A/N: Alright, I'm trying to finish this tonight. I have coke and chocolate, so maybe I can do it! While here, I'd just like to comment on how the actual election on the show turned out: I can't believe Luke stuffed the ballot box! The ending when Noah walked away made me want to cry. I really want to see the next convo between Luke and Kevin. That should be good. Kevin trying to be the nice guy, being all, "the best man won!" And Luke being all guilty and like, "Uh, yeah, um, it was a close race." Anyways, onto the chapter:

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Election day. In all honesty, I was debating on whether or not get out of bed this morning. But I knew if I didn't, Jonathan would be the first one dragging me out of bed and in front of the student body still wrapped in bed sheets, so I got out of bed, unable to even look at my reflection in the mirror. The image was disgusting to me.

I was standing backstage at the auditorium, only half-listening to Jonathan as he continued going over a few last minute things, and quizzing me over questions that the journalist for the campus newspaper would be asking me. He left to get something, and I stood alone, the crushing silence pressing in on me.

((A/N: This next part is for loveSoapDrama!! Enjoy!))

My eyes rose slightly to meet the gaze of someone who walked in; someone I hadn't talked to much, but whom I knew all too well. Noah just glared at me, and I braced myself for what was coming. I saw his hand clench into a fist and rose sharply. I just closed my eyes, not trying to block the blow that was coming; I deserved it anyways.

A sharp pain shot through my jaw, and I landed hard on the floor, a loud scream piercing the silence. It wasn't my scream, of course; I opened my eyes to see Jonathan standing over me, looking livid as he stared at Noah, then looked at me, "Well?" he demanded, surprising me by glaring at me instead of Noah, "Aren't you going to fight back?"

I stood, ignoring the hand he held out to help me up, and rubbed the side of my jaw, moving it around slightly until I could talk with relative comfort without it hurting me, (Alright, this guy doesn't look like he should be able to hit this hard!) "No," I sad simply. Seeing the look of shock and anger on his face, I added in a cold tone, "I deserved it."

"Hey, Noah, what are you doing back h-" Luke's voice cut off as he came around the corner looking for Noah, who had apparently taken him back. Now that I think about it, that would explain why he punched me. Anyways, Luke's eyes settled on me, and on the bruise I could already feeling rising into a bump on my jaw, "What happened?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

Noah ignored him, but continued to glare at me, "What's wrong Kevin?" he asked, "Won't fight back? You seemed eager enough to get Luke away from me to begin with."

I tore my eyes from his piercing blue ones, and turned to Jonathan, "You have my speech?" I asked casually, as though the scene had never occurred. He didn't say anything, but just pulled a stack of about three note cards from his pocket, handing them to me.

Luke's voice behind me had softened, now addressing Noah, as they went back outside to sit with the rest of the student body to wait for the announcement. I didn't even hear the announcement actually, thoughts running through my mind so fast I had long-since given up deciphering one from another. I only realized that it had been announced when Jonathan gave me a sharp shove in the back, (probably harder than he normally would have done, since the scene with Noah) and I emerged onto the stage, putting on another practiced smile as I stepped up to the podium to face the student body.

My gaze fell immediately to Luke and Noah, both avoiding my eyes as they stood near the back, and then I took in all of the students, most of whom were cheering for me as I cleared my throat and raised a hand to ask for silence. Once the last cheer had died away, I glanced at the note cards in my hand, then shoved them roughly into my pocket.

Raising my eyes to look at the students, my acceptance speech was probably not what was expected of me, "First of all, I'd like to thank you all for your support. Second, I'd like to tell you that I have learned more about myself and this school the last week than I have in the length of time I've been at the school. I learned that you can't judge people, at to use them for personal gain is a crime worse than any that can be committed," I never took my eyes from Luke as I stated this fact, "And for that, I'd like to make a public apology to my campaign opponent, who dropped from the race yesterday, Luke Snyder," there were some cheers, but I raised a hand to stop them so I could continue, "I apologize, though I don't ask forgiveness, because I don't deserve it, and couldn't accept it," I saw a look of shock over take his face, and I tore my gaze from his to look at the student body as a whole.

"Also, I realized that the students need a leader, not a puppet. You voted me your president, so that I would change the campus for the better, not to let someone else do it for me. Therefore, I'm revoking my choice made earlier this morning to have Jonathan as my vice president. I would like to ask Jennifer to take the position if she will accept it," I saw her nod from the front row of people, but just gave her a slight, grateful smile and pressed forward, "Now I know that the biggest issue during the campaign was the future of the Gay Film Festival. And I know it will be the first question anyone asks of me, so I will answer it now: the film festival will remain a part of the school," this bit of information was met with some cheers, some annoyed grumblings, and even more cries of 'This is not what we voted for!'

I was careful not to look at the school board members, knowing they were counting on me to do away with the festival, "If you have issues concerning the festival," I said loudly over the outcries, "I would ask that you please take them up with the new director for the Gay Film Festival, Luke Snyder." This, of course was met with a shocked silence, and allowed me to continue to my next point, "I would also like to add, that for as long as I am president, the feature film of the festival that is shown at the opening and closing of the weeklong festival will be directed by Noah Mayer."

For the next hour or so, I took questions from the students and the journalist for the school paper. Once that was done with, I went backstage, to find Luke and Noah waiting for me. Surprisingly, Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. He must've been pissed off at me and left….Anyways, Luke was the first to speak, "So, was that your way of making things better?" he asked in an emotionless voice.

I just shrugged a bit, "Something like that, I guess. I know it doesn't make up for what I did, but…" I let my voice trail off, waiting for one of them to speak again.

"Sorry for hitting you," Noah muttered, though I could tell he wasn't actually remorseful for the blow.

I had to try not to smile at his reluctant apology, and just shook my head, "Don't apologize for that. Like I told Jonathan: I deserved it. Speaking of Jonathan, did you guys see him?"

Luke laughed slightly, "Yeah, he stormed off in the middle of your announcement about the film festival. He didn't seem to happy about letting his puppet go," he said, pulling the analogy from my speech earlier. Admittedly, though, I could tell his smile was slightly forced as he looked at me, but I tried to ignore it.

"And thanks," Noah said, and I could tell his smile was genuine.

I looked at him for e moment, racking my brain, "For what?" I asked, wondering what on earth I had done that deserved his thanks.

"For letting me direct the feature film at the festival next year," Noah said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I just waved my hand, as though it were nothing, which really, it was, "The least I could do, really," I said, smiling sheepishly, "And if you need a crew or actors from the theatre department, or equipment, or anything just name it," I added hastily.

Noah just nodded his thanks., and he and Luke exchanged a look, and he left, leaving me and the blonde alone to talk. Unsure of what to say, I waited for him to start, "So why did you do all that?" he asked quietly, "Why did you lie to me?"

I stared at the ground for a moment before meeting his eyes again, "Jonathan, really, but I can't give him all the blame. But I didn't lie to you; only twice. When I promised not to hurt you, and when I said you could be my vice president." he looked at me like I'd grown an extra head, "Well, I didn't directly lie to you. I was determined not to do that. I just sort of, implied what I needed to." He scoffed a bit, "But I really did always wonder what would've happened if things had happened differently at Raven Lake. I wasn't lying when I said that I wondered 'What if I had reacted different' or anything else. I always did wonder that. But, I just wondered if we would still be friends," I paused for a moment, considering if I should say it, then added in an undertone, "If we could still be friends."

He spoke to the ground, sighing slightly, "I don't know, Kevin. I don't think I could be friends with you now; Maybe, after I get over this; but not right now. It's too much."

"Just too many 'What if's?" I asked, scoffing slightly.

"Yeah, but at least since we'll be working together," Luke held out a hand to me, "Truce?"

I smiled, shaking his hand firmly, "Truce."

So, let's see now: Check OneCheck TwoCheck ThreeCheck Four (Sort of)

And Five doesn't need to be checked, thankfully!

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A/N: yeah, kind of a corny ending, I know. But I love happy endings. Let me know what you think!!!