A Match Made In Hell

Chapter 13: The Book of Romance

Warnings: Fluff/Lime (Idk the difference, but basically there's kissing. If you are uncomfortable with two boys kissing, skip the chapter). No smut ;) (Also, in the comments, can you write how you feel about KOTLC smut? I mean, I was thinking about it, and HP has plenty of smut fanfics and they're the same age as KOTLC is, so, opinion on smut?)

Oh, and for the one who wanted FeDex, since I felt like it, I added a chunk for ya :)

And sorry for late update! I suffer from severe writers block lmao

-Rared

Tam POV

I did not end up sleeping over, for your information. I ended up going home afterwards, because I have some control over myself.

Though, Keefe did come home with me.

I'm not going into depth, pervs, I'm just going to say we hung out and kissed a lil bit and looked through the "Big Book of Matchmaking Rules", trying to figure out if our being together could get us in Exile.

. . . . .

"Tammm, this is a waste of timeeeee." Keefe whined as he flipped through books depicting Elvin love and marriage. "Can't we just be rebels of some sort?"

I sat on the floor of my bedroom, my back against my bed frame, while Keefe lay on my bed with his back facing the ceiling.

"No, because if this is the reason we end up in Exile, I will be so mad at you." I said, brushing my bangs out of my face.

"#Couple goals." Keefe said ruffling my hair, "They wish they could be as cool as us."

"Uh huh, whatever." I flipped through a couple more pages, "This doesn't state anything about same sex elvin relationships!"

"Maybe that's the world telling you, 'Hey Tam, you should let Keefe kiss you!'" Keefe shrugged, "Just an idea."

"You are so weird, Keefe." My face turned red and I hid my nose in the book. "I need to learn the basics of elvin dating and romance, anyways."

The bedsprings creaked, and I felt his warm breath next to my ear, tickling my neck hairs and making my face even brighter, "I could teach you that."

The growing, hot feeling in my stomach that made me want to either punch him in the face or kiss him was getting hard to ignore. I, subtly, lifted my chin upwards to meet his face, and, God, is he beautiful. He's basically like the sun. If I stare too long, I'll waste my chance but if I act now.

"Fuck, you're cute." He said, leaning down and kissing me gently on the lips. The book slid out of my hands as troubles slipped out of mind. I reached my hands up to cup his face, which was hard because kissing upside-down is a real struggle. He tasted like lemons and candies and it was like sugar making my heart pound harder and my body ache for more. Keefe broke apart after a long kiss, and he smirked at me. "Done. You've been taught."

"You didn't teach me anything." I rolled my eyes, picking my book back up, "I bet you haven't even read this book."

"Please, I read that in the 3rd grade." He said, all sassy like, "And I can tell it's not going to even mention homosexuality or interracial relationships once." Then, he swung his legs off the edge of the bed and plopped down on the floor beside me, and added, "If the Match Maker's declared us soulmates, then we're soulmates!"

"Yeah, but same-sex love should result in a bad match." I crossed my arms, frustrated with the undereducation of students in school with Matchmaking.

"Maybe we're just too good." Keefe shrugged. Then, he cupped my face, "Tam, why do you care? The system said we're meant to be. Why do we have to spend the whole night questioning existence when we could be making out?"