"If we're going to do this, we're going to need—" Kellen smirked devilishly as he looked up at Kegan. "A plan?" He glared down at Kellen, unfazed by his expression. "No!" codenames! Cool ones!" Kellen added, throwing Kegan off guard, "Code names? Kegan paused, questioning Kellen's idea. "You'll be," he said after a brief examination of Kegan, making him uncomfortable. "Keg!" Kellen shouted, laughing devilishly, "Don't call me that." Kegan growled, grabbing the broom and cleaning up some dust off the shop floor. "Why, Keg?" Kellen teased "I said don't call me that, and watching the cafe overnight is too big a job for you," he snapped at Kellen, leaning on the table. "It's my coffee shop; you don't have to help me." Kegan set the broom down, glaring at him. "I'm sorry, Whoa, but you're more than wrong, and Katie runs this place; I care about her." He began to walk towards Kellen, leaving him speechless. "Not you; I bet you do shit for this cafe." He was grinding his teeth in anger, looking down at Kellen. "You unpleasant, ill-tempered, evil snake," Kegan snapped. Kellen's rage gave way to a smile. "Snake, "I like the sound of that," he snarled at Kegan, "I'll be a snake for your Keg."
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Short stories
General FictionWriting stories Have always been long to make and write so here's a group of short stories as I write My first book.
