mUlTiFaNdOm One Shot book

Come November (Original Story)

FANDOM: AN ORIGINAL STORY
SHIP: EVERTON X KAFELE

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Kafele's POV:

"What is your problem?" he demands. "You've been acting like a psycho or weeks. Is this all because of yesterday? What happened, Kafele?"
I ran out here to apologize, but now I'm not so sure I want to.
"It wasn't that. I just hated being around you and Kancis."
"Yeah, you made that pretty clear. So why did you tell me to ask him out in the first place?"
"I don't know," I sputter. "I didn't mean it. I wanted . . ." Am I really going to tell him this? "I wanted you to be my person. Not his."
"I've always been your person Kafele. Since we were, like, twelve years old." The words are sweet; his tone is anything but.
"No . . . That's not what I mean." I shove my hands in my pants pockets, trying to steady my legs, which are suddenly shaking uncontrollably. Just say it! "I mean, I wanted you to be mine . . . that way."
He looks at me, unblinking. "Yeah. That way."
I stare back at him blankly. "What?"
"I've been your person — that way — forever."  He pronounces each word slowly and carefully, like he's walking to someone very stupid.
In the dead quiet of the street, my heart is pounding so hard I wonder if he can hear it. "You never told me."
"Because you were never interested in me that way."
"That's not true! I . . . I kissed you!"
"Only because you though I was into someone else," he says.
"No! That's not why!"
"It's not?" He crosses his arms over his chest.
"No!"
Even in the dark, I can see his eyes glinting. "Prove it," he says.
We stare at each other for a full ten seconds before I work up the nerve to tangle my fingers in the back of his hair and pull his face down toward me. When his lips are a fraction of an inch from mine, he pulls away from me, and my heart skips an anxious beat. Then our eyes meet, he breaks into a grin, and before I can take another breath, he's kissing me so deep it feels like it might cause a rift in the space-time continuum.
We don't let go of each other until a car turns on to the street, and then we jump apart like wild animals.
After the car passes, we look at each other, not quite sure what to say. And then Everton starts to laugh, and I join him, and the laughter feels almost — but not quite — as good as the kiss. We howl until we're breathless, and then he grabs my hand. "Come on. Let's get you home," he says, and we walk the rest of the way with my hand clasped in his.

(a/n: SO THIS IS FROM A BOOK CALLED COME NOVEMBER BY I FORGET WHO AND I KINDA DONT OWN ANYTHING BUT KAFELE AND EVERTON IN THIS, ITS LITERALLY COPIED AND PASTED, I THINK THIS IS PLAGIARISM 👍)