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Bowled Over By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Part Four "I'll get it, Briana," said his mother. "Hi Mrs. Capelli," Lori said as she answered the door. "Hey Lori! Great you see you, honey," said Mrs. Capelli, letting her in and hugging her before yelling upstairs. "Honey, Lori is here! So is that today's outfit you have there?" "Yes, and the backup sizes just in case, but we kind of have his sizes down," said Lori, carrying in the garment bag by the hangers and her makeup case. "Yes and thanks to you... so do I?" said his mother, yelling upstairs. "We just got back from the mall and I used the cheer outfit as a base to pick out a few cute things for him. Plus I've had him try on some of Amy's old outfits earlier." "Really?" said Lori curiously. "So you and Erica went shopping, or are you saying you and Brian went?" "Well all three of us actually," smiled Mrs. Capelli. "I felt like if this is who he wants to be, then we needed a few things of his own but now we're good. He was nervous at first, but I think he really loved shopping." "Oh how wonderful," replied Lori, trying not to smirk. "So about yesterday? I'm sorry again that we caught you so off guard. Maybe we should have been more upfront, but..." "Lori, it's fine, and it's not your place to tell me about his or should I say her situation," said Mrs. Capelli, interrupting. "It's Brian's... Well Briana's now." "I know, but I helped him," said Lori. "I helped with everything." "I know. He told me," said Mrs. Capelli, taking her hand. "He told me about taking your place and what a job you did training him, let alone making him look beautiful. Sure, I would have rather have been in the know from the beginning, but at least I know he's got someone that cares this much about him." "Thanks Mrs. Capelli," said Lori, getting choked up. "That means a lot to me." "I'm glad! Now go do what you came here for," said Mrs. Capelli, hugging her tightly. "I know he's been anxiously waiting for you." "Hey Lori," said Brian, hurrying down the stairs. "Wow," said Lori, twisting her head. "Your hair looks so pretty straight, and that's so cute on you. You bought that today?" "No, it's Amy's, but my mom had me buy some other things," said Brian, holding out his hands. "But you did more than that," smiled Lori. "Didn't you?" "Please just come help me get ready," moaned Brian, seeing how she was looking at him. "Sure," said Lori, biting her lip as she walked past him. "That's what besties are for." Up the stairs they went and into the bathroom as Brian closed the door behind them and turned toward her as she hung up the outfits and placed down her bag. "So this was..." Brian began to say. "Don't!" Lori laughed, trying not to lose it putting up her hand. "Seriously!!" "Please stop," said Brian, wanting to die as she covered her mouth. "I couldn't stop her. She was pushing and pushing me!" "Are you kidding me?" Lori lifted his hands, looking at his nails. "No way!" "I wish I was," said Brian embarrassed. "Oh my gawwdd! Oh my gawwdd! Oh Mmmyyy gawwwdddd, Brian." Lori tried to get it together as she got up, sizing him up everywhere. "This is crazy!" "Crazy and much more," said Brian. "Well? said Lori. "Don't get mad, but you really do look so cute already?" "Well that is the idea, right?" replied Brian, embarrassed. "Yes it is girlfriend," said Lori, touching his face and pulling down his lips. "Who waxed your eye brows? I wanted to do them, and you barely let me touch them. They're so thin and your teeth look amazing!" "My mom had them threaded in the mall, and first thing this morning had my teeth whitened," moaned Brian. "She kept challenging me over and over, testing me." "And obviously you didn't fold," Lori stated, touching his ears and looking at his nails again. "Holy shit, these are really pierced, and those are serious acrylics? The woman doesn't fuck around, does she?" "Ya think!" said Brian, frustrated. "This was all supposed to be temporary for the weekend. She wasn't supposed to be here!" "Pull yourself together, and just focus on winning!" said Lori, seeing him cracking a little. "Because either way, looks like you're going to be stuck like this for a while." "Sorry to interrupt, girls," said his mother, barging in with a glass and two pills. "Just take two more Advil honey, because the ones from earlier should be wearing off soon. Once Lori starts tugging at your head and pushing near your mouth, then you'll be feeling it I'm betting." "Yes mom," said Brian, gladly taking them. "I do have a headache, and my mouth is starting to feel sore again." "See you in a bit, and just watch not to pull out any hair when you put it up later, Lori. They're in there good, but when they're new, it's better to be cautious," said his mother, half closing the door. "Just call if you need me, and I plan on soaking your extensions in some conditioner and I'll blow them out while you do his makeup." "Oh, you didn't need to do that Mrs. Capelli," said Lori, confused. "I'll wash them once he's done with them and it looks like you did some amazing work on them today already. I like the way you shaped them a bit and his hair came out so pretty, almost like he just stepped out of a salon." "Honey, I can't take any credit for that, and it's maybe because he just did?" said Mrs. Capelli, closing the door. "I'll check on you girls later." "Turn around?" Lori ordered, spinning him. "Holy shit, that's not my hair?" "No," said Brian, turning red. "She's making me give it back to you, and I had to use my savings on my own." "You got mico extensions! Those are fused in, Brian!" said Lori, rifling through his hair. "Do you even know what that means, Brian?" "Not exactly?" said Brian, getting even more concerned as she lifted and checked it everywhere. "It's means I won't be the only one not calling you Brian anymore for a while, Briana," laughed Lori, opening her makeup bag. "That's not funny," replied Brian as she began working his foundation. "I didn't say it was, and what's the difference since you're all in on winning anyway," said Lori. "I saw today if you win you'll be practicing like crazy, so you would have had to deal with this with your mother soon anyway." "Yeah, well I was hoping to sneak around and avoid that," said Brian, contouring his face. "You'll be avoiding nothing with your teeth beaming and two more studs in each ear," said Lori, unscrewing her liquid eye liner. "But at least with real acrylics you won't have to worry about any issues during tumbling." "That's kind of what my mom said I think," said Brian, as she took a pencil to the inside of his waterlines now. "I know, I always like your mother," said Lori, preparing his big fake lashes. "Great minds think alike! Plus it seems both our minds know how to make that boy of hers look awfully pretty." "Yeah but that's a job I was hoping that you didn't share with her," laughed Brian as she glued on his lashes. "You say that now, but you'd skimp today after all the work you did yesterday?" said Lori, gliding on his eye shadow. "How close you got on all this?" "You call any of what we did skimping?" said Brian, as she was brushing on his blush. "I wouldn't." "Maybe not, but you saw how competitive it was," said Lori, brushing on some bronzer. "I've been there and lost. I know full well." "I'm sorry," said Brian. "I wasn't trying to be cocky or say anything against you. I barely made the cut, so far anyway and I know how hard you worked." "Open wide and shush. I know you do," said Lori, taking a pencil to the ends of his lips. "I wasn't comparing us, and for a boy to be able to flip or dance like you can is amazing." "Well, I started young, so some of that is early training and some of it is being stuck with sisters all my life!" said Brian, before she began filling in his lips. "Plus years hanging out flipping in the yard in the trampoline with my bestie and I guess the rest just came naturally." "Thanks, and don't get mad, but it helps to have soft features, which with a little cosmetic help tend to look naturally pretty," Lori said with a smirk as she powdered his face, setting his makeup. "Well, natural with half a store of Sephora on your face." "Exactly," Brian said as she took out her brush and plugged in her flat iron. "Ok, get dressed you glitter girl," teased Lori, unzipping his uniform top and placing it on the bed. "Whoa!" Brian gasped, seeing the color. "Much brighter today." "Yup, but put these on underneath first." She handed him some white spandex boy cut underwear and turned her back. "Did you not want to stand out the wrong way after all this?" "Like that would even be an option?" joked Brian, stepping into them. "Yeah that's why they tone down the hair a little on day two," said Lori, holding out some sequin covered nylon shorts. "Now put these on, and let's just make sure everything is where it should be." "No skirt today?" gulped Brian, tugging them on. "You never told me that? Holy shit?" "You're fine, and this is what we wear for tumbling and stunts in our club," said Lori, bending down and inspecting. "Spread your legs and just let me do a full visual." "Ohh gawwddd," moaned Brian, feeling so strange at being inspected. "Lift all the way up and stop being a baby," said Lori, lifting his left leg straight up. "Most guys wish they could do this." "This is so embarrassing," Brian pulled his leg up behind his ear. "And impressive at the same time, chickie," teased Lori. "Ok do one split and I'm pretty sure you're fine." He slowly dropped down doing a split and then popped up, moving all different ways. "Ok, I guess I'm good," said Brian, using his hand, feeling how flat he was. "Yup you're fine, and I have one more pair of yoga shorts we can still hide under there just in case," said Lori, pushing at his thighs. "But really I don't think you'll need them and it's almost like that stuff was never there to begin with." "Thanks for that zing," said Brian, rolling his eyes as she fixed his sports bra. "Very comforting!" "You're welcome, and I like this color on you anyway," smiled Lori. "Between the routine you'll be doing and the brightness in today's outfit, I'd say you'll be attracting plenty of attention. Not that you or any of the girls need that extra zing, but it doesn't hurt." "Gee, and I thought I just got noticed because I did such a good job on my curls," joked Brian. "Maybe by a few of the girls you teamed with, but we certainly know Ricky would notice no matter what you wore, right?" Lori laughed as she couldn't help herself. "Hands up, and mind your makeup while we slide this down. It's an even more fitted top." "Did you have to go there?" whined Brian as Lori snugged down the top over his head and moved his hair, zipping it. "Well I'm allowed to be curious, right?" said Lori as he sat putting on his socks and sneakers. "I guess so?" said Brian. "But it's not like that, even though everyone wants to think it is?" "It isn't huuhh?" said Lori, going behind him, brushing his hair into her hand. So did he call you today?" "He did, but I missed it. I was in the nail salon. He texted me and I told him since you're with me that I'd just see him there," said Brian, getting embarrassed. "So then you do like him?" said Lori, as she lifted his hair up, winding in the scrunchie. "So this is why you've gone this far? So was everything else bullshit?" "No, that was my mother, and I told you that! And he's just a nice guy, plus you're the one that hooked me up talking with him," said Brian, as she created a big pony at the back of his crown. "This is a competition, and you know why I'm in it! You're the only one that does." "Well I thought I did, but does that still hold true?" said Lori, brushing the front of his hair into his face. "You have been chatting with the guy for like a month." "Yes for a month as Briana. His mother is a judge, and I need every advantage I can get," said Brian as she began teasing the hair away from his face, flipping it back. "You know all that." "Well yeah I made you up, and then you chatted on-line and facetimed from my room, so I was there wasn't I?" said Lori, spraying and rolling back the flat iron. "I wasn't just your cheer coach, but also your flirting coach, but it seems different now doesn't it?" "No, I'm still just flirting just in case?" said Brian as she teased the next section. "In case of what?" said Lori again flat ironing it back piling it. "In case I don't strut well or maybe flip the wrong way?" replied Brian, annoyed now as she teased him again. "Oh I think you've already flipped in a way that maybe you don't want to admit to yourself, bestie," said Lori, using a thick barrel to curl back the teased front. "But really who could blame you if you flipped over a guy that's so dreamy." "Just flip my hair back so I can ace this today and let's not talk about boys again, please," said Brian, feeling the heat as she pushed down. "Now tease my hair without teasing please." "I'm a good teaser, but it's not me that's the tease, Briana?" said Lori, twisting hard, almost burning his head."Maybe feeling the heat bestie? Hot flashes?" "You're not funny?" said Brian, having to laugh as she unrolled his hair. "Of course I am." Lori shook the big aerosol hairspray can now and lowered her voice. "Now close your eyes and tell me you're not thinking of smooching him!" "You're so terrible," Brian replied with a smirk as she saturated the front of his head, creating his cheer bump. "So are you or are you not?" said Lori, getting more serious as she carefully combed before turning on her hairdryer for a moment, cementing the style before teasing again. "MuhhMuuuhhMuhh. Oh Ricky MuhhMuuuhhMuhh." "Now stop before I kill you." Brian wanted to smash her, making a fake threatening fist. "Fine! You're no fun and like I'd let you risk swinging at me and breaking a nail," Lori took his big bow from the bed and tugged his pony up. "Just keep your bestie in the dark, like it's a cool thing to do and I guess only you know for sure if that's what you want anyway?" "Honestly, I know nothing," said Brian, reaching back, touching her wrist. "So please can we change the subject." "OK, but remember if it's a game you're playing, then after a while he might see through your bullshit and that could make your chances even harder," said Lori, winding in the bow. "It could really hurt you?" "Hurt more than this." Brian cringed as she made it super tight and tugged on the ends, pulling it extremely taut. "More than what?" Lori gave a few last tugs that she knew were uncomfortable, seeing him flinch. "Maybe not..... But if it's not bullshit, then just be careful, because pretty as you should feel I don't think you should deny yourself a little time with such a cute boy who we both know has a big crush on you! It's just if you do deny yourself, I'm thinking you'll regret it later." "So now my best friend, my mother and some cheerleaders I barely know are pushing me to hook up with a guy?" moaned Brian, half standing up, turning towards her. "Did I miss anyone, because I'm already freaking out about the competition!" "Well none that I know of?" Grinned Lori, pushing down on his shoulder and giving a soft rub. "Now chill and I guess if not him, I can think of some other boys that would find you really cute once I'm done with you." "Please just finish my hair Lor-" moaned Brian as she was teasing his pony. "And stop thinking you're funny!" For the next fifteen minutes, she flat ironed his hair, pulling upwards and teased section by section, making it as big and wide as she could. He sat with his eyes closed trying to just focus on his routine as she worked, going through it over and over in his mind, not thinking of anything but that. When finally the hairspray hissing sound stopped and he heard the can being placed down, he opened his eyes, seeing the fumes begin settling and enjoyed feeling the last few seconds of hot air setting his hairdo, knowing it was time. "You ok?" asked Lori, rubbing his arm softly and then smiling. "You look really pretty bestie." "Yeah I'm good and thank you so much," said Brian, hugging her so tightly. "It's just butterflies. I freak out a little each time, but it's not like I'm turning back anyway?" "Yeah that was my point earlier," nodded Lori. "I meant turning back from doing this?" said Brian, feeling the butterflies. "You know from the competing. I mean especially like this... the way I look?" "Ahh yeah? That's how I meant it, but if your mind is in another place too, I think that's just natural." Lori hugged him again. "For any girl? We all get butterflies for lots of things, but you're amazing! I love my bestie, and you'll get through it!" "Oh honey!" said his mother, coming in, covering her chest. "You look stunning today." "Thank, I guess," said Brian, looking back at his mother, stretching his thighs, getting himself mentally ready to go as Lori packed up some cosmetics in his bag. He knew he'd be doing more than be blending into the background today as just another Cheer Elite girl, as instead now he was dressed to stand out from the team in their bolder alternate uniform. Instead of just white with the pretty blue accent colors, he posed,taking in his image that was centered around a bright royal blue. Also his body now would be more on display, as instead of a long sleeve cheer crop top, he now sported a royal spandex tank-like top with short, almost fully disconnected white and baby blue sleeves that had fully cut out shoulders. What had been a hint of his thin abs before were instead a full view of his tight thin six pack, as any thought of a last second snack would evaporate from his mind at seeing himself. The script "Cheer Elite" logo now shone in glittery white with baby blue sequins atop it's silver outline trim of the letters and sleeve cuffs. Barely covering his hip bones, his tight royal blue spandex boy short shorts fit him like a glove, showing off his tight round buttocks and thankfully concealing his junk. It was tough not to look a few times just to see how well everything had been held in place, as if the bright royal blue wasn't enough, then your eyes were instantly electrified by the matching baby blue sequins forming a belt line beneath his flat belly. In script glitter, the words Cheer Elite again appeared almost again like a faux belt buckle inside the sequins, and some faint glittery stars at the hip line added a final touch of girly all-star flare. His face was once again flawless, yet now looking even more striking, as his mother was right that his daring radiant red lip would illuminate even more with his brightened smile. That extra shine from his pearly whites and even bolder corvette red lip color, would be heightened by a more luminous bronzer above his apple blush at each cheek bone, and even his eyes had been further electrified. Cat like thinly lined eyes with big faux dark round lashes fronting a bright royal blue over lined highlight, behind them were still the remaining staples of his so brashly made up appearance, yet now a twist of cobalt blue eye shadow joined the glam look. At the outer creases, the cobalt shadow blended into the white silvery glitter, and a soft opal under his brow drew your attention to his new thin arch. Atop his dazzling face, there would be no break from any dazzle, as his ear to ear royal cheer bow accented in baby blue sequins atop a white under layer satin bow, seemed even bigger than yesterday's hair accent. Maybe it was Lori's hands on assistance that made his cheer bump look even puffier and higher, but even if the bow or the puff wasn't bigger, then his ponytail certainly was. Gone were the layers of curls he had worked so hard on, yet it was quite a surprise to see that his hair in a straight style could be teased to look so gigantic. Maybe it was that it no longer sat loosely behind his head, instead it was now all pulled up into one huge pony, yet it was as wide as it was high, standing well outside of each ear. The more he looked at it, the more he realized how much more hair he had as well with his new extensions, yet they had been seemly integrated, not showing at all, even with his hair all pulled up. He also recognized what the salesgirl meant about his lobes with his hair all pulled up now, as the three studs in each ear sparkled on display, as if he really needed any more bling in his ensemble. "Hey one last sec and you're gone! Eyes closed," said Lori, shaking a glitter hairspray. "Just want to coat the back of your hair a little, now that it's all up, and touch up the front." Between his new acrylic nails, bright outfit and sparkly face, why would he need any more glitter gleaming from his hair he thought, closing his eyes like she ordered, knowing Lori would leave no detail undone, coating his hair one last time. When she allowed him to open them, he watched the twinkling particles begin to dissipate and then he turned, knowing it was time as he slid his arms inside the Cheer Elite warm up jacket as she held it out for him. "So good luck today to my cheer star," said his mother hugging him. "This is a strength of yours, so you're going to do really well! I'm sure of it!" "She's right!" said Lori, looping his arm. "So let's go, bestie." Down the stairs he went now, certainly a bit more optimistic today, especially with Lori by his side as they raced out the door into their Uber. Like two happy girlfriends they nervously kidded around on the ride, trying not to focus on the event, until finally it was Brian that broached the subject. "So tell me the truth, Lori?" asked Brian. "Aren't you wishing this was you today, and honestly thinking of course if it was that you'd spend a much better chance of making the team than I do?" "Well yeah! Of course I do! You're a-" said Lori very seriously until he covered her mouth. "Did you almost forget we're in a cab?" whispered Brian. "No stupid," Giggled Lori, rolling her eyes. "I was going to say rookie, not what you thought." "Ooohhhh?" Brian gave a little chuckle. "And I was going to say sure, but they'll be plenty more chances for me to compete! This would have been my umpteenth time, so hooking you up has been fun and so was the wedding," said Lori, opening her pocketbook, taking out her compact and lip gloss. "And that you smeared my lips, so never do that again.... and that I love you! You're my bestie, and you living out a dream is way more important to me than me making this stupid team, which honestly for me would just be another event." "Ohhh gawwdddd," said Brian snuggling next to her. "You are the best, and I owe you big time." "Yeah, and we'll talk about that later," said Lori. "Just go kick ass first, bitch!" "Done deal, bestie," said Brian, hugging her as the car pulled up. "Now that's my girl," said Lori as they got out. "I'm kind of looking forward to being a fan for a change, and watching you sweat a little instead of me." "Like I've sweated at all during any of this?" said Brian sarcastically. "Maybe not during your routine, but are you sure, because look whose waiting for his dream girl?" said Lori, seeing Ricky waiting outside, holding a red shopping bag. "Did I forget to say I hate you sometimes?" smiled Brian. "No, you love me, but looks like there's some competition for my love these days!" Lori laughed as they walked. "There you are!" said Ricky. "Hey Ricky," said Brian, immediately being embraced. "I was beginning to get worried about you?" said Ricky, gingerly squeezing his hand, looking into his eye once their hug ended. "I've been texting you all day and checking your social media." "Oh sorry?" said Brian. "My phone has been in my bag, but I texted you back earlier. Didn't you get it?" "Of course I did, but that was like five hours ago? You have like at least a half dozen messages from me after that, and dozens of likes on your sites," said Ricky, shaking his head. "I thought maybe I said something wrong or pissed you off. What girl isn't on her phone all day?" "Oh that would be me! I'm really not ordinarily..." Brian began to say until Lori nudged him. "She means like ordinarily never off, but it was a busy morning out with her mother," said Lori, interrupting. "Her mother is a whirl wind, and it's so nice to meet you in person finally, Ricky." "Lori! Wow I barely recognized you in person! You're even prettier than on facetime!" said Ricky, hugging her. "Wow, this is awesome that you are here!" "Thanks and you're," said Lori, stunned at his strength, winking at Brian. "Like beefier than I thought? Wow Rick." "Thanks, I think," smiled Ricky. "I didn't expect you here today. I'm so excited to see you in person, and I thought you said you had a wedding." "Yup that was yesterday, so it wiped me out of competing," said Lori. "But today I'm here to support my best friend, so I guess we're her rooting section." "Cool, so then you're not mad at me for anything, right?" said Ricky, turning and handing Brian the bag. "Oh thanks," said Brian, looking inside and gulping, pulling out a heart shaped box filled with chocolates. "Of course not. Why would I be mad?" "I didn't think you were, but either way I wanted you to feel special," said Ricky, taking his hand. "I know how much stress this has all been on you, and just wanted to make sure you knew how I felt about you." "Ooohhhhh!" sighed Lori, squeezing Brian's wrist. "How sweet is he, Brie?" "I guess very." Brian turned red, accepting the gift and then knowing what he had to do, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Yes, that was very sweet." "It was nothing," replied Ricky, on cloud nine. "I feel terrible I didn't check your texts now," said Brian, grabbing Ricky's hand and looking into his eyes, batting his lashes. "I had the dentist, my nails, the hair salon and then still had to get ready. You know not a lot of places where I could look at it much, and getting ready for stuff like this takes a lot of effort." "It's cool, Briana," said Ricky, rubbing his thumb against Brian's. "Your mom told me, so that made me feel better." "You talked to my mother?" snapped Brian. "Yes, she's awesome," Ricky nodded. "We talked for quite a while you were getting your hair done. I hope you don't mind?" "Well no, but..?" said Brian, getting upset. "What did you talk about?" "Just general stuff, and a little about you," said Ricky, getting embarrassed. "I mean she's so easy to talk to, just like you. Oh, and she did tell me what kind of chocolate you like, which is why I got you the truffles, so I hope I got the right ones?" "Yup those are her favs, but I'd say now's not the time to pack on even an ounce, Brie?" said Lori, softly pinching his ab, breaking any weird vibe, looking at the time. "So let me hold these for now, and get in there, bestie. We'll be rooting you on, so don't worry about a thing but winning and now go kick some ass girl!" "Thanks. You're right," said Brian, calming down, handing his chocolate to Lori and then wiping his lipstick from Ricky's cheek with his thumb. "Sorry if I snapped a little. It's just sometimes my mom can be a little too much." "I know all about it, my mom is no piece of cake as you might have already noticed, see her up there like a statue," said Ricky, touching his face, looking into his eyes. "Now go kick ass, and I can't wait to see you when it's over." "Ok," nodded Brian nervously, feeling Ricky's minty breath just past his lips and then he began pulling away. "Hey! And smile," said Ricky, not letting go of his hand. "Enjoy this! Your smile is gorgeous, girlie girl." "Thanks and I'll try, but I'm going to need that hand back," Brian smiled as big as he could as Ricky smiled back, lifting his hand and kissing his wrist before letting go. He hurried to the entrance back stage, nonchalantly wiping the wetness from his wrist on his side before they verified his credentials, somewhat taken back, never having his hand kissed before. He hustled down the hall into the dressing room, checking the performance order and then settled in front of the big mirror, ready to touch up his face as girls were scurrying anxiously everywhere. As he re-coated his lips, all that flashed in his mind now was that somehow he might have taken things too far with Ricky, yet he knew he had to keep every option open for himself. He smiled as big as he could, making sure no lipstick had stained his pearly whites, thinking if Ricky wanted to kiss him yesterday or even more so just a few minutes earlier, then by the end of today he'd no doubt be foaming at the mouth. He'd have to tune out any of this scary reality, squishing his lips, almost puckering like his lips were tingling to be touched, until he shook himself awake, frightened. It was even more terrifying than performing, that he was at least curious what a kiss would be like as he shook the chill from his spine, breaking his gaze and then he zipped up his makeup case. He closed his eyes, trying to stay composed, focusing only on his routine and then the door opened from outside, breaking his zen. "Capelli, let's get down the hall and in position, please," said a woman's voice. "Yes ma'am," sighed Brian, raising his brows, twisting his neck and flipping his hair. He was a bit more comfortable today as a performer, yet certainly much more uncomfortable without the security of a tiny skirt, shoving his pocketbook in the cubbie and stepping from the room. As he hurried down the hall, he reached down as inconspicuously as he could, double and triple checking he was completely flat with the back of his hand before heading inside the ballroom backdoor. He knew at least what to expect, understanding how the judges would be situated and saw the man waving him over to get into position. "So hopefully you used the ladies room this time, Capelli," smiled the man, touching his shoulder as he turned towards him. "Yeah, better today?" smiled Brian. "I can't believe you remembered that." "I remember everything, and smile more today, honey," said the man, twisting Brian's shoulders, turning him towards the curtain. "They like that, and you've got a beautiful smile." "Thanks?" said Brian, biting his lip softly, trying to keep calm as he stretched out his fingers, staring at the sparkles emanating form his high glossed manicure. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1," said the man, counting down before suddenly the loudspeaker came on. "Judge,s please welcome once again this evening Brrrri--annnnna Kyyyylie Cartwheel Caaaaa--pelliiiii, Cheerrrrrr Elite's flipping machine!" As the curtain opened, he could feel the tug at his hamstrings, waiting anxiously for what was maybe only a half second as he stepped up just outside the curtain. That half second seemed like a month, yet once the first note played, Brian knew he couldn't hesitate or his routine would be immediately off. He smiled as big as he could, mindful of the stagehands advice and then his muscle memory took over as he flung his hands forward. Just that quickly he lunged, pressing his fingers to the ground and then felt the adrenaline rush as he kicked his feet over his head. When he landed the first cartwheel, he was right into the second one, instantly understanding what his mother meant regarding his manicure as he felt his weight press at his nails tips, feeling the strain yet not pop off. As he rounded off the third cartwheel, he landed perfectly in front of the judges, smiling as wide as he could during a momentary pause before he wasted no time swinging his arms up and flipping backwards. He had already mastered back handsprings like he was doing them all his life as he swung his toes over his head, landing two consecutive backward flips now. As he landed the second, he swung his arms into the air, striking a finishing pose and straightening his back. He could see the stone faced judges almost smirk, satisfied with his opening flips, feeling some confidence as he reached down, grabbing his pom poms, moving into his first cheer. "Can you hear it? That buzzing sound?" yelled Brian, bending one leg and cupping his hand next to his right ear. "I know you do! So get on your feet and buzz around." Up he went into the air into a high scissor pose, opening his legs and extending his arms. As much as he tried not to think about his boyish issues inside, he was self-conscious that the layers beneath his spandex were keeping him tight as his legs flew as open as they'd ever be. When his feet touched down, he couldn't help but glance down, feeling better that nothing looked awry and continued his cheer right on time. "Can you hear us? Yeah as we cheer! Cheer Elite girls! We've got the spirit," yelled Brian, before back flipping from a still position and as soon as he landed it, jumped right back into a scissor leap again before cupping his right ear now. "Can you hear it? That buzzing spirit! Shhhhhhhhhhh......" As he came to a stop, he pushed his index finger against his lips, playing up to the judges and then leaped forward into a front tuck. "Yeah Yeah! cheer spirit! screamed Brian. "Yell it out! Yeah cheer spirit! Yell it out girls. Yeah! Yeah! Yell it out! I'm Briana Capelli! So spin, scream, buzz and shout!" As he ended the cheer, he was turning in a circle and as he came out of the spin, he seamlessly bent back into a toe touch that lead into a back handspring. All his practice, training and even his years of flipping in the trampoline made him completely comfortable now as even when the routine gained in complexity, he felt comfortable with each perfectly choreographed trick. Standing double back handsprings into front handsprings and then into round-off multiple back handsprings, all felt like he was flipping with Lori in the backyard as he executed everything quite easily. His amazing flexibility doing bridges and front walkovers for years showed when he performed front tuck step outs and cartwheel back tucks. Each one on its own seemed to go smoothly, but he really wowed the judges when he strung together triples. His limber frame and well- conditioned athletic figure hummed like a well-oiled machine as he contorted his body into his last cheer with plenty of energy to spare. A quick crow hop and he leaned down, grasping his perfectly placed pom poms and up he came, grinning from ear to ear. "When you hear it! Yeah then you'll know!" Cheered Brian with his hands on his hips then up to daggers before sliding them up as daintily as he could into a touchdown celebration. "Our team will win! And we'll put on a show." Into the air he jumped into a back tuck flip. "Our battle cry! Goes like this! Ee-Oh-Ee-Oh! Go! Fight! Win!" With his pomp poms punching, he kicked high into the air, easily holding his leg unnaturally next to his ear before sliding down into a split. For the first time he felt the strain as he smashed his tucked member under all his weight, almost bringing him to tears before he popped right up to his feet. "When you see it! You won't believe your eyes! The scoreboard will light up! Our boys will almost fly," cheered Brian, feeling slightly winded. "Our battle cry will scare you off! Ee-Oh-Ee-Oh! Go, Fight Win! Go, Fight Win!" Into his last back handspring, he went flipping back twice and landing in a full split. He lifted his hands in the air, struggling to breathe as he had landed even more forcefully this time on his member. "Go, Fight, Win!" screeched Brian in the highest pitch girlish tone even he never expected from his mouth, almost feeling his eyes roll into the back of his head with his hands in the air. "Briana Capelli, Cheer Elite Junior All-Star." He could feel tears rolling down his cheeks, now hearing applause as he noticed the judges giving him a few strange looks and then whispering amongst themselves as he kept his pom poms up in the air, trying to catch his breath. He had landed this split a million times on the mat or stretchy trampoline floor in rehearsing his routine, never imagining it would knock the wind out of him in front of the judges. What Lori failed to warn him on was that there'd be no give on the ballroom wood floor, and even worse as good as he was at executing the split, he never practiced landing it with his family jewels in a tucked position. It was pain like nothing he had ever experienced before, suddenly knowing his pulled back manhood had never been meant to handle all of his weight. "Thank you Miss Capelli," said a judge. "We'll call you back in for our decision once this round is complete." As he hopped to his feet, he almost tipped over, feeling dizzy and nauseous as he hurried from the ballroom. He could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as he bounced off the wall and scurried to the ladies room, falling back dizzy on a porcelain throne inside a stall. He couldn't get his shorts and undergarments down fast enough, checking his appendages and spun to vomit but nothing came out. He sat, emptying his bladder girlie style before slowly but surely calming down after he shook away any last droplets from inside him. Within ten minutes, he tucked and composed himself before wiping any stray tears from his face in the bathroom vanity. Back to the dressing area he went, grabbing his pocketbook and touching up his face before finally feeling better as he saw texts of congratulations from Lori and Ricky. With about a half hour to kill before they'd be announcing the team, he couldn't take just staring at the wall anxiously, and texted back Lori that he was coming out. "You were unbelievable," said Lori, jumping him, hugging the minute he got outside. "Holy shit Brie!" "Really, you think I was that good?" said Brian, feeling great about things. "You think I made it?" "Absolutely!" said Lori, all excited before she whispered into his ear. "You ok? At the end I got worried. Were you hurt or just emotional?" "Kind of both I think?" whispered Brian. "What I landed on at the end we kind of didn't plan for?" "Ohhhhhhh?" gulped Lori, cringing, understanding. "But now?" "But I'm ok now I think," whispered Brian. "Do you think the judges noticed anything?" "Yes they noticed you're amazing," said Ricky, handing him a bouquet like yesterday. "No doubt the best of any girl they saw." "Thanks Ricky," said Brian, hugging him, loving his flattery and planting his biggest kiss yet on his cheek. "And you're both really biased, and some of these girls are amazing. I've seen them flipping everywhere in the backroom and hallway. Wow are they good, so I can only imagine them in front of the judges?" "And so is my daughter," said a voice, startling him. "I've never been more proud of a routine in my life." "Mom? Amy? Erica?" Brian was stunned. "You're all here? You all just watched that?" "Of course! I wouldn't have missed it for the world, and this time I knew about it. Plus I had friend that helped hook us up with some tickets," said his mother, winking at Ricky. "So that's what you two were talking about today behind my back?" said Brian, shooting Ricky a look. "A little bit," replied Ricky. "Please don't be mad?" "At you Ricky? Of course she isn't, and don't mind me, dear," said his mother, walking over, wiping the lipstick from Ricky's cheek. "She adores you obviously, and I purposely made sure we were out of sight so she wouldn't be distracted. You were fabulous Briana, and we all treasured it." "Yes, I loved it." Erica hugged him. "And you look so pretty up there. When you cried, we all cried." "It was quite impressive, Bri--anna," teased Amy, taking a turn hugging him and whispering into his ear. "And tomorrow we'll have to chat about how long you've been stealing my clothes?" "Capelli, Tucker, Taveras," yelled a man with a clipboard, poking out his head. "Back inside for the scoring please?" "Ohh gawwwdddd! This is it! This is the cutting," said Brian, taking a deep breath and looking at his family. "I gotta go! See you in a bit, and thanks for supporting me. It means a lot." Brian turned, heading back inside, trying to think positively as he funneled down the hall with a few other girls. Inside his nerves never felt so twisted as he they entered the room and he took a seat with the other competitors. "Girls, first and foremost I want to say that you all made this extremely difficult on us, and I wish we could take all of you," said a judge standing up. "That said, unfortunately you know we can only take five and before we announce our decisions, Judge Wilson will walk through the commitment you will need to abide by." "Thank you, Judge Smith," said Judge Wilson, who happened to be Ricky's mother, standing up. "Ok ladies our selection will be final and without appeal. Should any of you not agree to any of the requirements I'll be passing around, I must insist that you withdraw and leave the room before our decisions are announced. Is this understood?" A collective nod came from the dozen girls seated in the room, and then Judge Wilson walked around, handing each of them a multipage document. As they read through it, she spouted out the practice and commitment requirements, and then made each girl individually verbalize their understanding. It wasn't like any girl would back out anyway now, after how hard they trained, yet it all really sunk in for Brian that his commitment to being a cheerleader would be substantial for the next two weeks, as Judge Wilson called his name. "Yes, I'm committed, Judge Wilson," acknowledged Brian, standing and nodding, noticing his support group seated in the back. He was so close to his goal he could taste it, now up for the physical challenge, and crazy as it seemed, much more comfortable since his mother now was somewhat on board with his current rouse. "Tavares, Capelli and Clawson," said Judge Wilson. "Please stand and walk all the way to the left. You are group one." "Ok, here we go," whispered Brian to himself, feeling his palms grow sweaty, walking over with the other girls. "Tucker, Albano, Abreu and Murphy, Group 2 please in the middle," said Judge Wilson. "And Daniels, Schwartz, Watney, Lipton and Moreno, group 3 to the right, please." Brian's heart now sunk into his chest, seeing the last group that had five in it and suddenly recognized all this had been done for naught. Hair extensions, nails and being made up suddenly felt so ridiculous, as he have to come up with some new excuses about why he'd made such a fool of himself trying to be a girl. Maybe he should have gotten more cozy with Ricky he thought, as his flirting now seemed lame and to not be enough to overcome the cheer skills he may have lacked all along. He stood there just wanting this last minute of torture to end, feeling more like a little sissy wanting to cry or throw a tantrum than a young lady dealing with emotional stress. He bit his lip as Judge Wilson walked out in front of the desk and then bowed his, head ready to leave. "So group three thank you but you were not selected," said Judge Wilson. "You may go ladies." It was like a reprieve from the gas chamber as he was confused yet on full alert as the number didn't add up with a group of three and then four. "Congratulations group 2, you have been selected to the team and group one well... we have a little dilemma on our hands," said Judge Wilson, tapping her fingers together as she spoke. "You see it's much closer than we anticipated with you three, so we've decided to bring all three of you back again tomorrow for one last performance. Call it a tie breaker, ladies. You'll each have sixty seconds to win the spot with a routine of your choice that must involve all elements, so if you want the last coveted spot than come prepared to wow us with something truly unique. The girl that stands, dares to be different, maybe task a few risks and wins the day will be selected. Have a good night, girls." Brian's head was spinning even more than when he flipped and spun now as he searched his mind, trying to think of things he could do differently. It felt so fake hugging girls that had been selected already, and wishing good luck to the others he'd see again tomorrow, but that's exactly what he needed to do to be cordial. He was almost in a fog in the deepest of thought as he walked back through the corridor, mentally exhausted yet ready to brain storm with Lori as he came out from backstage, seeing only his mother waiting for him. "Hey honey," said his mother, hugging him. "You ok?" "I'm fine, mom," said Brian. "A little bummed, but where's Lori? I need her to plan things out with me." "She was already on that once she saw how the groupings were laid out," said his mother. "She's over in the cafeteria working through her ideas with Amy while you get changed." "Changed?" said Brian, caught off guard. "For what? I don't have any clothes with me, and I need to go home to practice mom." "Of course you do. I brought them for you," said his mother, escorting him towards the restrooms. "Come on, let's go in the private family restroom." "But mom, I'm tired and I'm not hungry at all," said Brian, as she locked the door behind them. "I need to focus on a whole new routine." "Oh honey, now is not the time to be difficult after we all came to support you," said his mother, unzipping his top and pulling it over his head. "What you actually need is to clear your mind a little." "Maybe, and I'm not trying to be, mom," said Brian as she knelt, pulling down his shorts and taking off his shoes and socks. "Then don't whine, please," said his mother, pulling a top from the bag and dropping it over his head. "You need clothes, and it looked so cute on you today, remember?" "When did you buy this?" asked Brian, completely surprised as she lifted his left leg, rolling up some tights. "I don't remember you buying me anything." "Well you weren't with me, honey," replied his mother, holding out a skirt as he had little choice but to step into it as she snugged it up his hips. "I went back for a few things while you were getting your hair done." "Buying me girls clothes?" Brian said as she dropped some boots in front of his feet to step into. "Why won't you tell me that?" "Why would I?" said his mother as she pulled the bow from his hair and plugging in a portable flat iron. "I'd rather you not have to borrow from Amy all the time, and after today I believe there appears to be a couple of things you may have failed to mention to me as well?" "Like what?" said Brian, annoyed as she let down his pony and began brushing through his hair. "You saw everything today." "What I see and what you tell me seem to still be two different things," said his mother, stretching some sections and flat ironing. "I already told you I love you anyway no matter what, but I know you too well? Either way I support you fully being Briana." "There's nothing different, mom," said Brian, flat ironing in the back. "I'm still the same person under here." "Maybe, but I'm pretty sure you may have omitted a few things from me, but that's ok," replied his mother, pulling down his puffy bump and pushing it to the side, dampening his hair with some spray. "I guess in time we'll talk more and let's just focus on making you pretty." "Thanks mom," said Brian as she flat ironed across his face, annoyed. "Weird as this feels? Let's please focus on that." "You're welcome, and eyes closed, let's keep this hair tamed." His mother saturated his head and patted it with her palm. "That and I may have omitted something to you as well, honey that you should know?" "I doesn't matter, mom," said Brian, looking up as she took a wipe to his lips. "I'm fine with whatever at this point." "Good because I guess you may not know, but Ricky asked me if he could take you to the movies tonight after the competition," said his mother as he removed his bright lipstick. "What? He asked you that?" Brian wanted to scream. "You're joking right? Why would he do that? Why would he ask you?" "Because he's a polite young man." His mother wiped off some blue eye shadow. "Please tell me you said no," Brian asked as she wiped softly near his cheeks. "Well why do you think you were trying on outfits, honey?" said his mother, opening a natural colored eye shadow pallet. "You like him and so do I, so of course I didn't. He's a sweetheart." "Why are you doing this to me, mom?" Brian was dying inside as she worked on his shadows. "When will you stop pushing and pushing and testing me?" "When I get the truth, Miss Briana Kylie," said his mother, screwing open a soft pink lip gloss. "I know you too well, but you're insisting on being this girlie girl, so guess what? That's what I'm letting you be and no way are we doing this behind my back." "I am not going out with him, mom," said Brian, pushing away her hand. "You setting me up on a date is over the line and..." "And nothing! Pucker up, Briana," His mother squeezed his face and rubbed on his lip gloss. "It's just a movie, and you're the one batting her eye lashes flirting, not me? We both know that's leading him on and the poor boy has treated you like gold. Flowers, candy and he's a doll, so the least you can do is have a nice casual date and better to be out with a cute boy than home worrying about tomorrow." "Moommm," whined Brian. "But you didn't tell him this was a date, right?" "Well no I didn't use those words in my discussions with him," said his mother, touching his cheeks with some softer pink blush. "But really that you're old enough to decide for yourself, aren't you?... Especially what you want out of this, so just try to relax and enjoy yourself. There's no competition. No cheer. No over the top glam look. It's just you out like any other cute teenager, and you look really pretty tonight! So let's go and save the drama queen act for someone who might believe you." His mother snapped her purse shut and folded up his cheer outfit, storming from the room as he wanted to die, ready to follow her outside. He turned, swallowing hard as he gazed at himself, actually now feeling more uncomfortable than he did even his first time stepping out as a curly headed cheerleader. With some tweaks to his hair and makeup, his mother had toned done his appearance and then he twisted, staring at his outfi,t remembering it was one of many that he tried on earlier that day. On his legs, black thigh high tights stretched, stopping at mid-thigh, showing for about six inches outside of his knee high boots. It was crazy to feel sexier with his legs mostly covered instead of fully on display in a cheer outfit and ankle socks, yet that's exactly how his black suede boots made him feel. With a small flat heel, they were easy to walk in, and cuffed over right at the knee, actually feeling quite comfortable. Above his tights, about five inches of his bare leg were on display before fading into his black flaring skirt that had a few soft tiered layers. On top, his open off the shoulder cotton purple chemise had three quarter length ruffed sleeves and ended barely covering his mid-rift, yet fully exposing his collar bones and shoulders. The form fitting design with a hint of embedded sparkle gave him such a delicate thin teenage appearance, and a series of thin silver bangles on his right wrist tingled as he moved. With his hair now completely flat ironed in a straight style from a right side part, it looked so long spanning down his back and sitting across his bare shoulders. Gone also were the bright eyeshadows and lip color, replaced now with natural soft pinks on his lids and cheeks. His big lashes and cat like liner still drew you into his eyes, and his lips sparkled now in a more subtle, natural pink gloss. He stepped from the room, following his mother like a puppy dog with his tail between his legs, looking down at the floor, scared at what he'd gotten himself into. Being more than a flirt was never really on the agenda, even though he knew being on a real date with Ricky might even be more important than ever now. He really did think he was talented enough to win this on his own, yet had always strung this boy along to hopefully influence Ricky's mother just in case. The just in case situation though now came not even of his own doing, yet as he thought to himself that like it or not, maybe it might be for the best? He focused on getting his mind in the right frame of mind as they walked through the conference, but even as the time came it was much harder than he imagined. "Ok, she's ready," said his mother as they stopped in the cafeteria. "Sorry for the delay." "Wow! No worries, we've got plenty of time," said Ricky as his eyes lit up at seeing Brian. "That's a ...a ..ahhh... great outfit, Briana." "Thanks! Glad you like it," smiled Brian, seeing how he was looking at him, leaning towards one hip. "It was such a hectic morning shopping with my mother and Erica, so I barely remember what I picked out anymore." "Me either, because she tried on so many things, probably dying to look hot for you?" said Erica, innocently. "Erica," her mother scolded with a smirk. "They're both anxious on a first date, so don't make them more nervous, honey." "Mom! Didn't we just talk about that!!"! Mumbled Brian in a whining tone, hating she said that word, looking at her like he wanted to kill her and then grabbing Ricky's hand, ready to scream, turning to pull away. "Time to go!" "Sure, and I'll bring her home right after, Mrs. Capelli," said Ricky, stopping them for a moment. "I know tomorrow is important for her and she's probably already tired." "Thank you, and you kids have a nice time." His mother rolled her eyes at Brian. "Please Ricky, let's go now, ok?" said Brian softly, looking up into his eyes, wanting to scream hearing his mother utter that word again. "Please." "You don't have to ask me twice, Briana," said Ricky, sweeping his hair from his eyes and gazing into them. "I've wanted to take you out since the first moment I saw you." "Ok." Brian nodded softly, turning away completely mortified, allowing Ricky to wiggle his fingers between his before mumbling to himself. "Ohh gawwwdd." "Don't forget your bag and your coat, sis?" said Amy, seeing his angst, holding open a coat and handing him a black pocketbook. "And I switched your stuff for you sis, so now everything matches, because if it didn't with her, your whole date would be ruined." "Oh thanks," replied Brian, dying to get away from them as he slid his arms inside the jacket. As she lifted his hair onto the coat and he positioned the strap of the pocketbook over his shoulder, he knew he was wearing her favorite suede crop jacket with silver buckles and carrying one of her Coach bags. She could be a good sister one minute and a total bitch the next, but at this moment any extra layer between him and Ricky would be comforting as off they went. He had been led by the hand before by Ricky, but it felt so different now, knowing his family witnessed their fingers intertwined and walking as a couple. He really was a gentleman for a teenager, holding open the door and re-grasping his hand ever so gently after each time he let go as they walked through a series of big glass doors out of the conference center. Having his arm around him in the chilly night as they walked a few blocks wasn't that bad, as the prior night wasn't as chilly, and they had hopped right in a cab. The cold evening now was so different, blowing up his skirt and destroying his hair, as there was no big bow or scrunchie keeping it tied down, and no warm cab to protect his thighs. Any notions of what the hell was he doing was a thing of the past rather quickly, as he was out in the elements being held by a boy like he was providing him shelter. He was never happier to see the warm theater as they hurried inside, as he could care less what was showing anyway. "Get whatever tickets you want and I'll be right back," said Brian, sweeping the mess from his eyes hurrying off to the ladies room. He quickly understood the nature of clips and ponytails on windy days, barely seeing through his rat's neck as he entered the bathroom. What had been a sleek style from a side part had quickly transitioned to a disaster, as he lifted the long mess from his eyes and dug out a brush from his pocketbook. It took only but a few minutes to fix his part and sweep his hair back into place before saturating it in a sticky hairspray. A quick touch up on his lips actually felt refreshing from the chapped feeling from the cold night, and then he smiled, checking his teeth as it suddenly came over him. To his left and his right were other girls fussing like he was, trying to look their best and then any sting from the cold had been replaced by the sting of reality that he was just another girl out with a date. He could delay the inevitable no longer, snapping closed his pocketbook before being almost pushed aside by the next girl vying for valuable mirror space as he turned towards the door. He wanted that slot on the team more than anything, and knew as much as his mother meddled, this date was on him anyway. Sure he was flattered that this handsome young man had taken to him much more than he ever imagined, and in some ways he enjoyed the attention. His ego of being adored by the audience when performing had already been satisfied so really the only thing left was the quest for the team. He knew he had gone over the line now, yet there was no turning back for as clear as his agenda was to him to win the spot on the team, what he would need to get Ricky's help to cement it if he even could or would, was quite fuzzy. Just as fuzzy was what Ricky expected on this date, even though he was completely aware of how much Ricky liked him. He'd already gone too far down this path to not keep playing the flirty role as he walked back into the lobby, seeing him awaiting with the tickets and then gulped, hard stepping back into character as Briana. "Hey?" smiled Brian, wandering towards him, clutching his pocketbook. "Miss me?" "Of course," smiled Ricky, wasting no time putting his arm around his back. "Feel better now?" "Yeah," Brian joked. "And hopefully I look a little better now too that you can at least see my face?" "I don't know," teased Ricky, pulling some of Brian's hair into his eyes. "I kind of liked trying to find your eyes through all this." "Heeeeey!" Brian playfully slapping him and flipped back his long hair out of his eyes. "I thought you thought I was cuter than that!" "You know I do, right?" Ricky clutched his hand. "Maybe?" Brian looked up at him, batting his lashes and then sliding his fingers between Ricky's. "So should we go in?" "Sure," said Ricky as they started walking together and handed in their tickets. "Hope you're good with a horror movie." "I'm good with whatever you want," said Brian, rubbing thumbs. "We could have gone anywhere. I'm just here for the company." "Oh Brie--," Ricky lifted his free hand and touched Brian's hair softly, looking down at him, leaning down his face. "But since we are here, let's get some popcorn," said Brian, quickly moving away. "My treat, Ricky." "Uuumm no no, Brie," said Ricky, after almost kissing air. "It's on me. You're my date, remember?" "Like I could ever forget?" said Brian, nuzzling in against him, putting his arm around Ricky's back. "You're so sweet and so nice and warm. One large popcorn and two coke's please. We can share, right?" "Sure, whatever you want is fine," said Ricky, loving being held by Brian. "Cool," said Brian, taking his soda and clutching Ricky's arm as he held the big popcorn and his own soda. "And I'll remember you said that when I'm a pain in the ass later." "You?" laughed Ricky. "That's hard to believe." "I know, right?" Giggled Brian, sliding down his hand, giving a little pinch on Ricky's ass. "And that's not funny?" Brian knew he had him eating out of his hand now, yet he also knew he had taken Ricky's comfort level with him also up a notch. He instantly got a little nervous as Ricky led him towards the back row of the movie and then thought maybe he flirted a bit too much, as he stopped holding out his hand for Brian to slide down the row first. "Hey give me your coat, babe," said Ricky, as Brian almost died at the reference, not even able to react as Ricky's glided off his coat. He could feel the tingling in his body now as he sat down, knowing he was trapped between the wall and his date, nervously sipping his soda as they settled into their seats. When Ricky placed the popcorn down on his lap for them to share it as the previews came on, he instantly wished they were in darkness, as is was still light enough to not miss the tent in his pants next to the popcorn bucket. "Uuugggghhhh! Grosssss." Brian slightly convulsed for a second as he almost vomited into his own mouth, thinking from a guy's perspective and knowing exactly what he would be thinking of in Ricky's shoes. Of course it was the ultimate compliment that he aroused his date, yet even in full flirt mode, that was more than he wanted to think about. He needed a minute to settle his nerves and accept this was just natural, feeling an unpleasant chill down his spine. "You ok, Brie?" Ricky was genuinely concerned, rubbing his back and lifting the bucket towards him. "Here eat some popcorn. It'll do you good, as you probably have an empty stomach." "You're right" said Brian, feeling better eating it and happily placing the bucket on his own lap. "Thanks." After three or four handfuls, his stomach did settle down and then slowly but surely he found himself leaning in towards Ricky. In a way, Ricky softly touching his back and playing with his hair a little bit was better than any alternative as he figured this really wasn't that bad. With every little flinch or movement, he found himself cuddling closer, but in a way that was fine as long as it kept Ricky busy. Sure, he wished he wasn't in an off the shoulder top where he wouldn't be touching his flesh, but it was better than having to touch anything that he wanted absolutely no part of. When the movie was boring at first, he found his head resting on Ricky's left shoulder and wasn't even sure how his left elbow had got bent up so they could hold left hands with Ricky's arm around their shoulder. Even a squeeze every now and then during a scary part wasn't that bad, and even Ricky's face leaning against the top of his head at least kept it from turning towards his. After an hour and a half of cuddling and mild whispering, Brian hoped he had kept everything calm and really he figured he could deal with this. If he had to just cozy up to Ricky for the chance he could help than it would be well worth it, until he got a cramp in his neck and let go of Ricky's left hand. "One sec ok?" said Brian, twisting towards Ricky and knocking the popcorn bucket to the floor. "Oh shit! I mean sorry! Excuse my French." "It's about empty, anyway," said Ricky, kicking away the bucket having a laugh. "But who knew you had such a mouth on you, Briana?" "Sorry," smirked Brian, giving him a little nudge. "And trust me, there's plenty you don't know about me." "Forgiven, and I can't wait to know everything about you, especially after you win tomorrow and make the team," said Ricky, turning his face with his hand gently. "You really think I'm making it?" asked Brian, feeling himself quiver. "I'm just not sure, and I've been trying not to think about it." "Sorry I brought that up and made you think about it. But.....?" Ricky stroked his hair so softly. "You're everything they want, and I'm sure Lori and you will whip up something creative and unique that will put them over the top." "You think that's all it will take," said Brian, closing his eyes. "Because I guess I'm mentally trying to prepare myself to do more, and honestly freaking the fuck out inside if you couldn't tell." "Stay calm, and I'll excuse your French again as long as you'll excuse mine," said Ricky, sliding his hand down under hi