He could hear it now. "Derek is this year's cotillion king!" He heard the cheering, the applause, as he walked to received the podium and receive the crown. He would enjoy this moment as long as it is. He saw the "swan" roll towards him carrying his crown. And the other boys would be balling their eyes out at the moment since he would be the one to win. But Derek did not care, he almost had it in his palm...

"Derek! Get out! Your hogging the shower!!!"

Before coming out of his imagery scenario. Derek let out a sigh as he stopped the water and came out of the shower, drying himself off, and opening the door to his redhaired mother, who had a stern face.

"You have been in there for about an hour and thirty minutes. What were you possibly doing?"

"Being crowned cotillion king." He answered like it was the most obvious thing.

Derek is a Caucasian young adult with thin, short blonde hair and amber eyes. He was currently taking a cotillion class on the side for school, as a request from his parents. He wasn't thrilled with the idea at first, learning about manners and stuff, but he eventually learned about the big cotillion dance where all the males in the class had to attended and had the chance of becoming "Cotillion King," which was a high rank in Derek's eyes as it was the most well behaved male in the class overall.

Of course, it was a competition and one Derek was at a tie at. His rival was Hunter, another classmate at his school and in the etiquette course. He is Caucasian, thick, semi length, brown hair flowing right at his neck, and green eyes. Hunter was a bit obnoxious whenever Derek was in his presence, nearly always trying 1-up him in various occasions and vice versa. So, naturally, Derek did want to beat him.

Back to the present, Derek's mother let out her own sigh, having heard about the rank nonstop from her son. Although she knew what it was, she couldn't help but think that if her son won the crown, it would go to his head. Clearly, this was the only goal he had in mind right now. "Well, you better start getting dressed if you plan on making it to the event on time," she said.

That made Derek start to race against the clock. "Oh shoot!" he cried, bolting back into the bathroom to freshen himself up. Doing his face care routine and deodorant for his body, he left and headed to his room. There he begin to dress himself for the evening.

The event said black tie, but Derrick decided to "trick" himself up for the long awaited occasion. He first placed on black dress socks then his white tuxedo shirt before getting his black slacks on. Tucking in his shirt, he proceeded to put on his purple dress vest, one of his little improvements he added. He got the corresponding black tuxedo jacket and then got the corresponding shiny, black, lace up dress shoes. And the cherry on top was his black bow tie he had tied around his neck along with the purple handkerchief in his jacket's pocket. After dressing himself, he admired himself in the mirror for a while, posing like he was a model. His mother came around and informed him that he needed to leave, since he wanted to arrive on time. He left his house, telling his mother and father, who was currently napping while "watching" his favorite show, goodbye.

He drove in his car to the church that hosted the event. On his way, he couldn't help but to think of his future win. Arriving at his destination, Derek entered as he was greeted by the teachers of the cotillion course. Derek noticed that the other young men had classic black tuxedo, vest or cummerbund, slacks, and dress shoes while some had white color schemes like Miles'. While taking in his surroundings -and potential losers-, his eyes meet his rival: Hunter, who had on a white dress shirt with a blue vest and tie, covered by his black suit jacket. He had own black slacks with black socks and shiny, pointed, lace up dress shoes.

Hunter also made eye contact, but quickly darted away, but not before give Derek a quick wink. Derek ignored the attempted infatuation from his competition, but his slight blush said otherwise. Derek arrived to their table for the night and conversed with the other classmates or guests before being served dinner. They ate properly with the correctly from the teachings their time taking the etiquette class.

Unbeknownst to them, someone had snuck into the swan that housed the crown for Cotillion King. The person had drilled a small, unnoticed hose, with a full canister of mushroom gravy was attached to it. The swan was also hollow and moved with a person inside, so the same mysterious figure entered, plotting to humiliate the oh-so gracious winner.

After dinner, one of the teachers approached the podium and announced that voting for the "Cotillion King" was now possible, along with announcing who was running. The runners were Derek, Hunter, and three other males. Derek secretly smirked, knowing he would win the crown and rub it in Hunter's cute... he means obnoxious, smug face. 'What is with me?' Derek thought, he was never one to fall for his rival. Come to think of it, he had now thought about Hunter in a new perspective. He originally found him so annoying and unpleasant, but now, in his crisp formal attire, Derek had to admit, Hunter looked kind of fine, but still couldn't place why he was thinking about him in romantic way. Maybe the way he dressed tonight, that suit did wonders to Derek's mind. He broke from his musings when the ballot for voting came to his table, when he placed his own name, followed by his friends choosing his name as well. This went on for a while just as dessert came out. Unfortunately, they couldn't eat yet as they had to wait for the announcement of "Cotillion King."

Finally, the moment had come. Derek was on the edge of his seat. The announcer called the runners to their seats on the stage. The five candidates waiting patiently, Derek being the most enthusiastic about his potential winning. The teachers had placed his hand in the ballot, pulling a random name, and announced the winner.

"Derek Jones!"

Hearing his name, Derek was immediately in shock of this revelation. He came to when the teacher beckoned him to come forward while he was showered with applause. To the corner of his eyes, he could Hunter giving him small air kiss, which made him blush more than he did earlier. He happily strode to the the front of the stage as the applause continued.

Then the hollow swan came out, with both the crown and the person inside grinning devilish, ready to humiliate an unsuspected Derek, who was to busy relishing this moment he had dreamed off since he started this course and doing a male version of the queen wave. The swan approached slowly as ceremonial music was being play to keep up the act. But when it reached the stage and was point blank range....

it happened.

The "swan" head jerked up quickly, squirting mushroom gravy at Derek. The victim was too busy accepting the spotlight, and by the time he took notice it was too late. The gravy had directly hit the winner's attire now becoming stained with brown, while splattering the stage. At point blank distance, the substance continued to squirt out like a splash zone at Derek. His neat tuxedo was continuing to be blasted with the swan's "ammo," as Derek closed his eyes to prevent getting the substance in his eyes. His face, black bow tie, and neck received some punishment as well, the gravy splattering against his skin. The "king" continued to be gunged in his purple vest and white tuxedo shirt, along with his tuxedo jacket, from the fountain of gravy that continued to spray from the avian float, swinging in multiple directions to drench Derek indefinitely and ruin his attire.

The gravy also splattered against the other nominees, but not receiving the full blow like Derek as they were not the intended target. Hunter and the three other males gained both small and large brown stains and on their attire, but not as humiliating as Derek received.

The sauce spray continued to spray till it seemed to run out of juice. By this time, Derek had been drenched in the brown mushroom gravy, feeling humiliated by the sudden action. The blond victim gained a shocked expression on his gravy coated face. His hair had gravy in his hair strands, of course. Thinking the worse was over, he saw the shocked expressions by the audience. Then the swan gave a parting gift as the person inside left: a key lime pie, which was ironic the same dessert the audience had. The pie hit true, splattering into Derek's handsome face, leaving cream and crust stuck to his skin, hair, and tuxedo.

Feeling even more humiliated, Derek left in a hurry, not wanting people to see his appearance any longer while being careful not to slipped on the gravy. He arrived at the church's garden, where he found a bench and sat down, feeling like his newly earned "crown" was nothing but a joke that someone seemed to enjoy.

Derek's blonde hair and cute face now had gravy dripping down, falling onto his clothes. His white dress shirt and purple vest had been stained with the gravy, not to mention his black jacket had been stained as well. His black bow tie was crooked, stained brown as well as his purple handkerchief. His slacks were had brown stains as well, like his top half. His black dress socks were not as bad, but his dress shoes were now dripping in the gravy themselves. Not to mention, the key lime pie he received from that "jester," had placed cream and crust at his face and also in his blonde hair. Some of the cream had dripped down to his tuxedo as well.

"Hey. Are you doing okay?" A formal voice caused Derek turned and saw the last person he wanted to see -and his recently rival-turned-crush- approaching him.

Hunter. He didn't look that messy as Derek, but was still messy nonetheless. His white dress shirt and blue vest had large stains of brown along it. His azure tie had some splotches of gravy along it, with his black jacket sharing the same spots. His bottom half wasn't as stained though. Light splotches of gravy had made their ways on his slacks and dress shoes, but not as messy as Derek's.

"Well, I just received a gravy shower and a key lime pie to both me and my tux. Other than that just peachy," the gravy coated male responded sarcastically.

Hunter could see that Derek felt humiliated from the whole ordeal. Granted while the male himself was not as messy, the competition had seemed like a huge deal. Seeing that he was leaving anytime soon, Hunter took a seat next to Derek, the latter slightly blushing even though his face was covered in sauce. Slowly, both males started shifting towards each other, before meeting in the middle. They meet each other's eyes, Derek slowly leaning in as Hunter did the same... before kissing lightly. The two rivals-turned-lovers began getting more passionate about their kiss, with Derek throwing his arms around Hunter while the latter began to smear contents from the former's attire onto his own. While he was humiliated in public, the "Cotillion King" seemed to have found his Prince Charming...