Rodney just moved to New York and is following his love for dance, but will his heart solely stay on stage?
When sexy and sultry Trevante steps into the picture, everything Rodney thought he was going to New York for changes. However, building thei...
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Trevante sits on the edge of the bed reminiscing on the scene that took place with Tyler. He wonders whether or not he took things too far and he feels bad about it.
The situation with Derrick is much more complicated than Trevante made it seem and he knows it. Although he rarely admits it, Trevante does care about Tyler. They have been through a lot at the conservatory together however, Derrick complicates things between the both of them. Trevante reflects on having a crush on Derrick as well. However, back then, Trevante put his feelings to the side and let Derrick get hurt as a result. This time, he thought, he'd be damned if he didn't follow his heart and protect Rodney.
Trevante reflects on the comparisons between Derrick and Rodney as he mindlessly stares at the fallen fruit basket.
"Fuck," Trevante says to himself.
The large dancer feels guilty. He can't help but feel as though the team lost because of what he did to Tyler. He can't help but think how different their results would have been if Tyler were actually in the performance.
Although Trevante is upset that his actions affected the team, he feels justified in his actions toward Tyler. They will eventually have to talk this out, but until then, there is nothing Trevante can do but sit in his regret.
In the midst of thought, Trevante hears the door unlock and creak open. Tyler walks through the door and Trevante stands up to meet his eye.
"Tyler-" Trevante stands and starts.
"Save it," Tyler says, "I'm not staying in here." If looks could kill, Trevante would already be dead.
Tyler walks past Trevante and grabs his unpacked bags as he walks out of the room. After the door shuts, Trevante lets out a deep sigh.
"Fuck," he says to himself again, knowing that eventually he is going to have to address the matter sooner or later.
Trevante knows the situation is fucked up, but there's nothing he can do now. In the midst of the quiet that permeated the room, Trevante makes a decision. He does not want to be alone right now, and the only person he can turn to is Rodney.
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