~Kenny

It was the end of the show and Dean went up to see if he makes to the next round. I waiting patiently for the judges verdict.

"The people who are moving on is... Jean, Sil, Max, Marry, Dom, And  the last and not least...Dean," Phil Phil said. I sighed meaning I get to travel a bit longer with Dean. I heard the door open, seeing that it was Dean.

"Well where to?" I asked, getting some of his stuff ready.

"Mik," Dean said, opening the door for me.

"Best be going," I smiled, heading out the door. I looked behind me to see that Dean was still there.

"Um... Kenny, I want to asked you something it's kind of a personal question," Dean said, walking up beside me.

"Okay. What is it?" I asked, not knowing what I got myself into.

"It's about your sexuality?" Dean blurted out. I dropped the stuff that was in my arms, "Kenny?"

"Why-why would you wa-wa-want to know th-th-that?" I stuttered.

"I'm curious," he said, looking at me then to the floor.

I took a deep sigh and said, "I'm bi."  I kneel down to pick up the stuff that I just dropped.

"You mean you swing both way, right?" Dean question.

"Yeah, I like girls as much as I like guys. Got a problem with it," I said defensively. 

"No. I don't I just was curious. Sorry if I made it seem that way," he said, hold his hands up in surrendering.     

"Okay," I whispered and walked of towards the bus. I felt someone grabbed me and pulled me to a alley way. I looked up and notice it wasn't Dean.

"I need to talked to you about Dean," my ex father said, releasing my wrist.

"No," I said, pushing him away from me.

"You need to listen to me, son. Dean is not a person you should get close to," He said, pushing me to the wall. 

"You have no right to judge a person. You left my mother and me. You never called or anything. You have no right to tell me what to do and hell have no right to call me your son! " I screamed, pushing away from him. I walked onto the bus with Dean looking at me.

"Kenny, are you okay?" Dean asked, walking up to me. I shook my head and walked to the back room, "Ken-" I cut him off by slamming the door in his face. It feels like everything is falling apart around me. My wall is crumbling into nothing. I just want to get out of here. It will take a week or two to get to the next city.

~Dean

I never saw Kenny so upset. I don't know what to do. I walked towards the room that Kenny locked himself into. I knock and waited for a responds.

"Go away," Kenny mumbled. I knocked again. I heard shuffling and then a click. The door open slowly.

"Kenny, you need to talked about what you're going through," I said softly.

"Why do you care?" He asked angrily.

"Because you're my friend, Kenny," I said, confused about he's question.

"Why do you want to be friends with me?" Kenny asked gently.

"Why not?" I asked, looking into his sad green eyes.

"Because someone said that you are not a person to get close to,"  he sighed. I was pissed who would say that? His father could?

"Who said that?" I asked.

"My father but why would he say that. I don't understand, unless he knows what I'm truly feeling," Kenny rambled. His true feeling? What does that mean?

"Kenny, what do you mean?" I asked. Kenny shot his head up and close the door in my face. I sighed. Another mystery. I walked back to my chair and looked towards the door. Kenny is just full of mysteries and I want to solve it. I never felt like this towards anyone. I looked at my phone and saw a message on it. I unlocked my phone and saw it was from Kenny.

I looked through the message and read it over. What does he mean? I was confuse maybe he sent it to the wrong person. I should I text back.  I'm gonna wait until I know for sure he was texting me. I shut off my phone and heard a bing  coming from my phone.  I opened it.

"Dean. I'm sorry ignore the last message,"  It read.

"Okay," I sent. I felt disappointed that it wasn't for me. I hate this torture feeling of warmth and heartache all at once.

~Kenny

I sent Dean my love confession for him even though we only known each other for about a month. He didn't reply. I felt my heart break. I sent him another message telling me to ignore the one before. 

"Okay," was all he text. I curled up in a ball trying to keep myself from crying. I don't know why I think it was a good idea to tell him that in the first place. Now that it's out there, I guess I have to live with it.

"God damn, I'm so stupid," I sobbed into a pillow, "He probably not going to talk to me, anymore." I can't think anymore. I just want to die. I cried myself to sleep. Dean filled my dreams that night.

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