The Sky Is Falling On My Head!

18. Keith... He's Just Bad Luck.

I groaned.

Really? How could I have forgotten something as prominent as a t-shirt?!

Now, you're probably thinking, why won't Kylie just go down in the t-shirt she's currently in?

Well, maybe because it was fuzzy, and sparkly and thankfully, not pink, but that didn't make it any better! So, no. I wasn't going to wear my nightshirt down.

And that's when I had a brainwave.

What if I wore one of Keith's football jerseys down? I mean it's not like he'd notice... And I'm sure he'd have plenty of them.

So, I strolled over to Keith's cupboard, and poked my head in.

Sure enough, there were hundreds, if not thousands of jerseys in his cupboard. And so, like any intelligent person, I dug one out of the back (so he'd have even less chance of noticing it), scanned to make sure it didn't have his name or anything on it, and put it on.

Thankfully, this one was one of Keith's smaller ones, so it fit me properly. Because I was sure if I'd picked one closer to the front, it would have touched my knees.

Celebrating my little victory, I borrowed one of the millions of footballs Keith had, I grabbed his keys, and I left.

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Aaron was already downstairs by the time I got there.

"Ky-ky!" He exclaimed, heading towards me with his arms out-stretched.

"Nora!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around him. His nickname had something do to with a movie and mispelled title.

I buried my face in his shoulder for a second, enjoying his hug, before he pulled away to study me.

"Did you get a new t-shirt? I've never seen you wearing this one before."

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure. New t-shirt." I said, not sounding very convincing.

Aaron narrowed his eyes at me, before his face broke into a smirk.

"That t-shirt isn't yours, is it?"

I shook my head.

"No, it is."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Aaron dropped the topic just in time for the rest of our friends to arrive. Now, in an ideal situation, I'd be able to tell you no one noticed the t-shirt.

But, let's be real. My name is Kylie and this is my life. There's barely any ideal stuff going on here. So, I don't think it'll be a shock when I tell you that Aiden noticed my t-shirt just as I was about to score.

Newsflash, I paused with nervousness, and lost the ball to the closest defender, before spinning around to face Aiden.

"New t-shirt?"

"Yep!" I replied wayy to quickly.

"Uh, no. That's my t-shirt. It's my championship winning jersey," said a new voice.

I looked down at the crest, and sure enough it had Keith's club's junior team logo emblazoned on it.

I groaned. How could I have not noticed that?!

A warm set of arms wrapped around my waist, and somebody laid their head on my shoulder. Okay, well I'm saying 'somebody' but we all know it was Keith.

"I'm honoured that you stole my t-shirt."

"It's your fault, Keith. I had to steal your t-shirt because you didn't give me one!"

"I didn't give you one?! You didn't ask for one!"

And that's kinda when I realised, that Keith didn't smell like he normally did. He smelled of vanilla and... Rose petals?

"What have you been doing? And where's my water bottle?"

"Right here, cutie pie." Keith smirked at me, knowing I'd hate the nickname.

He was right. I did hate it. I'd also forgotten we had an audience, so you could only imagine how red my face must have been when Aiden and Aaron cooed at us.

"Ooh, cutie pie, huh?"

Keith let go of me and straightened up, and then handed me my bottle.

"Come home a bit early, would ya? There's something I need to show you. Also, good luck."

I gritted my teeth at Keith's smug face, before shoving him away.

"Whatever."

Keith smiled again.

"Bye, love!"

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing he was just doing this to get on my nerves.

And sadly, it was working.