Outcast

Prom Night: Chapter 4: I'll Be... Your King

The noise of the announcer on the portable stage spouted off in the background.

Keith hardly paid any attention to their class president, or council, or whomever was speaking through the microphone. It initially caught his attention at first, promptly disrupting him from his beautiful crush that he held in his arms. However, he quickly averted his gaze away from the speech given over the speakers in the cafeteria. It managed to quiet the entire audience, as they forwarded their thanks to those who made this prom night possible. Although Keith was not going to be swayed into silence.

The taller male shifted his focus back to his gingered angel that was still trapped in his arms. He refused to let go of that connection. Especially now. The knowledge of his most hidden secret that he kept away from the blue boy wedged an arrow through his heart. It stung, now knowing that his all-time crush had always felt this way about him and didn't say anything. Yet, he knew that it would be hypocritical to think in such a fashion. He was sure that if Pico had known that Keith loved him just the same, that he would feel a bit betrayed, too. That was all hearsay, though. Right now, is what really matters.

It was ridiculous to think in such a way. It was mostly unfair, as well. How could have Pico had known that Keith was attracted to him? How could the blue boy have guessed that the ginger is homosexual? They never once mentioned, or came upon, such a topic. Everything was meekly falling into place without them even knowing it. Were there signs? Was Keith truly so blind as to not see them? Now that he looks back on a clearer lens, he can decipher the past interactions in a sharper focus. No wonder why his friends were so keen on them getting together. From a different point of view, it must have been so obvious. Both of his friends knew the whole time. They could see it from a different angle, whereas Keith and Pico could not because they were too close to realize.

His angel was back by his side, in his arms, once more. He was troubled. The unmistakable streaks of tears lined his cheeks. He has seen them before. The faintest sight of those adorable freckles, that he loves so much, shown through the mysterious covering that he had worn throughout the night. That must have been Cherry's doing. It was possibly the reason that his eyes looked sharper than ever, outlined in a layer of eyeliner that he now could see with a new lens. The way that his lips were glossed and shone in the dim lighting of the cafeteria. It just gave him all the more reason to wonder the flavor of them.

Keith blinked, managing to break himself of that horrid trance that always encapsulates him when faced with his angel in sight. His greens darted up to whites as he attempted to save himself from staring at his precious ginger's face. It was bad enough that he still held a gentle grasp on that thinned cheek, thumb momentarily pausing in its trace. The way he could easily feel out the lightly protruding cheekbone and the smoothness of his pale skin. The lightest of green glowing up his appearance from Keith's bracelet. Like every time before, it took his breath away. He is perfect.

The taller of the two swallowed thickly when those thin orange brows curled in worry at the momentary silence between the two. He couldn't even remember what he said previously to finish his sentence. The words easily leaving his brain from the moment those pearls locked onto him. "Keith...?" He questioned softly. The resonating sound of his deep baritone voice barely raising above the announcer, but he heard it so clearly. That forced his heart to jumpstart quickly in response to his crush's call.

The way Pico looked up at him with a curious but immense amount of worry, had his chest constrict terribly. Instinctually, Keith tightened his hold on his lower back, forcing the smaller male flush against him. This made those ineffably beautiful eyes widen slightly, as another gasp of breath was taken between those slightly parted lips. The blue boy could almost feel the way his ginger tightened his grasp on his jacket, a light tremble already shaking his frame. He visibly swallowed; Keith managing to catch a glimpse of that Adam's apple bob lightly from his height. His imagination already flowing from seeing that succulent neck.