The Sky Is Falling On My Head!

3. When Jokes Get Awkward, The Awkward Get Joking.

Keith and I spent the afternoon in the most boring, yet satisfying way possible...

We slept.

Since he had gotten up early, and I gone to sleep late, we were both pretty tired, and since he had football in the evening, and I had planned to go down to play, we thought going to sleep would be for the best.

So, Keith took the bed in my room, and I slept outside on the couch, because my parents' bed was a mess, and frankly, I couldn't be bothered to clean it up.

I lay down on the couch, with my pillow under my head, and my duplicate pillow between my arms, staring up at the ceiling.

I had honestly expected to fall asleep the moment my head touched the pillow, but I had no such luck.

My brain had suddenly chosen to be as active as it could, now, and literally all I could think of, was the boy sleeping in the bed in my room.

Oh Keith, aren't my dreams and feelings enough? Must you dominate my thoughts as well?

I finally gave up.

This was not going to work, and I wasn't going to get any sleep no matter what I tried.

I got off the couch and grabbed my phone from the dining table.

I hadn't spoken to my friend Naomi in sometime, so I thought I'd do that.

I unlocked my phone, and surprise, surprise! I had about 30 messages from Naomi, and 3 each from my parents, 1 from my grandmum, and 8 from Aaron and Aiden.

Quickly, I replied to the important ones first, i.e. my parents and grandparents.

I knew they'd panic if I didn't.

Mum was first.

Hey, Kylie! We just landed.
All's good here, how's back home?
Managing alright? Call when you're free.

I smiled at the texts. It was good to know they'd landed safely.

I typed in a reply.

Hey mum! All's good here too.
Keith and I finished lunch, and now he's catching a nap.
Will call in the evening.
😉❤️

Then, I checked dad's texts.

Hey, Ky.
Want anything from here?
Send me a list.

I laughed.

Both dad and I knew, that I never asked for anything. So, the likely-ness of me sending him a list was a little less than... 0.

Oh, well no thanks, dad.
I don't want anything.
Thank you for asking, though.
See you soon!

Then, I closed dad's chat, and moved on to Aaron and Aiden.

Aaron went first.

Kylie...
(Followed by a thousand smirky faces)
What's Keith doing at your house?
Stuff going on?

I cringed at what Aaron implied, and thought quickly.

Don't you dare, Aaron!
Don't even think about it.
Keith just needed something from my house.
Nothing else.

The reply was instantaneous.

Oh really? What did he need?

He didn't actually need anything, he came to pick up a book for his dad.

Sure, I believe you.
I get more details this evening.

But, there aren't anymore details!

Really? Then why did Keith have an overnighter?

Because, he was going out after he picked the book up!

Then where would he put the book for his dad?

Why the heck are you asking me?! Ask him! I'm sure you have his number!

Oh, I do have his number.
But, asking is not all I'll do.
I'll tell as well.

Oh hell, naw.
You wouldn't dare.
Or else...

Well, I would dare.
But, you wouldn't.

I would.

Fine. I won't if you won't.

No, actually. I won't if you speak to Aiden, and convince him.

I typed in, already knowing what Aiden wanted to know.

Fine.

Fine!
See you in the evening!

Yeah, bye.

Next was Aiden, but I was too lazy to reply to him. So, I just checked his messages, and since my read receipts were off, he didn't know that.

Finally, I checked Naomi's.

Now, she wasn't the least important. But, I knew replying to her would take the longest, so I saved her for last.

30 messages, here I come.

~~~~~~

A sound made me look up from my chat war with Naomi.

"Hey, Keith! Sleep well?"

Keith still looked drowsy, and his curly hair had been messed up really cutely.

"Mhh-hmm. What about you? Did you sleep well?" He drawled.

"Hahaha, nope. I didn't sleep at all."

"How so?"

I shrugged, pretending to be clueless.

"Okay... Well, I'm going to go change for football. Where can I do that?"

"Well, you can change in my room, or either of the bathrooms. Or even the main bedroom. Just close the door..."

I felt my cheeks get warm thinking about what happened when I didn't close the door.

Keith on the other hand, laughed.

"Yeah, no problem. Are you going to have a snack for tea?"

"Er, not really. I was going to drink a glass of milk. Why, did you want something?"

"Just some coffee. Don't worry, I'll do it."

"Oh, please. Do you drink it dark or... Not dark?"

"Uh, two teaspoons of sugar, neither dark or light. Light brown actually." Keith rattled off like he'd said it a thousand times before.

"Hmm, sure. Anything else, sir?" I asked pretending to note down his order.

"No, thank you. Just the bill, please."

"That'll be 7 dollars and 58 cents."

"7 dollars for coffee?! Okay, forget it. I hear the Starbucks across the road is cheaper."

"Oh? Would you like me to call you a cab?"

"No, I'd like you to walk me there, love."

Keith's eyes widened, and so did mine.

"That's not what I meant." He said, quickly.

"Th-that's okay. I get it. We were just joking. Let me just go get your coffee for you."

"Um... Yeah, thanks."

I smiled tightly at Keith, before turning the corner to the kitchen.

With only one thought in my head.

What if that wasn't just a slip-up?