𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝔽𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 (𝕂𝕒𝕞 𝕂𝕠𝕥𝕝𝕔)

«06» showerSSSS, like, uhh, plural

Dunno what to put here. Happy reading!

Keefe
Tam avoided Keefe's gaze, instead turning to Linh. The two talked but lowered their voices to a level that Keefe couldn't hear. As the food was being brought out so they could eat, Keefe  brushed his elbow against Tam's to get a reading of his emotions. For no particular reason, of course.

Keefe furrowed his brow. Was that the same buzzing feeling he himself felt earlier today??

Eh, probably not.

The group ate, bantering about school work and other subjects often connected with small talk. Tam avoided Keefe's eyes the entire time, even ignoring his snooty comments. This was extraordinarily frustrating Keefe, although he should've become used to the ignorance at this point. Once they were done, all of them headed for showers—which was no problem considering that Everglen had at least 15.

Fortunately for Keefe, Tam and his were on the same floor, resulting in them both having to walk in the same direction throughout Everglen's breathtaking marble and crystal decorated hallways. Alone. Together.

"I just realised something, Tammy," Keefe mentioned playfully, breaking the awkward silence that had previously consumed the situation's stance.

Tam continued avoiding eye contact as he responded and they walked, Keefe leading the way so that they didn't get lost. He spoke rather dryly, in Keefe's opinion. "And what's that?"

"I don't think I've ever asked you how you are. Like, ever. Not a single 'How are you?', I mean that is what friends do... I think. So, how are you?" Despited Tam avoiding eye contact, Keefe gazed at him intently as he awaited for a response.

Tam sped up his pace slightly, pulling his bangs over his eyes. Something about the way he did it made Keefe think that he was nervous, but it was probably nothing. "I'm fi-"

He was suddenly cut off as Tam slipped on the polished marble tiles, causing him to fall backwards with a small yelp. Keefe grabbed his arm as he fell, in a heroic attempt to save him from the fall, but only succeeded in going down with Tam. Next thing they knew, they were on the floor—Keefe's body weight pressed on top of Tam's, their faces barely two inches apart.

Keefe's heart was acting like he himself had just run a marathon and he could feel his face growing hot. But for some reason, he didn't pull away as he stared into Tam's silver eyes.
His gorg—stupid silver eyes. Keefe had always thought of it as silly from childhood when people said they could get lost in a certain someone's eyes—but now, he finally understood what they had meant. And, in fact, he didn't think it was stupid at all.

Why didn't i notice how attractive he was before?

Wait- I'm not... no. This is embarrassing. Thats all. Thats why I'm red. Thats why my heart is pumping. And thats why i definitely wasn't excited to spend, like, an entire night with him.

Perfectly logical explanation.

A rush of emotions hit him all at once- some that were his, and some that were Tam's. Embarrassment, hope, nervousness, relief, fear, reluctance. He wondered which ones were Tam's. He couldn't seperate them in the fog of his own mind. Some sort of tension had filled the air—although he couldn't figure out what that was all about.

Keefe brought himself back to reality, suddenly very aware that they had been like- this, for quite a while now. Or at least, long enough to make being in this specific position with Tam a very awkward thing indeed. He cleared his throat, pushing himself up off the floor—and up off of Tam's chest. Keefe stuck his hand out for Tam, but the dark haired was already steadying himself upright. His entire face was reddened, and Keefe assumed he himself looked the same.

"Uhh..." Tam said, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt. "We should probably get going for a shower, now."

"Err- yeah." Keefe replied quickly. "But not, like- together. ShowerSSSS, like, uhhh, plural."

SHUT THE FUCK UP MOUTH WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!?!!?? NO MORE TALKING FOR YOU.

Keefe didn't realise how stupid it was for himself to be scolding his own body parts in his mind.

"Yeahhhhhhhhhhh," Tam continued walking and Keefe followed.

The trip to the showers was done in absolute silence and the awkwardness had somehow pieced itself back together again. Keefe showed Tam to his designated bathroom, then proceeded to make his way to his own bathroom further across the hall.

Tam
Tam felt a wave of relief as the door clicked shut behind him.

What the actual fuck just happened?

He probably knows. Shit. He definitely saw me go red, and staring at—

Just forget about it. Forget about it, and hope he does too.

After recovering from the embarrassment—Tam showered, changing into a light grey-blue shirt and black and white flannel patterned pyjama pants.

After he left the guest room he had used the bathroom of, he realised that he had absolutely no idea where abouts in Everglen he was. Tam was reluctant to wait for Keefe for two reasons.

1. The sheer humiliating experience Tam had endured about twenty minutes ago, and 2. The fact that he would probably be waiting about twenty minutes for Keefe to finish styling his hair.

So—only somewhat remembering the way in which Keefe led him to get there—Tam set of to navigate back to the guest room where they were all sleeping. 18 minutes later, he finally succeeded in his mission. Everyone was waiting for him as he entered. Even Keefe, surprisingly, along with his stupidly gorgeous golden hair.

I took so long to get back that even Keefe had time to style his hair AND get back before me. Wow.

"Tam," Biana had a relieved expression on her face. "I thought i was going to have to look for you."

"Yeah," Tam joined the small circle in which the group was sitting in, placing himself next to Linh and Fitz—across the circle from Keefe. Which was how far he could physically get from the boy. "I- err, got kinda lost on the way back."

"Okay, now that everyones here, lets play something. I was thinking truth or dare?" After a serious of protests from everyone in the room erupted after the suggestion, Biana decided to apply some rules. "Fine. No asking someone who their crush is, and no making people kiss—unless, like, given consent or whatever."

Much to Tam's dismay, everyone agreed to play, resulting in a serious of incoherent celebratory sounds from Keefe.

Tam had a feeling this definitely wasn't a good idea.