The Sky Is Falling On My Head!

10. Make-ups And First Kisses.

After the grocery shopping, Keith and I went directly to eat.

When we got there, the food court was surprisingly empty, and we were free to choose whatever we wanted instead of having to choose the place with the shortest line.

So, Keith went for a salad and a smoothie, while I settled on some fish and chips.

Once we were done, Keith and I got rid of all our waste, and went for a walk around the mall.

About midway through the highest floor, Keith's hand slipped into mine.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

I curled my hand tighter around his.

"It's not your fault, idiot. It's mine."

"No-"

"Stop, Keith. The fault here belongs to me more than to you. And I can prove it. I know why you left, and I still held that against you. It was a serious shit move by me. And, I'm sorry. You know, none of this, none of the angst, the hurt, or even the pain would have happened if I'd just opened my eyes and looked. It's not your fault. Please, if you care about me, even a little, you won't blame yourself."

"Okay, those are all valid point, but I should have made more of an effort."

"Oh please," I rolled my eyes. "There's nothing wrong with growing apart. I really made a mess, we need to accept that."

"But we didn't, did we? We were forced apart. By my football, your school, and our lives. We never actually would have stopped being friends if it wasn't for that."

"Yeah, but then you would have been a loser like me."

"You? A loser?" Keith laughed. "My parents think I should actually be more like you. Studious, and smart and all that."

Keith used his other hand to ruffle my hair.

"Quit it, dude. I've dressed to impress."

"Oh, really? Who are you trying to impress? Me?"

I smirked.

"Are you impressed?"

"Yes...?"

"Good, then my plan is working." I freed my hand from Keith's and ran down the floor.

Stopping only when I collided hard with someone.

I stumbled backwards, managing to catch myself just before I fell on my butt. Immediately, my head shot up.

"I am so so sor- Ryder?" I groaned.

"Hey, beautiful!" Ryder flashed his movie-star smile at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Nope! No, thank you!" I tried walking past him, but Ryder caught my arm and pulled me back.

"Hey, hey. That's no way to treat your partner. You didn't even apologise for banging into me."

"Shut up, Ryder. Leave me alone."

Keith caught up with us.

"Hey, Kyl- wait, what's going on here?"

"Oh, Keith!"

"Hey, Ryder!"

Ryder let go of me, and did a sort of bromance hand-shake with Keith.

I'm sorry, what?

"You two know each other?"

Keith turned to me.

"Of course we do. He's my teammate."

I sighed.

Of course. I mean, why not?

"What's wrong, darling? You're looking a little blue there." Ryder smirked at me.

I smacked his arm.

"No, Ryder. Don't you dare."

"Too late, darling, I already did." Ryder held up my watch, and his smirk grew wider.

"Hey, give that back."

"I wish I could."

I feigned anger for a few seconds before I grinned as widely as possible.

"What? Why are you smiling, minx?"

I held up Ryder's Armani watch, and put on his Boss sunglasses, before looking at Keith.

"What do you think, Keithy? Who do you think looks better in them?"

Keith laughed.

"What is wrong with the two of you?"

"Everything." Ryder and I said in unison.

"So, are you gonna answer the question?"

"Oh yeah! Of course you do, Kylie. Those sunglasses make you look... Hot." Keith grinned at his pun, while Ryder looked ready to burst out laughing.

"Gosh, when is your wedding?" Ryder asked, still biting down hard on his lip.

Keith and I whipped around to face him.

"We're not getting married."

"Yeah! Wh-why would you think that?!"

"Because," Ryder paused to ruffle my hair. "You two have more chemistry than H2 and O."

Keith and I turned red.

"No, we don't." We muttered together.

"Sure..." Ryder laughed again.

"Okay, forget me and Kylie! The question at hand regards you and her. How do you guys even know each other?"

Suddenly, neither Ryder and I knew what to say.

"Uhh, we... Um..."

"Uh, so you know how Kylie and I go to the same school, right? Well, that's how we know each other." Ryder said, and at that point, his ability to come up with only half the story impressed me.

That was until Keith saw through it.

"But you're a grade older than her. And I'm sure there are hundreds of kids in each of your grades. How is it that you know each other? And so well, at that."

"Uh, luck?"

"The school play." Ryder said.

I face palmed.

Way to go, Ryder. Now he's going to want the whole story.

"Oh? Care to elaborate?"

"Ryder and I were part of the school play, and we were the main characters. But the playwright had made a mess out of the play, and therefore it became a romance, and ryderwastheonewhogotmyfirstkiss." I said the last part quickly.

"What the last thing, sorry?"

"Ryderwastheonewhogotmyfirstkiss!"

"What? You're going to have to speak slower, Kylie!"

"I was her first kiss." Ryder said for me. "And well, since that happened, we decided to get to know each other better, and voilà! We became really good friends."

The absolute shock on Keith's face made me want to laugh like a madman- a nervous madman.

Because, I knew it was going make this entire week way more complicated than it was supposed to.