Once satisfied with the song Keenan stretched a bit standing. He grabbed a coke downing it happily before grabbing his skate board and hitting the streets for a well deserved break. He felt relaxed and comfortable the song was perfect. All that was left was to go over it with the band and work it a bit. He smile happily to himself as he skated along carefree. He flipped his hair out of his eyes as he worked on making a sharp turn down a new street.

Kumo quickly walked down the side of the street, making a turn as well. Crashing into the guy from before, he fell to the ground, his skirt and hair flying every where. He rubbed his side in pain, "Owwie."

Keenan fell groaning as he hit the ground. "Ow shit!" He growled seeing who it was, "Great don't you watch were your going?" He asked angrily as he got up his good mood killed.

Kumo slowly stood up. "Yeah, I do. You ran into me." He shot back, wiping the dirt off of his outfit. "Damn it. These are knew clothes. You owe me 50 bucks." He stated, more angry about his damged clothes, than falling down.

Keenan snorted looking at Kuma, "Like hell I'll give you fifty!" He growled picking up his skate board.

Kumo growled, "For real, you owe me 50 bucks." He insisted. He wasn't gonna let him get away. "50 or the board." He argued. This was his favorite outfit, and he wasn't going to let him get out of it. "Your choice."

Keenan growled pulling out a hundred. "Don't have a fifty...keep the goddamn change and piss off!" He hiss turning on his heels heading home.

Kumo growled, "So, that's it? You're just going to give me a hundred bucks and leave?" He stuck his tounge out, "You didn't even ask what i was going to do with the other fifty you gave me." He joked.

Keenan looked at him growling at him, "Does it look like I care...." He said crossing his arms, "Just go by another stupid outfit or something...go buy a hooker I don't care...about you or the money..."

Kumo gave a playful pouty face, "Harsh." He said, pretending to be sad. "Well fine then, go back to your retarded band, I don't give a crap." He continued, "We have to deal with you again tomorrow, anyways." He shrugged, before giving him a peace sign, and walking off.

Keenan growled darkly marching up behind Kumo grabbing him roughly with one hand the other in a fist, "Don't DARE say that word around me again! It's not an adjective don't use it as one!" He hissed, "You say retarded once more where I can hear you and your bandmates will find you dead!" Keenan was a very open person except about the 'r-word' his older brother was mentally handicapped and Keenan absolutely hated when people threw that word around as though it were the word cat...or something.

Kumo eyes widened as he was grabbed. "Woah, okay, okay. I won't use the word re-, er, 'that' word again." He said, pushing his hand off of him. "What's your problem, anyways?" He asked. Kumo hadn't expected him to snap like that.

Keenan glared at him for moment debating before taking a setp back. "Sorry…" He said lookig away, "I didn't mean to it's just that that word just pisses me off when people use it and I just kinda snap." He frowned looking down, "Just one of those words you know like gay or midget…" He sighed crossing his arms feeling uncomfortable he didn't know why he was talking about this. And with his rival no less. Yes a cute ass rival but still a rival. Keenan reminded himself.

Kumo shrugged, "Whatever.." He said, trying to pretend like he didn't have any feelings for him, but truth was, he couldn't get over Keenan. He turned away, trying to knock himself back on track, but he couldn't.

"Sorry…" Keenan said again lamely. He felt a weird zap go through him and frowned. Keenan was big in 'energies' suchvas Chi, Karma and Aurora's. He worred at his lip a bit thinkng. "Ah I realized we never properly got introduced…" Keenan said softly watching Kumo carefully.

Kumo stuck out his hand, "The names Kumo!" He greeted, with a wide grin, "And your name?" He asked curiously.

Keenan smiled shakig his hand, "Keenan…but my bandmates call me Spike…" He smiled feelig the shock again.

"Spike," He repeated, "Nice to meet you." He said, unsure of what he was doing, be decided to let it go. Without thinking, he leaned in and kissed Keenan's cheek. He quickly pulled back, his face now dark red, and turned away, "S-sorry-"

"Uhhhh…" Was all that Keenan could say as blushed deeply hearing the blood pound his his ears, "Uhhhh…" He cintinueded unable to think, "What was THAT!" He said finally starring at Kumo.

Kumo put his hands on his head, for some odd reason his eyes were filled with tears, "S-sorry." Was what he finally said, before running away. He quickly ran in his room. "OUT!" He screamed at his band, and shut and locked the door when they left. He fell on his bed, burying his face in his pillow. What did he just do?

Keenan stared after him feeling numb. he looked sad the shocky feelig was gone leaving Keenan to feel empty. Eventually when it started to rain he headed home. When he got there his bandmates were to boozed out to notice Keenan's look at he drifted of to bed feelig unsure.

Kumo eventually drifted asleep, having to much on his mind. Sometimes he hated life, and wished that he could just die, this was one of those moments.

(Time skip?)

Keenan sat on the bed sadly thinking a bit. He was still unsure about what what happened. And then it hit him. His pay ack. He grinned eagerly. It was perfect eagerly he hit off the light ansd crawled under the bed covers. He curled into s happy ball falling asleep instantly.

(yeppers timeskip away!)

Kumo instantly woke up as his alarm clock went off. He knocked it off his dresser, before covering himself up with his blanket. His band suddenly came storming in. "Kumo, get up!" One of them shouted. kumo groaned as he slowly sat up, and then got out of bed. "C'mon, we have to go, you know, to meet the other band again." The guitarist reminded. "Whatever......" Kumo groaned a mix between sadness, and tiredness. "Let's go then." He said, not bothering to do his hair, or change his clothes. The rest of the band looked at eachother and shrugged, before following him out.

Keenan smirked when he woke up. He remembered his plan fully as he got dressed. He found his hottest tightest outfit he owned and quickly slipped into it loving how it fit on his body. He happily strutted out of his room as his bandmate made joking cat calls, "Looking hot Spike!" Ryan laughed.

"As always...duh..." Keenan smirked, "So you guys ready to boogie?" He asked cracking his knuckles.

"Yep were all set up and ready to go!" Gray said happily. And with that all of them set out eagerly.