Kylie and Keith survived their... eventful week together.
And, now they're living their life like each other's yin and yang. Balancing each other out, and reigning each other in.
Until, news is heard.
Good news.
Keith gets selected to tour Europe wi...
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(Kylie's POV)
The cabbie dropped me just in front of the bar, and accepted his fee without a second thought.
There was no, "Aren't you too young to go to a bar?" Or "Are you sure this is the right place?", like I had gotten from so many before him.
In a way, I was thankful for that, the less nosy the better.
Quickly, I dialled up my mum. I wasn't in the mood to get another lecture or anymore sceptisim directed my way, so I was going to find out what time she wanted me back.
"Hey, mum. It's me."
"Kylie! Hi! How's the trip going?"
"It's... Going, alright. Okay, ma, listen. I think I'm going to be here for sometime so, by when do you want me back?"
My mum paused for a second.
"11, and not a minute later."
"Cool. Thanks mum!"
"That's okay. And Kylie...?"
"Hmm?"
"Try to enjoy yourself?"
I smiled even thought she couldn't see me.
"Of course I will!"
"Good. Now go enjoy your trip."
"Yes, bye!"
"Bye, Kylie."
Mum cut the call.
I felt a small victorious smile spread across my face as I strolled into the bar, immediately on high alert.
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I finished wrapping the tape around my hands, and pulled on the rental boxing gloves. Thankfully, they kept the gloves clean here, and slime free.
But, I still couldn't wait for the day I'd be able to get my own gloves.
Maybe black and gold ones. Or maybe black and purple... Or maybe silver and blue, or silver an-
The announcer pulled me out of my day-dream, by yelling out my name over the PA. Immediately, the crowds came to life, and began chanting at the top of their voices.
Some chanted for 'Lady K' while others chanted 'Hoodie', but despite the humongous gaps between the nicknames, I knew both were mine. No one knew my actual name, and even in the registers, I put myself down as 'Lady K under the Hoodie'. No one knew, no one cared.
I pulled myself through the ropes, and planted my feet before raising my fists up into the air for show.
Immediately, the cheering got louder.
But, none of it even compared to when my opponent walked up onto the ring.
"YELLOW! YELLOW! YELLOW! YELLOW!" The crowds went crazy.
