been coming to this park for generations. He looked up from shushing his little sister, Becky, if I recall correctly. He was sitting on the ground with Becky between his legs and covering her knee.

"Evan? What're you doing here?" He asked just as surprised. Then he spotted the little first aid kit I had in my hand, "Oh, you think you can help?" I smirked.

"Yeah," I crouched down and got out the disinfectant spray and a wipe cloth. I answered Randy's questions while cleaning off Becky's knee, which for some reason she was wearing a ballerina tutu to play in, "Now why would you be playing in a tutu? It'll get all dirty and it's very ballerina-like is it?" Randy scoffed lightly turning away as if he asked the same question earlier.

She giggled, "You talk funny!"

"Huh?" Raising an eye brow, I glance at Randy for an answer.

Randy laughed, "She says that to everyone she meets for the first time." I gave a face of recognition and continued. Becky cringed a bit as I sprayed on the disinfectant spray and I expected Randy to scold me for not warning her, but he didn't seem to mind. He knew I was only helping. After placing the flowery and bright colored band-aid on Becky, she was up and jumping.

"There you go! Good as new!" I genuinely smiled, hands on knees with my face level to hers. She returned the gesture with a toothy grin from ear to ear. She ran back to the jungle gym and began running around like nothing had happened. I stuck the kit back in my back pack and turned to Randy.

Randy had dug his hands in his pockets, "Hey Tha…"

"RANDY! I GOT THE PAPER TOWELS! IS SHE GOING TO BE OKAY? WILL WE NEED TO AMPUTATE IT?"

"YEAH! APUTATE IT!"

Came an explosive and manly voice followed by a little girly voice who tried to repeat the first voice in. Suddenly from out of nowhere, his friend, who I now recognize as none other than John Cena, came running with moist paper towels with his own little sister, Lizzy, carrying a wad over her head as well. John came to an immediate halt, skidding a bit over the wood chips, panting and adrenaline pumping through his veins. He searched frantically for Becky.

"Huh? Where's Becky?" John asked, noticing Becky was nowhere to be found. Lizzy soon caught up to her brother and reenacted everything he did. Although Lizzy was smarter than her brother and saw Becky playing in the jungle gym. She joined her best friend while John caught his breathe. Then his eyes landed on me.

"Hey, who're you?" He asked. I felt like the "invisible kid" stigma fall on me again. John was going to open his trap again, but Randy interjected, "This is Evan. He goes to our school. He was hanging out around here and helped Becky out. He's cool."

John gave an "Oh, I see" face. "You know you didn't have to go sprint half a mile's worth of running to go find the closest restroom and find a wad of useless paper towel. It was probably covered in bacteria anyway so it would've infected her knee anyway." Randy explained.

John gave a goofball grin, "You know me! I see a little girl get hurt and I do anything to help." He lightly punched Randy in the shoulder. Randy smirked and rolled his eyes. I grinned too. John was one of the elite jocks at my school. I thought they were all dumbass jerks, except for Randy of course, but I think I was a little prejudicial at that.

"Whatever," Randy scoffed. John finally caught his breathe and turned to me again, "So Evan, how come I've never seen you around school?"

"I am kinda short." I waved my hand over head showing my lack of height, "And I'm in the light weight division of wrestling, so our practices are at different times." I joked around.

"You're in wrestling? Wow, I'm sorry man. I guess I never noticed you." John apologized.

Randy glanced at me and I knew what he was thinking, 'John wasn't exact the sharpest tool in the shed.'

"Hey it's okay. I'm in other extra curriculars anyways." I explained, "I'm just lucky Randy noticed me around school so he could trust me with Becky." I turned to Randy, "Rumor is you're quite the hot head." I laughed. John snickered too.

Randy crossed his arms and looked away with a distained look, but his body language was showing that he knew it was true and would've threatened him if he didn't know him. Then he looked down at his watch, realizing what time it was.

"Oh shit. It's already 4. I gotta take Becky home." Randy said. John looked down at his watch too.

"Damn! Me too! My mom was going to make her famous grilled cheese sandwiches!" John hollered over at the jungle gym and cupped his hands around his mouth, "LIZZY! GET OVER HERE! MOM'S MAKING HER GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES! LET'S GO!"

"COMING JOHNNYYYY!" Came a reply almost instantly. Moments later, Lizzy and Becky were slipping down the slide and playfully running towards their brothers. I laughed at how comical just watching these four was. I felt the warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach rise. I glanced at Randy and he winked at me. I swear I blushed so bad, the face of Mars had nothing on me.

Once the Cena's and Orton's had said their goodbyes, and John had walked off to the parking lot, Randy was holding Becky is his arms. I ran back to get my backpack and met up with at his car.

"So we still on tonight?" I asked.

"Definitely." Randy answered, he looked at Becky, who was sitting in the back seat of the car with the window open. "Now what do you say to Evan with your knee again?"

"THANK YOU!" Becky practically screamed in gratitude. I gave my signature toothy grin.

"Anytime squirt." I reached through the window of Randy's car and rustled her hair, "See you at 6?"

"Yeah, see ya!" Randy agreed and got in his car, (it was a Jeep btw). I waved at him one last time and he waved back as he drove out of the park into the road. I turned on the heel of my foot and adjusted the strap of my back pack. It seemed like the world had suddenly turned a shade brighter. Along with the fact that I love that I couldn't wipe the permanent half grin on my lips as I walked back home, wondering how my night would turn out.


A/N: OMG! There it is! My style has slightly changed and at some parts it may seem rushed but I wrote my heart out and it's 1AM right now. Hahahaha. So please be patient. Yeah so I promise the next chapter will be up sooner. Like within the next week hopefully cuz I am busy with school, sports, and I got this huge music thing coming up. Some of you may know what Solo Ensemble is. Let's say I'm one of the elite in my division. Got 1's 2 years in a row and plan on making three, but I got this really really really hard song that's for Juniors and Seniors so for me as a Freshman, it's pretty frigging hard. I got one week left and I'm cleaning up my piece. Wish me luck! (My life update in my profile or you can look up my update story)

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