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Bowled Over By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Two Brian hurried outside and quickly jumped into the backseat of the car service with Ricky, breathing a sigh of relief being away from his mother. He looked out the window, seeing his mother wave goodbye from the front door and then relief turned to angst as the car turned off his block heading out of his neighborhood. He expected to be nervous, but now it was all hitting him at once, as in an instant he was thrust into a brave new world as a curly haired cheerleader, sitting with a boy and completely out of his comfort zone. He started feeling panicky, as he couldn't stop glancing at his made up reflection in the car's window and his short skirt that barely moved. He folded his hands and then unfolded them before taking his pocketbook from his side and placing it over his lap, fidgeting. He could feel himself beginning to tremble a little as he starting thinking too much, as he double and triple second guessed what he had gotten himself into. He pressed down his pocketbook, realizing it was just his muscles that tensed up and nothing else as suddenly he heard his phone ding from inside it. "I love you, and you're beautiful," read the first text from his mother, and then the one from Lori read, "Kick ass, gorgeous bitch! You got this!" Just her silly text allowed him a nervous giggle and then he noticed a series of texts from his sister Erica with adorable slogans and emoji's. It was crazy at first just to text back, not used to his nails, but their sentiments warmed his heart and then he shook his head, realizing his sister had switched his phone case to one of her girly pink sparkly ones. "Would you like some gum, Briana?" asked Ricky, offering. "Thank you," said Brian, putting away his phone. "It helps me when I'm nauseous too," said Ricky as Brian took a piece. "So, do you get car sick like I do sometimes?" "Not really. I'm pretty good with motion type stuff, and I better be, because I'll be all over the place shortly," said Brian, shifting to talk to him. "I'm just nervous about doing this, and a lot of stuff honestly." "You shouldn't be. I know you're going to do great," said Ricky, squeezing his hand for a second and then letting go. "But I guess being nervous is normal, right?" "Yeah, and thanks for coming to support me. It means a lot to me," smiled Brian, looking at him. "But trust me, I'm not your normal everyday girl." "Well that's kind of what I like about you," smirked Ricky, shrugging his shoulders. "I've been around cheer girls all my life, and the ones I know are nothing like you, Briana. Really, it took me until almost fifteen to find one that's not so normal and obviously not a princess most of the time." "What?" sighed Brian, growing even more nervous, wondering if he knew. "I mean like aren't you more a tomboy just in a dress half the time," said Ricky, trying to explain. "And how about that exchange with your mother? Only someone with real balls could do that!" "Huuhh!" sighed Brian, speechless looking down at his body in a full out panic. "How did you.... Who told you this?" "I'm just kidding," teased Ricky, backing away for a second. "I'm just saying your abnormal instead of a typical stuck up pretty cheer chick. How many girls can talk about sports like you, not tell their mother that they're in Nationals, and still look hot all the time. That's all I meant." "That wasn't funny, and girls can like sports and football you know!" said Brian, grabbing his chest for a second. "I'm stressed out enough if you couldn't tell?" "Sorry," laughed Ricky. "I thought you liked my sense of humor?" "I used to," smiled Brian, before punching him in the arm and then slapping him across the chest. "You half scared the crap out of me like I don't look ok? My nerves are already shot, and I'm feeling self- conscious about every little thing." "Sorry," laughed Ricky, holding up his hands as Brian slapped him one more time on the arm. "Mercy! Mercy! You're a tough one for such a girly girl." "Ok you jerk!" giggled Brian, calming down. "I'll kill you if you break one of these nails anyway." "We wouldn't want that?" smirked Ricky, looking into Brian's eyes, forcing him to look away. "Exactly, because it takes more time than any guy could ever believe to get ready for this stuff like today," said Brian, looking down at his nails and feeling them still attached. "Us tomboys never did appreciate that until recently, but these days I really really do." "I can only imagine how much it must have taken to get ready, and I appreciate just being here with you," sighed Ricky, as he noticed Brian twisting his neck, looking at him funny. "Not that you didn't look great before but ... and maybe I should shut up, because my compliments don't sound like compliments, do they?" "It's ok. I can relate to saying stupid things," replied Brian, looking back at him and then away again. "But can I ask you something, and be honest." "Sure," nodded Ricky. "So is that how you think of me?" asked Brian curiously, putting him on the spot. "You know as a girly girl?" "Well kind of yeah," said Ricky, looking nervous now. "Just maybe one that knows some sports and is uumm really nice and ummm..... is that bad?" "No," smiled Brian, nervously twisting one of his curls. "Right now I guess with what I'm about to do having a guy see me that way is kind of the idea. Really it's the best thing you've ever said to me." "Oh thank goodness," said Ricky, relieved. "I've never been too good figuring out girls." "Me either? No one is," joked Brian as the car pulled up and he looked out. "Oh gawwwddd! We're here. It looks huge." "It's the National's," said Ricky. "It's always huge, right?" "Well yeah, but," gulped Brian frozen like he was stuck in the seat as Ricky paid the driver. "Take a breath, Briana," said Ricky, giving a quick rub across his shoulder to soothe him. "Come on! You got this, Brie." "Ok, I do right?" said Brian, closing his eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. "Come on, because if I sit here another minute I will definitely chicken out." "I'd never let you," said Ricky, grabbing his hand and opening the door. "It's time for this girly girl to go kick some cheerleader ass." As Ricky helped him step out of the car, the compliment wouldn't stop his stomach from doing summersaults as there wouldn't be enough gum in Minnesota to shake the nausea. There would be no resistance to being guided along by a boy grasping his hand as they walked up to the entrance way to get their credentials. From his pocketbook, he took out his entrance ticket and contestant voucher as they scanned him in and then led him to the identification area. It was certainly more serious business than he anticipated, as participants were roped off from the general crowd as Ricky stood next to him just outside the ropes. They then checked his coat, searched through his pocketbook and took out his phone before surprisingly he watched them pass it back into the booth. "We'll put the app on your phone while we get you processed, and it'll keep you up to date on everything," said the woman, handing the phone to a co-worker. "Just keep in mind your boyfriend can come everywhere with you except backstage or in the defined contestant areas." "Sure, and he's just a..." said Brian, seeing them working on his phone. "Best viewing for the individual contestant's competition is from the seating behind the judges' young man," said the woman, interrupting, circling some things on a map. "Pass this to your boyfriend and please step in front of the green screen, Miss Capelli." "Ok sure," nodded Ricky, as he took the map before Brian stood against a green screen just like he did for his school id, and then the next thing he knew he was standing facing a camera. "Smile, darling," said a nice woman, snapping a few shots as he half smiled while she zoomed in on his face. "A little bigger. Show me that pretty smile, and just fix the hair, honey." "Sorry." Brian flipped a few curls off his face, smiling bigger and then it was over just as fast as he watched a plastic card drop from a printer. "This way please, and I like your nails, dear," said the woman as he stepped towards her and she turned his hand, placing his finger on a device. "Index finger flat, Ms. Capelli." "Oh thanks. Sure?" mumbled Brian, not distracted as he noticed the white light beneath his finger as she inserted his id in a slot. "Ok all set, and good luck in the completion. Take back your phone, it's ready as well," said the woman, clipping a strap onto his card and placing it around his neck. "That'll get you into anything and will be good for any ranked events moving forward." "You mean beyond this competition," said Brian, taking his phone and seeing the app. "Yes, it'll be linked to your profile, and right on the website now with all the data you provided when you applied," said the woman, taking his phone and showing him. "See, look started dancing at four at Daneateria, Tumbling wizard gymnastics at six, etc. It'll also update your twitter, facebook and all your social media as well. If you don't have them set, then you do now as it'll establish new ones for you as a cheer national contestant, but I'm sure a girl like you is already savvy in all that." "Oh yes," gulped Brian, taking his phone, amazed seeing Briana's first tweet was that she arrived at Nationals with the profile pic he'd just taken with a big smile. Within seconds, his phone was dinging as people were requesting him and then liking his image on Instagram. It had picked up on all the profiles he had created for his Briana character before this even began, and then suddenly he was already becoming a popular girl. He had no idea how a shot of him standing with Ricky even got there, or another of him posing in front of the arena with his hand on his hip. The only good news was there were no links to his own actual boy pages, as luckily he had just gotten this phone recently, so at least the wrong message wouldn't be going out. "See, that was quick and painless honey. Is there anything else dear?" asked the woman as Brian was already overwhelmed. "No I guess not," said Brian, lifting the i.d. badge and looking down at it. Like lightening, he was now electronically tied to his identity as he looked down at his i.d around his neck. From a pink national cheer lanyard hung an off white biometric card that linked his finger print to his feminine image, both of which were now stored in the national cheer registry. Briana Kylie Capelli, thirteen years of age, with a rank of junior all- star cheerleader from Cheer Elite Minneapolis, now framed his big smiled cheer picture as he stood amongst hundreds of other girls scurrying about to get ready to compete. "Come on, Brie," said Ricky, breaking his gaze, grabbing him by the wrist. "Let's get you over to your section so you can get ready." "Do I not look ready?" Brian replied with some attitude as he dragged him. "My picture came out ok, right? Am I a wreck? You think I need freshening up?" "Only if you want to," said Ricky, pulling him along. "Well look at these girls," mumbled Brian nervously looking everywhere. "How are my curls? My lips?" "I think you look amazing, but that's not my area of expertise, Brie?" smiled Ricky. "But that's where you have to go and I'm sure there's a place to freshen up back there if you think you need to." "I'm sorry," said Brian, stopping and squeezing Ricky hand. "I'm sorry. I'm just freaking inside. Every time I calm down, it just hits me again. Please don't take it the wrong way?" "Take what the wrong way?" smiled Ricky, taking his other hand, looking into his eyes. "Did you think I wasn't expecting to be here at the Nationals with a girl that wasn't a cheer diva?" "I guess that is what I am, right?" grinned Brian. "Well yeah, and I'm good with that. Now you're a thirteen year old girl that is a junior cheer All-Star," said Ricky, holding up his i.d, showing him. "You're chosen to cheer by one of the finest cheer organizations in the country, and I think you're going to make them proud. No, check that. I know you will." "I really hope," said Brian. "And that's if I don't piss myself right now." "You won't," said Ricky. "And how do you know that?" smirked Brian. "Because girly girls don't do that?" teased Ricky. "That would be gross." "Good one," laughed Brian, before scrunching his cheeks, making a silly girl face. "And because I'm not normal either, of course." "So now you like my jokes again," teased Ricky. "Yes. You're uuumm sweet, and thanks," said Brian, twisting his hips, trying to be girly. "I came this far right, so I guess I better go in. I guess what the hell, and let's just hope they like me." "I know they will, because I do. Now get psyched. Get tough and get into full diva mode," said Ricky, softly punching him in the arm. "Did you just hit a girl?" grinned Brian, being silly grabbing his arm like it hurt. "I'm going to have to make you pay for that?" "I'm counting on that," smiled Ricky, softly rubbing it for him. "And payback is a bitch, so get that bitchy side of you going! Have confidence." "You're right," nodded Brian, feeling good as he could never remember anyone having this much confidence in him. "They're going to like you because I do. You're amazing," said Ricky. "Plus, I know at least one of the judges, and we have the same taste." "I have to earn this on my own, Ricky," Taking a deep breath and straitening his skirt. "I know you do, and you will," said Ricky, pumping his fist lightly. "Now knock them dead girly girl, and remember they've got plenty of normal girls to pick from, so just be Briana." "Thanks again. You're adorable yourself, you know," nodded Brian, hugging him before stepping away, squeezing his hand one last time and giving him a wink. "For a normal annoying boy." Brian turned, walking away heading towards the locker room, seeing a number of other girls leading the way. When he stopped, waiting behind the group to have his badge scanned in, he twisted his neck back, seeing Ricky still standing where he left him. He squinted and then had to smirk, breaking Ricky from his gaze until he shrugged his shoulders, smirking back at him, knowing he was caught red handed staring at his ass. It was his one last lighthearted moment until they lifted his lanyard, scanning him in and then everything he had worked for or was putting himself through was now minutes away. "Good luck, Miss Capelli," said a woman, dropping his i.d back down. "You can wait in dressing room J and then you'll be on third in ballroom 7." He walked inside now, seeing girls of all ages everywhere babbling along corridors. There were no longer any parents or boyfriends or fans of any kind, as it was just him with nothing but cheer teams both large and small. Girls were stretching and practicing their routines and then he also noticed one more thing, that there was nothing but girls now as well. He was wandering a bit, looking for the room he needed to report to, almost star struck at how amazing all the girls looked. "Oh my gawwddd! Did you just ignore us?" said a mousey voice, grabbing his arm as he walked by. "As it is I stayed up too late last night to watch the bachelor, and I'm salty as fuck?" "What?" said Brian, confused. "Don't mind her? So are you the new flyer?" asked a different girl as he now realized they were all in the same cheer outfit as he was. "Umm no," said Brian, turning around. "Sorry?" "Capelli?" said a woman, grabbing his i.d and then looking at a clipboard. "No Amber, this is Briana Capelli. The girl filling in for Lori Anderson in the individual competition." "Well, excuse me?" said Amber with some attitude, holding up her hands. "You better represent, girl." "I'm sure I will," said Brian, seeing about two dozen girls in Cheer Elite uniforms staring at him now. "Good luck, Capelli," said the woman, checking a few items on the clipboard. "I'm coach Wolfe, and I work with Lisa Anderson, Lori's mother." "Nice to meet you, coach," said Brian, extending his hand as she turned her shoulder yelling at the girls. "Ok everyone inside for the team picture and whoever is late at this point, then tough shit, they won't be in it," Ordered Coach Wolfe. "Let's go, I need this done in two minutes and then everyone will disburse to their competitions." Suddenly, Brian was funneled inside a room and found himself being lined up with the rest of the team. Within two minutes, he was smiling on command as part of the team, instantly imprinted in the group photo. "Good job, girls," said Coach Wolfe, clapping. "Now that the yearbook cover shot is out of the way. Let's go ladies. I expect nothing but your best." Like roaches, the girls disbursed, quickly scurrying from the room off to their particular competitions. Brian walked down the hall, finding his waiting area as he entered dressing room J, seeing some girls stretching and others practicing some moves with their headphones on. Across the back wall, most of the seats were taken as another series of girls were touching up their faces and fussing with their hair. Every girl now had a different uniform on as they represented their Cheer companies as individuals and now he was about to represent his. It was nothing like the room with his own team, as there was no chatter as everyone kept to themselves completely self-absorbed. There were no coaches or chaperones, just a list on the wall as he found his name noting the order. "Daniels, this is your five minute warning," shouted a woman, opening the door. "You're up first followed by Miss Abreu and then Capelli. You'll go straight down the hall and through the door marked ballroom 7, which will put you right in position behind the entrance curtain. Everyone be ready to enter as soon as you hear the music end for the girl before you. Only one of you backstage while the other is competing so once Miss Daniels returns, hustle to be in position, Miss Capelli. I'll be calling you from the room one at a time ladies, and leave your belongings in your assigned cubie near the door." He did the quick math in his head, now comprehending he'd be on in ten minutes and needed to scurry into position in only seven and a half. It was almost like a football locker room, where people were getting themselves mentally prepared, getting their game faces on, except these game faces were being touched up with mascara and eye shadow above the eye not eye black below. He walked over, sitting down at one of the mirrors, opening his pocketbook and fumbled through his makeup case not sure what he should even take out. In the brightly lit-three way mirror, he was almost afraid to touch his expertly made up face, instead wiping a tiny hint of lipstick from his front upper left incisor. He turned his head back and forth checking his face, but that was the only flaw he could detect as he unscrewed his mascara, softly stroking his upper lashes. Across his lips he added a fresh coat of gloss but to him these minor touches didn't even seem necessary, and he stopped now, thinking the better of making any more tweaks. He was more killing time as he checked his bow that was going nowhere, still tightly in place, and secured to withstand any fierce cheer contortions he'd be putting himself through in his routine. He twisted his neck, noticing the spring in his curls, feeling confident his hair hadn't waved as he shook his hairspray bottle and then re-coated his head anyway. Just the fumes in the room from every girl fussing were enough to choke a horse as he stared at his image one last time once the haze cleared from his eyes. In the reflection, he watched the door fly open, realizing the first girl had just returned and his entire body went numb as she entered the room. "Capelli," yelled a woman. "Move your ass, please." "Yes ma'am," sighed Brian, snapping his pocketbook shut and hurrying towards her, shoving his pocketbook in the cubbie. He barely felt himself touching the ground as he scurried down the hall and then inside the ballroom backdoor. A man with a headset on waved him towards the dark curtain, turning his shoulders to face it without uttering a word. He could hear the loud dance music inside, knowing it was the girl before him performing and suddenly never felt an urge to pee like this in his life. "Thirty seconds, Capelli," said the man, touching his shoulder as he turned towards him. "Wait, I have to pee first?" said Brian, shaking crossing his legs. "Twenty seconds," said the man, either ignoring or not hearing him, turning him towards the curtain. "Pom Poms placed in position out there for you, honey. Ten seconds now." "Am I fucking nuts?" said Brian, never feeling more pins and needles through his entire body. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1," said the man, counting down before suddenly the loudspeaker came on. "Judges please welcome Brrrri--annnnna Kyyyylie Caaaaa--pelliiiii, Cheerrrrrr Eliteeee!" As the curtain opened, the light hit Brian right in the face as the man nudged his shoulder forward and his training took over. He marched from the curtain, waving with his right hand and then his left towards the judges and small crowd, mentally counting steps until stopping five yards from the curtain. He bowed his head, fighting the butterflies in his belly and posed just liked he practiced over and over feeling the lump in his throat almost choking him now. As he raised one arm to the air, extending his manicured fingers, his curls slid off his back against his cheeks while he bent one leg behind the other. Softly up came his music now, and then down came his hand as he instantly his hands became dance daggers flying forward, sweeping his pom poms from the floor in a tight feminine cheer motion. "Hey fans! Hey! Hey! Hey Fans! Do you have spirt! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah cheer spirit!" spouted Brian, rotating to the right and then left with each phrase, wiggling and rolling his tight abs while he slid out his hips. "If you do, then get out of your seats and share it! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah share it!" Back and forth he was sliding and dancing as he cheered, manipulating his body like no boy would ever do. He was suddenly up in the air, having leapt with his arms extended and his legs wide open as cat calls and whistles erupted just like he did in mid-air. As he landed, he'd left the butterflies behind along with any doubts he could pull off his routine now, as the cheer diva he'd trained to become had taken over for the nervous Brian, posing as Briana. "So strut to the left! Strut to the right! Yeah strut to the left! Strut to the right!" Cried out Brian, shuffling to the left and then the right, continually pumping his hands. "Strut in a circle, put up your dukes and fight! Do you have the spirit? Do you ..do you have spirit! If you do? Get out of your seats and share it!" He ended with another jump now, smiling as big as he could with his music flaring in the background. He had done his first of six cheers without noticing Ricky standing up well behind the judges, pumping his fists. In rhythm, he proceeded into his dance routine now, as words to his music kicked in and from this point his adrenaline kicked into high gear. He was on point not even thinking about any of his steps, as his muscle memory took over. Each cheer seemed easier now and every choreographed dance move flowed without a hitch. He could see the judges taking notes and whispering, but he never let it distract him for a second as he dazzled with every movement. There would be no clear mistakes that he'd need to recover from or moments of hesitation as it all fell into place. When the last dance routine ended and he raised his eye level from the floor, he couldn't miss seeing the smile on Ricky's face as he stood atop his chair, applauding. Just seeing that was like one last shot of caffeine as he got into position for his closing cheer, and then it was like he was about to win the super bowl, as his body exploded into the final routine. "So Come along, come along, come along for the ride! We're the biggest and the baddest, and this year we're back with pride," Cheered Brian, posing and spinning with a huge smile and confidence. "Cheer Elite! Cheer Elite! Our girls will leave you all in a cloud of smoke! And there you have it, I'm Briana Capelli! This year's bad girl, and there you have it... that's.. all... folks!" As he finished his last leap and posed, it was like he just ran a marathon as he was completely out of breath, holding his pose, perfectly timed as the song ended. As the crowd erupted, he realized it was more than just Ricky or strangers rooting for him, as the entire cheer elite team was there giving him a standing ovation as they high fived each other, proud of his effort. He blew a kiss to the judges with his left hand, and then blew one with his right to all that applauded him before giving a soft wave and running out just like he'd been trained to do. As the next girl scurried past him, he exited the ballroom's backdoor and needed a minute just to compose himself in the corridor, feeling emotional. "Holy shit," said Brian to himself. "That was insane and I did it! I fucking pulled it off, and maybe I really do have a chance. Oh my gawwdd! Yes!" He was absolutely on cloud nine as he walked back down the hall. He walked into the dressing room, grabbing his purse and then looked in the mirror, unable to wipe the smile from his face. As he exited the room, he took out his phone to text Ricky to try and figure out where they'd meet to go home, walking aimlessly down the hall as he texted. "Capelli!" yelled Coach Wolfe. "How did it go, and where are you going, young lady? I've been waiting for you?" "Oh sorry. Outside?" said Brian. "I think pretty well, and I'm done." "You're not done until you check in, and we say you're done," said Coach Wolfe, annoyed. "You're here to support your team as well, right? You know the one that sponsored you and made your solo possible, right?" "Of course, coach! I saw them cheering for me, and that was really nice," said Brian as she intimated him. "Uuumm I was just going outside to sit with my friend to watch and cheer the girls on." "Yeah change in plans, hot shot! Now you're going inside with the rest of the girls," said Coach Wolfe, opening a door. "The new flyer Misty Clawson just left in a soft cast, so you'll need to take her place in the pyramid." "You can't be serious?" gulped Brian, thinking he was done. "I can't. My friend is waiting for me, and I have no idea what to do?" "Transition, load, strike a pose and dismount," said Coach Wolfe, grabbing him gently by the arm and pushing him inside. "Same shit you girls have been doing since you've been a little princess in tutus, and trust me the boy toy will wait for his honey bunny. Now someone Mrs. Anderson would pick as our solo primadona I'm sure won't be soft like Clawson hobbling out of here with tiny partial ACL tear. You've got an hour to learn the two minute thirty second routine from the girls, and you'll only be a mid-level flyer anyway, so time is a wasting china doll." "Holy crap," gulped Brian, already mentally wiped from his routine, as he found himself staring at the closed door. "Seriously?" whined a voice. "Eeewwhh," snarled a girl as Brian slowly turned around. "Her?" "Hi guys?" waved Brian, seeing a series of girls staring at him quite nastily. "Thanks for routing me on?" "Like we had a choice," whispered one girl too loudly before fake clapping. "Oh you were just fabulous, girlfriend." "Let's make the best of this, girls!" said another. "Guys, I think Coach Wolfe just made a mistake," said Brian, dying to run out of there. "I wish," said a blonde, shaking her head. "Just tell me you're not as stuck up as you look," said Amber, rolling her eyes. "What?" said Brian, insulted. "I'm not?" "Please, Tinkerbelle," groaned Amber. "Then you'd be the first solo bitch ever not to be." "I didn't ask for this, girls," moaned Brian. "She just..." "No shit!" yelled Amber, coming over and guiding him away from the door. "But like it or not, we need your shiny ass, so let's just get the routine down and all make the best of this." "Fantastic," whispered Brian sarcastically. "What was that?" said Amber, showing him a list of cheers. "Nothing," gulped Brian, seeing all the cheers. "Like it would matter anyway?" said Amber, rolling her eyes. "Just memorize the cheers best you can and worst case just try to follow along lip synching. You're not the queen bee in here anyway like you're used to being, so just try to blend into the team for a change, Shirley Temple." Brian didn't know whether he wanted to scream or cry, looking back, wanting to run from the room but he knew that wasn't even an option. After he thought he had shaken his fears, they were back yet again, this time mixed with anger as he looked down, barely able to focus on reading the first few lines of the cheers let alone memorizing a few pages. It had taken him a month to learn the routine he had just performed, and now he had one hour to learn the lines as well as the routine. "It'll be fine," said a girl touching his shoulder. "I'm Emma, and I had to do this once too." "Hi," said Brian, trying to fight back his emotions. "Really?" "Yeah and I'm not as good as you?" said Emma, shaking her head. "I loved your solo, and it was amazing. We all watched it and cheered you on. Don't mind some of them. They're jealous, and I'll help you." "You will?" said Brian, breathing out, trying to stay composed. "And thanks. I saw the team and that was nice." "You're welcome and of course we'll help," said Emma, touching his shoulder. "Half the stuff you just did variations of in your solo. These are easier, but you just have to get down the rhythm with us. I'm sure in a half hour you'll have down the cheer routine, even if you can't remember all the words and then we'll work on the flyer moves. Everything we'll be doing today will break into one and a half pyramids, so you'll be the flyer for me and Ashley. We'll be doing an L-stand, Thigh stand and Elevator to close things out. I'm sure after seeing you that you'll handle it easily." "Really?" said Brian, kind of understanding and knowing with all his practice that maybe he could handle it. "Definitely," said Ashley. "It'll be fun, and we'd never let a teammate fall, Briana. Come let's read the cheers together and practice the moves." "Ok, let me just finish texting my ride, because he was expecting me outside by now," said Brian, texting Ricky the news of his added performance. For the next thirty minutes, Ashley and Emma were true to their word, helping him work through every routine and then other girls also started getting involved, helping him. She was right that he already knew quite a few of the moves, just in a different order as he chanted and pranced, growing more confident with every step. It did get a lot harder though getting used to placing himself in the right spot as he got into position as their flyer, even though the time to be spend in that role in the pyramids was extremely short. Over and over he watched the side bases stand across from one another, feeling surreal that he was the flyer behind them. Placing his hands on their shoulder got his heart racing each time, and then stepping into their cupped hands sent a tingling down his spine. Just counting to four like they taught him seemed like he was counting to a hundred, anticipating them lifting him up. When they lifted him chest high, he was barely three feet off the ground, yet it seemed like he was two stories up. Each different stance felt so magical as he postured up in the air, getting a feel for the timing. It almost felt like slow motion when they flipped him to his feet, as it was exhilarating sticking the landing as suddenly he was hooked, enjoying it more than he ever imagined. With ten minutes to spare, he turned confidently, looking at the girls nodding to reassure them he was ready. He was now just another girl on the team as they hugged him, all feeling enthusiastic before they all scurried for last second, freshening up. "Thank you," said Brian, hugging Emma and then Ashley. "You girls are incredible." "You kidding?" said Emma, hugging him again. "You're a life saver, or Ashley and I would have been cut without a flyer and had to sit out and watch." "They would have done that to you?" asked Brian. "That would be horrible after all the time I'm sure you put in!" "Now I really do know how new you are to Cheer Elite!" giggled Emma. "Most girls aren't sweet like you Briana. Amber and that clique are cut throat." "Yeah, I kind of see that now," said Brian. "Just never let your guard down with them, and keep that cute boyfriend away from them," said Emma. "Definitely! Especially your boyfriend," teased Ashley. "I saw them eyeing him up at your solo, and saw Amber flirting every chance she got." "Oh he's not my boyfriend," said Brian, flipping his wrist, turning away. "He's just a friend." "Don't be like that, Briana," said Emma, annoyed, grabbing his arm. "We've treated you better than that, haven't we?" "Like what?" said Brian with a dumb look on his face. "Seriously? He's not?" "Briana, if you're being honest, than you better get it together girlfriend, because he's like one of the hottest guys here, and we all watched the way he looked at you," smiled Emma, shaking her head. "Maybe the non-Cheer Elite girls on our rival teams care if you hooked up with the sexy son of a judge, but those of us in the cheer club want to win. We're cool with it." "Yeah well, I do kind of know he likes me," said Brian, turning red. "But I'm not looking for any favoritism, or a boyfriend." "You do realize I'm a fake blonde right?" giggled Emma, lifting her hair. "I know we just met, but save that for anyone that would believe you, because I already know you're not na?ve enough to forget that most of these bitches will scratch your eyes out to win at Nationals, and in the yearbook it doesn't mention how promiscuous the winners are. It just says you won!" "Exactly!" said Ashley. "So don't be stupid, and if you haven't locked that stud yet, I'd hurry before one of these skanks fucks you over for him. He's the boom!" Brian nodded just to change the subject as they the girls lined up, getting ready to head out for their performance. When the music started, he followed the group out into the main arena, quite taken aback by the size of the crowd. He tried not to make any eye contact, instead taking hold of his focus and placing his hands on his hips just like the other girls. The moment Emma moved next to him, he followed along in rhythm and he was off with a bang, cheering as part of the team. From his hips up went his arms into a touchdown position he'd done many times on the couch. Instead though, he was a girl in motion as the crowd roared loudly as he smiled, feeling his hips slide in unison with the other cheerleaders. "Push it, Push it! Push it to the top," yelled Brian, suddenly following along in a popular hop hip dance routine. "Cheer Elite will never be stopped. We'll pop and lock. We'll rock and roll. We won't stop to take a poll. We'll push it push it! Push it to the top!" When the first cheer ended, the crowd erupted as they stopped, posing shaking their pompoms. It was so different than the more subdued solo, where you could cut the air with a knife as he was now performing for more people than he could have imagined. After two more cheers, they lifted him into his first flyer position as he flipped off and spun easily. As each move grew harder, his confidence never waned as he relished being a flyer, soaking up the applause. As the final cheer ended, he ran off with the girls, hugging and jumping like he wanted this all his life. It was a much more fulfilling celebrating with some peers, as they anxiously awaited their results. In the end, they didn't win, but he was so glad he did it as he hugged everyone and headed back outside. He'd been accepted oddly as a Cheer Elite girl and still was a bit shocked it had gone so well. "Wow," said Ricky, awaiting him with a big smile. "You're incredible, Brie!" "You believe that?" said Brian, jumping into Ricky's arms. "I had no idea that was happening and I think I did pretty good right?" "Yeah, that was pretty unbelievable," said Ricky, almost falling over not expecting it. "Oh sorry," said Brian, pushing off him, feeling bad. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just..." "It's ok, and you didn't," laughed Ricky, handing him some flowers. "I just got over excited. I'm sorry, Ricky," said Brian, taking the flowers. "And you gave me flowers already?" "Yeah well but honestly I was so nervous when I first met you... I kind of forgot they were supposed to be for after you perform," smiled Ricky, plucking off a number of the broken stems from Brian, crushing them during his embrace. "So I didn't want you to feel bad when some other girls got them after they performed and you didn't so I got more." "Oopps? Maybe it was better earlier then?" smiled Brian, lifting them up half broken and crushed. "I'm sorry again, but the thought was all that matters anyway, right?" "Glad you feel that way," said Ricky, taking him by the hand. "But we better go because I promised your mom you'd be home right after you finished." "Oh shit!" nodded Brian. "Please, I'm already in enough trouble as it is." They went outside now, hailing a cab, as quickly they were inside and his insane day was over. He was texting back and forth with Lori a little in the car, sharing all the craziness in between, having some laughs with Ricky. When the cab pulled up at his house, the longest day of his life had ended with what he oddly hoped would be a sequel, as he'd find out in the morning if he made the cut down in the individual competition. The gentlemen in Ricky walked him to the door as they awkwardly said their goodnights and then Brian dug his keys from his pocketbook. When he turned the key and waved goodnight, Ricky dashed back to the cab and then inside he went as quietly as he could, trying not to wake anyone. "Oh, I figured you might wait up," sighed Brian, as he turned after gently closing the door. "Don't be mad I'm only fifteen minutes late. Things ran later than we thought and there was traffic." "How about hi mom?" said his mother, sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of wine. "Sorry?" said Brian, leaning back against the door. "Hi mom." "And it's fine. I figured as much," His mother put down her glass. "Did you have fun?" "I'm not exactly sure I'd call it fun," said Brian, looking away. "But I'd say more like it was exhausting." "And how did it go?" asked his mother, folding her feet up Indian style on the chair. "I think pretty good, but the competition was really tough," said Brian. "I'll know tomorrow about the next steps." "Honey, Ricky texted me the video," said his mother, holding up her phone. "I think you were amazing." "You saw me?" gulped Brian, looking up at her, embarrassed. "You saw everything?" "Yup solo and team stuff," said his mother with a smirk. "Very impressive." "Thanks mom," said Brian, now beet red. "Weird as all this is, I'm proud of you, but that wasn't what I was asking," said his mother, pouring herself another glass of wine. "I meant how did it go with Ricky?" "Mom, I told you he's not my boyfriend, and I'm way too tired to do this now please," Grumbled Brian, looking away. "You know I saw you two on the porch camera right?" said his mother, shaking her head softly. "Did you forget that anyone that walks up the sidewalk to the house triggers it to pop up right on my ipad?" "He's polite, mom," said Brian, rolling his eyes and glaring at her. "He just walked me to the house and said goodnight." "Just know I'm ok with it, but if you want me to rewind the video you know that I can. I really wasn't trying to snoop, but it looked like you kissed him?" Questioned his mother. "Mom, it's not like that, and really I wasn't sure what to do," said Brian, getting upset. "So technically if that's what you want to call it, then yes I kissed a boy. He leaned down and I kissed his cheek. Nothing more, and rewind it if you don't believe me, because that's what you'll see!" "I think that's sweet, and I'm glad you were polite," said his mother. "I like him and it seems he gave you flowers again? Please sit for just a minute, honey." "Can't we talk in the morning, please I'm exhausted."Brian placed down the flowers on the entrance table. "He just screwed up earlier, and those were supposed to be for after, not before, so he felt bad and bought them again. He didn't want me to be the only girl without them after performing." "I'm sure. The poor boy was so nervous, and you should have seen the look on his face when he saw you," smiled his mother, patting a pillow across from her. "Please just a minute honey, and then I'll help you off to bed." "Fine," sighed Brian, sitting with his arms folded, knowing this was unavoidable. "I know I'm a bit overbearing, but it's only because I love you honey and you know you could have come to me about feeling this way," said his mother, rambling. "So was I a bad mother?" "No mom," said Brian, wanting no part of this conversation. "Was it that your father abandoned us?" said his mother, getting emotional. "Because I'm so so sorry you really had no male figure in your life. I'm so sorry I have no male relatives around here, and I did the best I could." "Mom, stop," said Brian, reaching out his hand, grabbing hers. "It's none of that, mom." "You sure?" said his mother, wiping a tear as she began rambling. "Because yesterday all I thought was I had a wild boy that I was struggling to tame, and now instead we'll be struggling to tame your big puffy hair. I know I brought you up in a household of only girls and women but...." "Mom," said Brian, hugging her. "Please don't do this. It's all on me, and no one else, ok?" "I'm sorry," said his mother, calming down. "Maybe I drank too much wine, but you have to understand how I'm feeling." "You're an awesome mother," said Brian, looking at her getting teary eyed himself now. "Now please mom. I'm exhausted." "Ok?" said his mother, getting up, composing herself before taking his hand. "Let's go get you ready for bed." She led him now upstairs into the bathroom, standing behind him, pulling some pins from his head. He cringed, not wanting to show any weakness as she pulled out the bow and then pulled the fake lashes from his eyes. "Ok, just lean back please?" said his mother, standing up and wiping at his face with makeup wipes. "But just tell me please, because obviously from the way you moved? Well?" "Well what?" asked Brian, as she was sliding the wipes across his lips. "Was it the dance school when you were little, or me panicking and taking you out of football after your concussion?" Sad his mother, searching her brain. "I mean I can't believe how well you were shaking it." "Really mom? And I didn't have a concussion and yes, I'm still pissed about football. I miss it, but no that wasn't it?" replied Brian as she wiped at his eyes. "Then it was dance," said his mother. "What the hell was I thinking?" "It wasn't that either, but you think it was fun being the only boy in dance school even though I was little?" said Brian with a smile. "I try not to remember that?" "Why? You were so cute in the little sequin tux and red bow ties front and center with all the girls around you," said his mother with a giggle. "And you weren't the only boy. The dance school owner's son danced with the older girls, so there were two of you. You were adorable." "Ok, well I was the only little boy and the only one in recitals," said Brian. "Plus boys want to be tough and don't want to be adorable, mom?" "You really want argue that point in this outfit?" joked his mother. "Yeah, maybe not," smiled Brian. "Good, because you're not looking so tough at the moment, so be tough for a minute because I need to brush through the tons of hairspray on your head to get these extensions out?" said his mother, raking through his curls with her fingers. "So maybe you didn't like being an adorable dancer, but it certainly seemed like you enjoyed being a sexy curly headed cheerleader instead?" "That's not what I mean mom, and don't," said Brian, stopping her from pulling at his extensions as he heard the first snap. "If you rip these out, than I might have to do them all over tomorrow." "I shouldn't expect you to know this, but they'll never last like this overnight, and they're already beginning to flop," said his mother. "If you want, I'll pin them up which might save them a little, but they're not going to look like they did today without being set." "Really?" said Brian, tugging one and seeing it no longer had the same spring. "They are starting to straighten out?" "I guess you don't remember your sisters sleeping in rollers, but if that's what you really want then I'll do it for you, but you won't be going to bed any time soon," said his mother. "My suggestion is we deal with this in the morning, though as you also probably don't realize girls typically don't do the same hairdos on back to back days for the same judges." "Oh, I didn't? Lori knows what I'd need to do," said Brian, as he turned away, letting her work. "Ok then take them out I guess." "Sure and at least I know you've appreciated what goes into making pretty curls then," said his mother, unsnapping some extensions and breaking the bonds. "That alone if you want to curl all this hair again tells me something about what's happening underneath the big pretty puff and inside that head of yours." For the next few minutes, Brian cringed as his mother unsnapped all his extensions and continually brushed through his hair. When she finished, his natural hair hung in a wavy mess as she squirted a liquid, damping his hair as she detangled it and then took a comb, removing any last knots. "Almost done?" moaned Brian, as finally she seemed to be able to brush right through it without hurting him looking over at the mound of messy curls that was removed from his head. "Almost. There was a lot of hairspray and product in there honey," said his mother. "I'm just going to make it so you can sleep in it and then we'll sort out what's next tomorrow ok sweetie." "Sounds good," said Brian, as she stepped in front of him now with her rattail comb, sectioning his long stringy hair. Like lightening, she twisted and weaved and then before he knew what hit him, she took a scrunchie from her wrist, winding it in the back. "Ok, on your bed is one of Amy's nightgowns, and I found some clean unworn underwear," said his mother, softly touching his face before unscrewing his earrings and unzipping his cheer top for him from behind. "Sleep tight my darling, and let's see what tomorrow brings us in the morning." Finally the day was over, and he was done dealing with his mother as he hurried into his bedroom and out of his cheer outfit. He felt like a million dollars just freeing his manhood and pulling off the bra as he wouldn't even argue sleeping in his sister's nightgown. It felt soft and comfortable anyway as he dropped the spaghetti strap red baby doll silk-like style nightgown over his head, and then pulled up the soft white cotton panties. Just getting into bed felt fantastic as his body was shot, but it seemed awfully weird pulling on his blanket with long nails. He didn't last two minutes tossing and turning, as he felt a chill though body as he raced to the bathroom, having held his bladder for more hours than he could have imagined. With the final relief flushed away, he was at least now able to get comfortable when he jumped back into bed, staring out the window at the stars, wondering if he advanced and kind of excited he might be challenged as a girl again for at least one more day.