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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Ten To class they went giggling and laughing with each other as quickly the day was in full motion. When rehearsal time came, Bryce was all business making sure to nail every step with his partner never concerned like Ralph was, that he nailed his ass. As Ralph tried to engage him in small talk, he'd just change the subject to the show and their time together would be more limited with each having numbers with other partners as they practiced the dance off. When it ended, Bryce would be out before Ralph could even chase him down for a chat and into bed he went still salty about their earlier exchange. Texts and calls would not be answered or even reviewed with his phone purposely off, as he drifted off to dreamland struggling to fight the urge to peek at it. As much as it was not something he liked that Brooke had done it seemed to clarify things Brooke had put in his head previously about Ralph. They were things he really didn't want to believe giving Ralph the benefit of the doubt having treated him so well previously but with the show just two days away he tried to tell himself it wouldn't matter. That he was an actress and maybe his confused feelings were as tangled as his life and character had become. When he woke up that next morning things would be so hectic he'd have no time to fret or even reflect with Ronnie and the crew's planned house call. He'd barely be out of the shower when they were already having coffee with his parents summoning him. In a bathrobe with wet hair he'd head downstairs just as they planned not surprised to see the living room rearranged. With coffee table replaced by an elevated chair and his father's recliner displaced by a makeup station he felt uneasy yet expected the set up. Extension cords criss- crossed across the carpet to power hair tools and a few big lights would have him step carefully to greet his guests but after some quick morning greeting hugs the whirl wind began. It would be a final rehearsal of the between scenes fire drill where they changed Sandy from her innocent self into a sexy woman AKA "Bad girl Sandy" with his parents looking on and his father horrified. Just like they'd planed it though, Bryce would stand in front of the makeup chair obediently like he rushed in off stage and the second the blow dryer turned off Ronnie clicked his stop watch. Instead of his prior act costume off came his robe as they simulated the change and down to his birthday suit went Bryce allowed to have no shame. A twist and a turn would have his mother gasp as back went the last sign of her son quickly taped into place as making a delicate diva was rough work at both ends as through his locks went a stiff brush. Confident they'd handled what could be stiff could no longer, it would already be time to step into the first garment while they raked through his hair. When a special nude stretchy undergarment came up next her child would soon have child rearing hips of his own and further cinching of his already tiny waist reveal not a bump in sight. She watched captivated as they took what little chest flesh existed on his thin body and created some minor cleavage atop his adhered silicon inserts in a firm strapless bra. Into an elevated chair he now hopped on cue as extension cords stretched at each side of him and Ronnie checked the stop watch noting the time as the real work began. As a sponge attacked his face and his hair was divided into two sections to curl, the pampered starlet was being triple teamed and more than her fake curves were now rapidly taking shape. Two hairdresser's working in harmony turning his straight locks into teased curls under the power of a stop watch, while Ronnie did his face and dressed him would need to be done three times flawless before they considered it a down pat. With each trial, they'd strip him down, wipe away his face and straighten his hair only to start over before the third time was a charm and Ronnie declared it a success. Thankfully they didn't need more trials as they were amazing professionals and Ronnie assiduous. Who would be tired instead would be his parents watching the whole time as even knowing how much went into this to make Bryce the girl he'd need to be, felt drained even though they never lifted a finger or moved an inch. As the make shift dressing area was broken down and the living room restored, Bryce made his way over to the hallway mirror checking the look and channeling the character. He'd have his own "Bad Sandy" moment practicing the expressions and wiggle in the reflection before heading to school for the final Ridel High day as his house served as the temporary carnival set and even after watching it all come together his father still looked stunned. In a black off the shoulder sleeveless top a hint of cleavage had been pushed up on display and beneath it an elastic belt would accentuate his now curvy thin frame. Stretchy skin tight faux leather shinny high waisted leggings delivered the hips and ass atop the hidden padding that would make every boy's neck snap and a black leather jacket he held over his shoulder would help deliver the bad girl. Spikey red mule stilettoes would match the red satin interior of his leather coat and wonderfully compliment the bold scarlet lip he now rocked. With his bangs twisted into his head of teased blonde curls that was pushed to one side and gold hoops in his ears they had nailed her iconic look that would give the boys heart attacks as she strutted by, with his father included. "Ok," said Bryce turning towards his parents. "Seems like we aced it and really have this conversion down pat!" "Seems we do?" said his father looking disgusted. "Don't we Bryce." "I'm sorry dad," gulped Bryce feeling bad. "I wasn't thinking about how that must have been hard on you?" "Oh he's fine honey and you look so beautiful," interrupted his mother giving her husband a dirty look before embracing Bryce. "I can hardly believe this show is almost here." "Me either," said Bryce getting emotional. "And if I didn't say it thank you. Thanks for everything." "Oh stop! And of course you're welcome," said his mother wiping a tear before turning serious holding his hands looking into his eyes. "Now don't! You'll get me in big trouble if I make you emotional and ruin that gorgeous face before school." "Yeah, let's not," smiled Bryce taking a breath fanning himself fighting back the tears. "I can get in enough trouble on my own." "In that outfit with your figure? Absolutely?" joked his mother taking a good look at him. "But are those really the shoes you'll be out there in? I think I'd break my neck in those?" "Yeah a bit higher than the ones in the movie but they feel they make more of a statement," said Bryce twisting his ankle showing off the sky high red mule. "Really everything with me has always been to make one. And I'm fine in them mom." "As long as you can handle them dear?" said his mother shaking her head looking down at the shoe. "Remember to pack your purse dear?" "Yes mom," sighed Bryce standing tall. "All packed." "Extra hairspray?" questioned his mother opening and checking it for him. "Those curls can flop fast and you'll need it." "Been in curls plenty of times as you know mom and they'll be there to fix them if they do," laughed Bryce patting his hairdo. "Straight or curly you see the team I'll have helping me don't you?" "But not until class is over and red lipstick easily shows on those teeth so you have to be on top of checking that as well honey," said his mother nervously rummaging through his bag. "You know dressed like this everyone will be staring at you in school!" "And I'm more worried about dad than I am my curls or my smile or what anyone thinks," said Bryce looking over his mother's shoulder at his father standing there looking sickened. "So while you're worried about all that, I'm worried about him, so before I go, I'm sorry you had to watch that dad?" "Why should you be sorry?" said his father leaning against the wall. "Maybe it's me that should be sorry since I was the one hard on you making you play football or baseball." "You weren't dad," Shrugged Bryce looking down at the floor. "It's what everyone was doing but I'm sorry I disappointed you at it." "Don't say that," said his mother chiming in. "You've never disappointed us in anything." "Mom, please," said Bryce cutting her off. "I'm talking to dad and even you know I sucked at sports." "That you did," laughed his father standing tall now looking him dead in the face from across the room. "And maybe forcing you to play I wasn't thinking straight? But if you don't mind me asking since I've been looking at you like this for weeks now? Are you?" "An actress that's taken to this better than I expected that you'll need to see kiss a boy?" said Bryce fanning out his hands a bit ashamed before dropping them back down. "Yes dad." "So by that you mean?" started his father before pausing and tossing up his hands himself now. "Forget it. Just focus on the role and don't let me screw up your mind." "You think my mind's not screwed up already dressed like this?" said Bryce shooting him a funny look. "Hope not or you will fall on your face in those shoes," joked his father walking towards him and softly patting his arm as he walked by. "But love you either way daddy's girl." "Dad please don't say shit like that because channeling what I need to be the girl I am does screw with your emotions and you'll be the one making me a mess not mom," said Bryce spinning around towards his father and getting emotional. "So please don't." "Fine I'll just shut up and get back to my routine since all your people threw me off my morning schedule," laughed his father walking over grabbing the newspaper. "You girls confuse the shit out of me." "And hopefully in less than half an hour since I have to get ready for work?" said his mother yelling at him as he walked off. "Make sure you turn the exhaust fan on honey." "And on that note," laughed Bryce holding his face shaking his head hearing the bathroom door slam. "I gotta go mom!" "Sure leave me with the old grouch," smiled his mother air kissing his cheeks. "But you know he loves you and means well." "For once I think I do," smiled Bryce giving her a last hug. "Bye mom." Out the door scurried Bryce to the uber waiting for him outside reviewing the script for his entrance as he knew the cameras would be rolling when he got there. They'd want some shot of the sexy Sandy strolling across the grounds and want to film the reaction. It was easy work as he got there already knowing how to play things up like a pin up and then after ten minutes of strutting like a bad girl he'd get to catch up on his way into school with the girls. "Damn girl," snarled Marcy checking him as he strutted over. "Cha Cha has got nothing on you?" "Since everything you see on me is artificial I'm thinking you all do," joked Bryce hugging Marcy. "Like there's not plenty of artificial shit filling bras in this show," joked Brooke as she took a turning hugging Bryce. "You girls mind giving me a minute with her." "No problem," said Gracie getting in her greeting hug. "Because if I hang around next to her too long like this I'll never get laid again with the way she looks." "As if," grinned Bryce rolling her eyes. "She's right though and even though we're outside," said Brooke as they walked off. "You know there's no smoking in school right?" "Forgot it was even there and it's not lit?" said Bryce pulling the cigarette for the side of his lips. "They had me doing some shots and it's just a prop." "And your supposed to be more than one yourself yet still so blonde," laughed Brooke looking him up and down. "So not what I meant you gorgeous bitch." "Thank you," laughed Bryce shaking it off. "And sorry, had kind of a stressful morning. With the crew getting me ready in my own living room with parents watching them yanking at my hair turned out to be less painful then my dad asking me questions later tugging at my brain." "Yet will still result in an awful lot of tugging and yanking in the men's room today," said Brooke teasing him. "But I can only imagine bad girl?" "Not funny," smirked Bryce trying not to laugh at his own angst. "And ya' can't! You know what my dad is like, so I almost can't describe what it was like to watch him stare at me while they turned me over and over into this." "A man's man like him? You poor thing," acknowledged Brooke, cringing a little. "That had to be scary." "And emotional and confusing," said Bryce getting choked up a little thinking back. "But in a way even scarier that while my mother as always was delivering her support of my acting that today my father asked me if I was gay." "But you're not gay," reacted Brooke. "So you told him that right?" "Not exactly but in the end I think maybe he was saying he'd accept if I was?" said Bryce feeling uncomfortable. "Although I'm still not sure." "But again.... you're not gay!" stated Brooke emphatically before looking at him a bit puzzled. "You can't be? Or are you seriously telling me something and don't you dare bullshit me Bryce?" "All I'm telling you is that I can't keep what actually happened from Ralph," said Bryce looking own at his feet flexing his shiny red toes. "I don't want him to feel like he's gay if he doesn't consider what we've actually done together as gay..... And I may not have told you or admitted what all the girls assumed but I already had sex with him that night after the movie so technically I am." "And even though I should have told you, but I didn't, partly because it wasn't my place and partly because I wanted to, but I was mad at you," admitted Brooke looking him dead in the face. "You didn't." "What do you mean I didn't and you should have told me?" said Bryce getting angry. "I've been dying to, but you were drunk, and I was... started Brooke before pausing breaking eye contact looking down. "Well the one that brought you home not Ralph." "Huuuggghhh!" sighed Bryce covering his mouth. "You!" "interrupted a girl so drunk she can't even remember me doing it," started Brooke softly touching his arm. "And wow I love the subtle change with the stiletto mules. Those are gorgeous on you." "interrupted me being intimate with my boyfriend?" Yelled Bryce pushing her hand off him. "And don't you even think about changing the subject Brooke." "Fine!" Shrugged Brooke. "interrupted you before you made a mistake." "How dare you Brooke?" Scolded Bryce digging his nails inside his curls wanting to yank his hair out. "You are not my girlfriend anymore! So how could you?" "But not totally a heartless bitch so maybe I should have been!" started Brooke before getting defensive. "And shouldn't you have told me you never told your mom we broke up? She's texts me every day worried about you and I'm pretty sure thinks when you're out it's with me?" "That is so not the same," said Bryce miffed tossing up his hands. "And if I did she'd have thought that I was gay and something really was up with Ralph." "Didn't you just tell you were accepting the gay shit and something is always up with Ralph!" Fought back Brooke. "Every fucking second around you, and tell me you didn't love it that way!" "That I turned him on? Of course I did?" admitted Bryce. "That I would have rather turned you on but you dumped me! What do you think the answer is?" "The answer is you make a better woman than I ever will and I hate you for it," said Brooke as a tear dropped down her cheeks as she scolded him. "I hate you taking my part! I hate you for taking my ex! I really hate you being the desire of even straight guys that don't even look at me anymore, and I really really fucking hate that you're so damn beautiful." "Stop that! And this is not you Brooke," said Bryce trying to calm her. "I know how hard all this has been on you, but I know you don't really hate me! Don't say these things Brooke." "Think again girlfriend because you know it is! Trust me I'm a fucking manipulative bitch that should have told you things but had a laugh and enjoyed the drama instead" said Brooke wiping her cheek and scolding him with her teeth clenched. "And I totally fucking hate that in everything you put on you're so fucking sexy! ....Just not enough to let him hammer you while you were hammered, violate you while were vulnerable or push his dick deeper down your throat than he should have." "And it wasn't going to be like that," defended Bryce. "We worked our way up to that point and I was doing what every good girlfriend does. Everything was consensual!" "Except our breakup, which was manipulated," said Brooke rolling her eyes at him. "So maybe I hate more than anything, that you didn't fight harder to keep me but ultimately not enough to let you think you lost your other virginity to boy that's not good enough for you." "You saying that now is almost worse than everything else you just said," said Bryce slapping her across the face and then pointed at her. "How dare you! I would have done anything for you! You broke my heart." "And you slapped me!" said Brooke holding her jaw stunned. "After I just told you the truth about everything! I can't believe you?" "But believe that just like this version of Sandy I may still be a sweetheart and always care about you but I am a changed woman," said Bryce with his hands on his hips. "Now I'm sorry I slapped you, but are you going to tell Ralph what you did or should I?" "You think some stretch pants and a leather jacket make you a tough girl," smirked Brooke shaking it off. "You let me deceive him and not my boyfriend so not my problem." "And neither is what occurs in my love life anymore," Snapped back Bryce. "So stay away from it." "Ok you go girl, but if you're going to be that type of bad bitch then I guess you'll be letting him stew that you evened the score thinking you fucked him," snarled back Brooke taking no shit. "Because that's what a girlfriend with the upper hand does blondie, or maybe you still are just some slap happy curly headed wall flower." "Who woke up to fresh cut flowers every day with him feeling bad about how he handled himself after he thinks I did, that my parents think the studio sent," smiled Bryce. "So as painful as all this hate talk was thanks, since now I really can do this the right way when I let him have sex with his girlfriend and fix the mess you created! Oh and I like your shoes today too Frenchy." "Go fuck yourself slut," yelped Brooke as off woke Bryce. "Rather my boyfriend fuck my brains out instead," grinned Bryce never looking back wiggling away. "But I guess we'll soon see if he thinks I look as sexy today as you do." Across the courtyard strutted Bryce all smiles seeing Ralph combing back his slicked hair while bullshitting with the fellas. He'd stop allowing them to soak in the sexy Sandy as she slid off her leather jacket and tossed it over her shoulder but before it barely grazed his back Ralph had run over. Their good mornings had been exchanged for a lip lock as before even a word was uttered they were twirling tongues. It was not the type of kissing that would be permitted on the stoop of the school entrance yet there would not be a teacher that could stop it. His left leg bent back with his heel in the air would symbolize his girly submission as he clung to his lover yet be the only display of his own trapped arousal that would lift upwards into the air. Their weight shift would soon be followed by, instead of his heel touching ground, his knee would be sliding upward into his boyfriend's crotch. It would be a silent message of thirsty lust before the day had begun and Ralph's slight moan as he squeezed his girl's ass pulling him in tighter would confirm the message delivered. Into school they went after the moment, to repair his lips and spray the curls, as the Bad Sandy would be all the rage. On the eve of the show he was indeed the star of the school, posing with students and even teachers like a starlet. With everyone enjoying the last day festivities, as Ridel classes were light on this Friday, yet show pressures were mounting. Off to the final rehearsal they went, working deep into the night on the Carnival and finale until excitement had been replaced by exhaustion and ready or not the real production would soon be upon them. After some hugs of relief and orders for everyone to get a good night sleep, Bryce would have different ideas, excusing himself quickly, saying his goodbyes and pulling Ralph from his conversation. By the hand, past the entire cast and out of school never saying another word to anyone they went oddly out the back door, never looking back. He'd have plans of his own he cared to not even share with Ralph pulling him right into an awaiting uber and looking at him with a mischievous grin. Questions about where they would be headed would be met with lip locks instead of words, as into the night they went. It would be one last date in character before they'd both need to wake up with uncertainty about where this was headed and decide if they'd truly be more than co-stars. This night though would be about passion and not discussion, as nothing needed to be said with Ralph never more stimulated with this provocative Bad Sandy leading the way. That next day the cast would be on pins and needles, arriving hours early for final walk through and small brush ups. There'd be no pressure for full rehearsals again even though some groups scheduled things on their own, as the teachers would love them wanting to perfect last things but also need them relaxed. When eventually Bryce walked in late which was certainly out of character all eyes would be upon him yet dark sunglasses would hide his face and a silk head scarf enclose his curls. He'd yet to have his normal pep in his step gulping a huge coffee like it was a soda as he wandered quietly through the scattered cast with the sounds only he made coming from his clicking high heels. It was eerily odd that he wasn't the perky darling that usually walked in, as some assumed it was jitters and others that maybe he needed a jolt, tossing away the lipstick stained cup pouring himself another. "So it's kind of a big day and you don't seem yourself?" said Brooke walking over. "You ok?" "Not really," said Bryce not making eye contact under the sunglasses. "But I'm still processing it." "Ok then?... And I'm sure I'm the last person you want to hear this from, with whatever shit your processing but...." questioned Brooke seeing him sipping another coffee. "Why are you dressed already and aren't you in the wrong outfit?" "Kind of the only one I had with where I woke up this morning," Answered Bryce not even turning to look at her. "Oh?" gulped Brooke staring at his back. "Then I guess I'm happy for you." "Are you really?" said Bryce turning around and sliding down his big round sunglasses to make eye contact. "Not sure what I am, except sorry about yesterday and for lots of things," said Brooke looking at him with big puppy dog eyes. "And maybe you better change before someone that matters notices since it's already almost 2 in the afternoon?" "Told you I have changed?" said Bryce stretching his nails not even looking at her. "Remember?" "How could I forget?" said Brooke not amused rolling her eyes at him. "Good then help me off with this stupid thing," grinned Bryce lifting his chin for her to untie the silk scarf. "Sure," said Brooke as she gently pulled off the silk scarf. "So how did you forget a change of clothes when you obviously didn't forget all your make up or a curling iron because maybe you fixed your face, but scarf or not no way did you wake up with all those curls looking that good?" "No my hair was a wreck and my face even worse," laughed Bryce fluffing his curls. "That was all Ronnie last minute working his magic." "When he should have straightened your hair for the first act and those curls look even tighter?" said Brooke fixing few springy curls. "That makes no sense?" "And neither does the fact that after I seduced my boyfriend, got his clothes off and gave him the girl that he wanted lubed up with him pushing at the back door that," explained Bryce turning redder than his blush. "Well... I realized he wasn't the one that I wanted." "So you couldn't go through with it?" questioned Brooke holding her chest concerned. "Sex no," said Bryce shaking his head. "But me being the bitch you made me become, and a diva making demands for personnel changes in the show that were granted. You see Mrs. Abel standing across the room watching our conversation don't you?" "So instead of you getting fucked, you were still that mad you fucked me?" Gasped Brooke looking flush. "You got me fired?" "All day yesterday all I wanted was to do both those things but no," admitted Bryce looking very serious. "Woke up in the arms of a boy, cuddling, seeing the disappointment on his face, feeling like nothing more than an actress who had an audition today that she almost blew off, for someone that I'm pretty sure was only interested in being blown off himself." "I'm so sorry," said Brooke holding her chest. "An audition?" "Thanks but don't be and yes. I picked myself up, showered some of my sorrow down the drain and showed up for my audition like this for a few hours ago," said Bryce striking a girly pose. "And shockingly it went really well so I won't be getting my hair straightened anytime soon." "You got a part as a girl," said Brooke wide eyed. "Apparently I do make a decent girl in curls so they had me pull on a snakeskin skirt over the leggings and sung a few rock songs like we've done in your bedroom so many times," said Bryce half joking and half serious. "Plus who knew beside Ronnie that Sandy's curls from the fifties can quickly be modified to look like they're from the eighties and then next thing I knew was I was offered the role to play Sherrie in Rock of Ages." "Oh my gawwddd, Bryce," said Brooke grabbing both of his hands shaking with excitement for him. "Are you shitting me?" "No you realized right away they looked a little tighter," joked Bryce, making light of it. "But I am going to have to get a perm and a lot more extensions sewn in this time." "Please get serious Bryce?" said Brooke filled with nervous energy. "This is all crazy!" "Was not shitting you but was beyond shitty to you yesterday, so it's me that's really sorry," said Bryce getting emotional. "Yes things have gotten crazy, but I do know who you really are inside Brooke so I am going to do anything I can to make it up to you." "No matter what, you'd never need to," said Brooke almost breaking him as she hugged him. "But that means a lot to me." "I'm glad because what means a lot to me is we still have time," said Bryce pushing back from the hug. "So we can't waste a lot more on me or you will have to wear that wig I know you'd rather you didn't. So how about you get moving over to the hair people who are waiting patiently and you're going to look great as a blonde Brooke." "What do you mean?" said Brooke a bit stunned. "I mean you're going to get what you've wanted all along and which is why Mrs. Abel has been standing over there waiting for an answer from you," said Bryce taking out his phone and starting to text. "I'm stepping aside and I'm texting Ralph to come over to tell him as well, but I wanted you to know first." "Only a few hours before the show?" said Brooke not believing it. "You know every song and every step so please just get along with him for the show's sake and can I give her the thumbs up so she knows you agreed," said Bryce taking her hand. "You can't seriously be quitting?" said Brooke still stunned as Ralph walked in on their conversation. "Wait what's this about?" said Ralph confused as he got there. "Quitting what?" "The show and giving up my scholarship?" said Bryce looking at them both. "Plus Claire Downs has been studying hard as your understudy Brooke and she could really use the scholarship more than anyone." "No way babe," said Ralph dumbfounded. "So this was because of your audition?" "Was because of everything, but ultimately yes?" Huffed Bryce looking at Ralph. "But now's not the time for any of that so can I tell Mrs. Abel you're good with it all now Brooke?" "No I'm not good with anything with you right now!" said Brooke staring at him like he had two heads. "Do you even know what you're saying?" "That we're not getting back together even after all this is over so I'm not good with things between us either," said Bryce looking into her eyes and then softly touching her face before leaning in kissing her. "Although that was really nice and I always thought we would." "Until she found me," said Ralph pushing Brooke aside and taking over kissing his girlfriend. "A real man! Right babe?" "Which I still am as well so absolutely not," said Bryce stepping back. "Will treasure some of our moments, but breaking up with you too, tough guy." "Which makes even less sense now that you'll be Sherrie," Huffed Brooke rolling her eyes. "But you're no longer worried about me kissing my ex?" "Who maybe shouldn't be? Since I'm thinking you two deserve each other," said Bryce adjoining their hands. "Shouldn't a manipulative bitch be with the manipulative son of a bitch?" "Yeah?" smirked Brooke pulling away her hand. "But still can't stand his guts and I'm not that good an actress so I'll stick with being Frenchy." "Good," said Ralph annoyed with her. "I can't stand you either." "Are you nuts Brooke!" scolded Bryce. "This is your dream. It's the second chance you would have killed for." "No, you're the only second chance I'd kill for and you're obviously not starting on a new show that fast," said Brooke stepping in and pulling him in kissing him deeply. "Now go get your hair flat ironed since you're the right girl for this role or I'm telling your dad that you really do like kissing boys, been lying about being out with me and you are gay." "Not gay," smirked Bryce letting out a breath shaking his head before getting stern. "And you have any idea how hard I pushed for you to do this instead of me. What a fight it was! What a bitch I had to be!" "So you're saying you finally fought hard to keep me," smirked Brooke taking his hand. "If so it's about time you freaking diva." "Not fair saying that but yes!" smiled Bryce squeezing her hand before ordering her. "So you're doing it!" "With you if at all meaning we both are," said Brooke wiggling her fingers between his. "You do the opening and the end including any parts you have to kiss the asshole? Deal?" "Well he is a good kisser so I guess I could?" said Bryce as they rubbed thumbs and he lifted his other thumb up towards Mrs Abel. "But please don't call him that." "Fine?" laughed Brooke rolling her eyes at Ralph before touching Bryce's face lovingly starting to sing. "I got chills, they're multiplying... And I'm losing control." "Cause the power you're supplying," laughed Bryce starting to sing. "It's electrifying." "You better shape up then," sung Brooke circling around him. "'Cause I need a man...And my heart is set on you." "You better shape up," sang Bryce leaning back looking at her grabbing his chest. "You better understand! To my heart I must be true." "Then nothin' left for me to do," sang Brooke wiggling her shoulders. "Left to do!" "You're the one that I want," sang Bryce looking into her eyes. "You're the one that I... Oh oh oh." "You're the one that I want," sang Brooke returning the glare. You're the one that I.. Oh oh oh honey." "You're the one that I want," sang Bryce spinning her around gently by one hand. You're the one that I... Oh oh oh." "You're the one that I want," sang Brooke spinning him now. "You're the one that I.. Oh oh oh honey." "The one I need," Sand Bryce slowing down taking her by both hands staring. "Oh yeah honey..the one I need." "Oh, yes, indeed," Sung Brooke getting close singing inches from his lips. "Yes, indeed." "And indeed I need to throw up," frowned Ralph watching them end in a deep kiss. "See you idiots later at the show." "But not on Rodger Dawson like your ex-girlfriend did because that would be mean," joked Brooke as he walked away. "I heard about that?" said Bryce stepping back from their kiss. "Eeeewww...That was me?" "Yup that night at the movies from upstairs," giggled Brooke. "Why do you think your throat was so sore that next day? Stuck your head out the window like a Labrador and projectile vomited all over the poor guy." "And I talked to him every day in school before that," said Bryce feeling sick to his stomach. "He was one of the guys that never seemed like he was judging me and no wonder why he stopped hitting on me. I feel terrible." "But as not as terrible as I did after I made out with him hoping to make you jealous and the next day he admitted to me he couldn't see me anymore because he realized he was gay," admitted Brooke. "Do you know how that feels when you've got pink hair and feeling insecure?" "Like maybe someone else around here might be acting insecure when he isn't and is a hell of a good actor fooling both of us?" laughed Bryce texting on his phone. "Because all Rodger ever asked me about was if me and Ralph were truly serious so if he told you he was gay then maybe it wasn't me he was interested in?" "Wait you think?" questioned Brooke. "And who are you texting?" "Rodger telling him that we are done so let's see what he says?" said Bryce finishing his text. "Because he always liked to ask me certain questions that are now having me thinking and when we looked at school pictures together he did have lots of pictures of them shirtless together on his phone." "But I have those too? Beach stuff. Volley ball?" thought Brooke racking her brain. "Although you know I did leave Ralph behind that night so while I was taking you home maybe he was maybe helping Rodger do more than clean up?" "Son of bitch," gulped Bryce looking at his phone. "Rodger just texted me back and all he said was thanks for letting him know with a winking smiley face." "Oh gawwdd what's wrong with me then," said Brooke slumping back against the wall. "First Ralph then you then even Rodger. I was the hot girl in school and now I realizing every guy I've dated turns gay?" "All the hot guys truly are gay aren't they?" joked Bryce trying to cheer her up. "And what is up with that!" questioned Brooke disgusted. "What's always up with boys," laughed Bryce. "And now this one suddenly isn't guilty anymore and feels the need to tell him I never did.. you know?" "Hammer his ass!" said Brooke pepping up. "Wish you really did now and hard." "No you don't for a different reason because I never turned," said Bryce trying to cheer her up and then grabbing her by both shoulders looking at her. "I still like girls you know and there's one in particular I'm still in love with?" "Then you expect me to be gay?" said Brooke feeling sick. "Like you'd be Sherrie and we'd be lesbians together?" "Well since you're still here in my arms which I'm not certainly complaining about but that means might not have enough time now to go blonde before the show so will need to wear the wig..." teased Bryce touching her pink hairdo. "And you do have the short pink hair.... butch." "Eeewww," said Brooke feeling even sicker now. "Please don't call me that! Not funny! We both know I'm more bitch than butch." "But still would look better in the tux then I will at prom?" said Bryce pecking a kiss. "Again not funny and is that really how you're asking me?" grinned Brooke trying not to laugh. "Well whether I ask you like that or ask you when I have platinum feathered hair next week it'll still be true," joked Bryce pecking a kiss. "So is that a yes?" "Might let you take me prom but no shot I'd be caught dead like that blondie," laughed Brooke pecking one back. "Dying my hair back dark and getting extensions myself the second all this is over!" "Which I'd be happy to pay for since I got a two year contact and I'll be making almost as much as my dad," said Bryce taking her hand. "Plus after graduation in a few weeks we both know things really will be changing but there's one thing I don't want to so I wouldn't mind living with my girlfriend in free condo I get if she could deal having a girlfriend of her own?" "You're asking me to live together?" huffed Brooke feeling herself get weak in the knees. "My dad would freak!" "You think he'd freak more than mine has after all I've put him through who seemed stunned by the money," smiled Bryce lifting her hand kissing it. "Yet stunned me that he was happy for me and wasn't about me spending a few more years as a girl." "So you'd be the blonde and I'd be the brunette?" laughed Brooke shaking her head squeezing his hand. "So that's how we'd live together like lipstick lesbians?" "Was hoping for the butch girl while we adjusted because I'm kind of a princess now," teased Bryce softly elbowing her. "But is that a yes?" "To the butch chick moving in with you when I'd have to adjust maybe even more than you would to my boyfriend being my girlfriend every day? No shot blondie," smiled Brooke. "But could there be room for two princesses? How big is condo?" "Big enough for hers and hers closets," laughed Bryce softly touching her face. "I'd still need the bigger one, do the decorating and you'd pay the bills," said Brooke rattling off the terms. "Oh and I'm definitely picking our prom dress and you'll where whatever I say because no way is yours going to be sexier than mine. So it's a yes if you're good with that and it's all not negotiable." "Maybe I should have had you negotiate my contact before I signed it?" laughed Bryce nodding. "But I'm good with all of it and anything you want." "Had no leverage, got a condo and got paid well," said Brooke leaning in kissing him. "You're barely going to be out of high school so I'm as proud of you as I am amazed you pulled all this off. As long as you didn't agree to slice off what I'll need every night in the bedroom the rest I'm sure is fine." "Hope you feel the same way if my boobs turn out bigger than yours," joked Bryce. "You're kind of the jealous type." "Shut up," snarled Brooke pushing back from him and giving him a funny look. "But you're not serious about getting those are you?" "Sure you don't want to do any of the scenes where you kiss Ralph so you can get to kiss a boy for the last time," winked Bryce trying not to laugh. "I'd understand." "And I'm not sure I would because I really was thinking you'd still be like a boy in a dress," said Brooke trying not to get angry. "Keeping my dick of course so that's the plan and my contract says they'd pay for the boobs if I want them, so they were only suggested," laughed Bryce pulling her back to him. "But weren't you always the one that wore the pants in this relationship anyway?" "Fair point princess! Guess I could try just keep my hair short for a while and use clips in when I decide I don't want to wear the pants that day," thought Brooke. "But I can't really argue that isn't true so glad you're good with that, because I did make quite the investment in sex toys while I was stuck without a boyfriend and those will be moving in with me." "You're saying by moving in with you and then moving in me," gulped Bryce. "You forget already I'm not gay." "Well things do change at the end and Sandy can't be innocent forever can she?" said Brooke kissing him and licking her chops looking into his eyes. "So you sure I'm the one that you want, because the one I want will be my bitch and not boring in bed." "And I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be excited or petrified when you say it like that," joked Bryce. "But yes." "Then maybe in time if this lesbian thing goes well for us I might let you get some small perky boobs," grinned Brooke pinching his little pushed up chest flesh. "Now go get your hair flat ironed and a cute bow in your hair like the princess that will be doing the cooking and cleaning for me, because once you're done as bad Sandy again your ass is mine girlfriend."