A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 8: The Lists

Sorry I forgot to update (again) but this chapter is like 1400 words, so I hope that helps!! I'm writing as fast as I can lmao.

Love, Rey

Keefe POV

Okay, you might all be thinking:
Do you like Tam?

Or:
You silly goose, why didn't you kiss him first?

Or:
I thought this was a SoKeefe story!

First off, None of your business. Second off, HE JUST KISSED ME ALL THE SUDDEN I WAS GOING TO JEEZ! And third, do you even read story tags? Or story titles?

It's not like I'm gay, or whatever. I mean, I love...somebody. Give me a minute to think of somebody that I could like...oh yeah! I am undeniably in love with Foster! So there! I am totally not gay, because why would I be! It's not like I sit next to Tam at least twice a week at lunch because I like the sound of his voice, because that's just stupid.

Anyways, just so we're clear: I'm totally not gay, y'all are delusional.

Back to the story!

. . . . . .

I had a good feeling this was Tam's first kiss. Not to insult him on the way he executed it, because it was a uh good kiss. The way he threw his face at mine and our lips crashing together like the Titanic and the iceberg. I could feel every emotion running through him but it was so overwhelming I couldn't tell if he was feeling that way...or if it was me.

To make it look more natural, I placed a hand on his hips, trying to ignore the waves of euphoria clashing through me. After what felt like a year but was actually a moment, Tam pulled away, leaving me stupefied and bewildered, and also horrible at covering it up.

"There. Now let Keefe in or I will beat C.H.A.D to death." Tam huffed, a protective side of him kicking in.

Both Alvar and Ruy looked at us like we just told them we were spider robots that are from the future where spiders rule the world (totally not a dream i had last night).

"Alright, Keefie, you can come in and Tam can keep guard." Alvar said after recovering from the shock of the kiss.

"Good." Tam didn't say another word as we left, but the picture of his cherry red cheeks and his glowing silver eyes haunted me as we entered the next room.

The storage room was dusty and surprisingly dark, though in the corners of the rooms you could find a couple glow sticks. Ruy tugged on a string attached to the ceiling and sketchy looking lights blared, revealing the items the room held. It looked like a dismantled Disney World. Toys, neon stuff, and random metal pieces lay around the room, making it a minefield to anyone who forgot to look down. And there, in the left corner farthest from me, lay a cart with wheels that held a pile of pranking weapons.

Next was a blur. Me, dashing to my prank stuff. Alvar, asking me if I was crying. Ruy, watching me hug the wagon like a child hugged a lost puppy. And Alvar, again, realizing that maybe I was crying because I missed them so much.

"Oh, my beauties." I dusted off a potion of Freckle juice with tears running down my cheeks, "How could I ever leave you like this?" Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw another, "Sea see! How many teas have I slipped this into? How many teal eyes?"

"Memories." Alvar said, slightly disgusted by my behavior.

"Okay, Keefe, this is weird." Ruy grabbed me by my shoulders. "Just grab your shit and leave."

"Okay okay okay I'm going, I'm going!" I pulled my wagon out of the room, and Tam shot me a look of surprise.

"That's not as much stuff as I thought you'd have." He remarked, shocked.