Prucan OneShots (Requests are open)

Confident (SongFic)

“It’s time for me to take it I’m the boss right now.”

Violet eyes scanned the computer screen taking in each number, each pixel, each question, and problem before him. Medium, rough hands moved swiftly across the keyboard as if it depending on the young man’s life. Hell, it might as well be. The Canadian felt like his life was on the line. He would love to be stubborn and take it over, and over again trying to fight his way through each problem but he couldn’t, this was his only shot. This was his moment, he had to.
“Not gonna fake it not with you around, ‘cause this is my game, and you better come to play. I use to hold my freak back now I’m letting go, I make my choice. Bitch I run this show and you can get off ‘cause it’s all about me tonight.”

Each question he had to repeat several times in his mind. ALl of the information he had studied was pouring out of him like the dam had broke. He didn’t know if his friends were watching him take the test, and he didn’t care. He wanted this more than anything, he wanted to prove to not himself but to his parents that he was smart enough to pass.
“So you say I’m complicated. That I must be out of my mind. Well you’ve had me underrated, rated, rated.”

He could do this, he knew the programs in-and-out, he had studied for hours on end. These were the same as the practice tests they were just differently worded.
“What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being confident?”

A little voice inside his head began to whisper, and it wasn’t good. Shit. He began to shake and thought of the horrible painful words in his mind.  It was his mother voice calling him and his brother stupid. The voice was showing him how he had failed in the past with studying, so how was this different? How would he be able to prove that he was smart? Would it even make a difference if he did it? His mom wouldn’t care. He knew she wouldn’t, it would just be a quick nod of approval perhaps, but no further acknowledgement. He began to think about his real mom who died while giving birth to her triplets. She would be proud of him for making it this far. She was cheering him, on. He knew she was. He was smart, and would pass this test.
He began to retort back to the voice with confidence and continued on his test.

“It’ time to get the chains out. Is your tongue tied up? ‘Cause this is my rap and I’m dangerous, and you can get off. Cause it’s all about me tonight. Tonight.”

He was on the final question.

“What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being Confident?”

He hit end test.
“So you say I’m complicated. But you’ve had me underrated.”

“Passed. 708.”
The Canadian jumped out of his chair on impulse, and Carlos, Lovino, and Nate were watching and knew what the random outbursts meant. They cheered for their friend then all got scolded by the teacher who told them to.

“Sit down and be quiet.”
“What’s wrong with being confident?"