~Dean

We made it to the concert hall. I saw all the judges including Malila Baize. I saw her walking towards us.

"Kenny, lets go," I said, tugging on his arm. He nodded and followed me.

"Dean West," I heard a female's voice. I glanced behind me to see her. I kept walking until I reach my dressing room. I forgot that I had Kenny's hand.

"Dean, can I have my hand back?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, sorry," I said, releasing his hand.

"It's fine," he said, looking at the floor.  We heard a soft knock coming from the other side.  Kenny walked over towards the door.

"I'm looking for Dean West?" Malila asked. Kenny opened the door wide enough for her to walk through.

"What can I help you with?" I growled.

"I was wondering why you took off," She asked, looking at me.  I looked towards Kenny , who was hanging his head.

"I none of your business," I spat. Malila took a step back. She looked at Kenny.

"Wait does this have to do with him?" Malila asked, pointed at Kenny.  I didn't answered her, "So, it does." She walked over to Kenny. I saw Kenny looked up at her. His eyes full of anger.  Malila placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't touch me," Kenny growled, shooting a death glare at her.

"What's wrong not use to a women touch?" She teased, rubbing his shoulder. I started to feel angry.

"Did you not hear him?" I yelled, running over towards them. I got myself between them. I could feel Kenny uneasiness.

"I thought he was kidding," Malila said, acting innocent.

"No, he wasn't now get out of my dressing room. If I see you anywhere near him. God help me," I said. She was shock and left my dress room. I looked back at Kenny, who's shaking like a leaf, "Hey, are you okay?" I asked him.

Kenny just nodded. I could tell that he don't want to talk about it.

~Kenny

I can't believe that this is happening. Why is this happening? I looked up at Dean. He was ready to go on stage. Dean gave me one last glanced before heading out. I looked up at the TV and wanted until he was on stage. I watch as Dean was stepped up to the mic.  He started to sing

"Tell me a pretty little lie, Tell me a horrible truth," He began, "Tell a pretty little lie, Tell me a horrible truth.

Baby, it's just you and I tonight, wondering what gonna happen next. Fighting like the world end, " Dean continued, " So baby, tell me a pretty little lie because I don't want to know the truth," I watch as he concluded his song.  I waited until Dean came back in.

"So, How did I do?" He asked.

"Good, " I said, sitting on the sofa.

"Well, I hope the judges like it," Dean sighed.

"Well, we have wait and see," I stated, looking up at Dean.

"Yeah, I guess so,"  he said, sitting down next to me.  We heard a knock at the door. Dean got up to see who it was. It was Marry.

"Dean, I  was wondering if I can sit in watch the performances until my turn?" Marry asked

"I don't know, Marry," Dean  was unsure about the situation.

"Kenny, Please let me stay here?" She begged me.  I looked up at Dean, unsure about this.

"I don't know but I'm not in charge here," I stated, looking at her.

"Dean please," She pleaded.

"I'm sorry but we already had enough with people, barging in here," Dean said, looking at her.

"So, that's a no," Marry said, looking at the both of us. It looked like she had an idea, "I guess I should go, not wanting to intrude on your time alone together," She smiled and walked away. We looked at each other.

"God no," We said at the same time.

"Whatever you say," She said, walking out of the room. We looked at each other then back at the door.

"She's kidding right?" I asked Dean.

"I don't know I really don't know," Dean said, looking back at the screen. I was really sure if I wanted her to be kidding or not.

"Yeah," I said, trying to figure out my feeling towards Dean.

"Kenny, are you okay?" I heard Dean's voice chipped in.

"Yeah, just got something on my mind," I said, leaning back on the couch.

"Like what?"

"This whole thing," I sighed.

"Okay," Dean said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really but it might help figuring somethings out," I said, looking over at him.

"Whenever you're ready," he said, waiting for me to start.

"Well, you know about my father and Malila. Then realizing that he have a new family makes me kind of mad. And when he came up to me, not knowing who I am. Then only realizing  who I was when you called for me. I hate him," I rambled, " Then joining you on this. Made question who I am and my hatred for pop stars,"  I said, not really wanted to go into to details with that.  

"Well, I'm glad that I can change your mind on something," Dean said.

"Yeah but not completely," I chuckled, looking at  Dean. Dean caught my gaze with his warm brown eyes. I felt like something sparked inside and couldn't place it.

"Dean," I whispered. Dean moved closer to me.

"Kenny, how do you feel about me?" He asked.  I was confused. Why would he asked me that question?

"Dean, I-I-I don't know," I whispered, trying to look away but couldn't.

"Okay," Dean said, moving away from me.  I felt a ping of disappointment. I know what this feeling is but I have to keep this hidden from Dean.

"So, when do you go back on?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"At the end," he sighed.

"Really, well hope you don't get voted off," I said.

"Yeah me too," Dean said, looking at the TV. 

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