Memory Log: A KotLC Story

Chapter 7:

Keefe's POV:

I find it truly heart-breaking that no one even wanted to consider that the five of us (Yes, Bangs Boy included) could wreck so much havoc and create chaos in the ELITE TOWERS!

I mean it. The Elite towers.

We could've even had a slumber party at my room in the silver tower, but I'd rather keep everyone away from there. It's sorta a wreck in there.

But no, instead of pulling awesome pranks, Biana and Dex got their way. Although, I'm not against hacking in the registry again. I had SO much fun last time. But, Biana always has... interesting... ideas.

Which is why now, I'm face to face with a now fiercely red Iggy, and a dressed up Tam (who, must I say, is rocking the colored jerkin by the way). Biana was working on Dex, so she handed Iggy of to me and Foster while she "does her job". 

Iggy loves me and Foster though. 

Don't let his ferocious burps and farts say otherwise.

Even if they're forces to be reckoned with.

And I'm about to give this hairball to Foster as it burps in my face. 

As I give Iggy to Foster, she laughs, probably at the face I made due to the TERRIBLE Iggy breath, I ask her a question. "What if Iggy was the prank?" 

Sophie looks at me curiously, and I watch as the crinkle of confusion and worry comes back between her beautiful brown eyes. "What do you mean?" She asks, letting Iggy crawl in her lap.

I regain composure, replying, "Well, instead of gulons and selkies like I originally was thinking of, maybe we can set imps aroung the school, led by the one and only Iggy!" The idea takes a better shape in my mind as I explain, and I can almost feel Foster's response.

"If I say no, will you actually listen?"

I pretend to ponder the question, sitting up as I do.

"Depends." I settle for that answer.

"Depends on what...?" Foster asks suspiciously, making me chuckle slightly. I scoot closer to her and maybe Foster's just getting used to me doing this by now because she doesn't scoot back like she used to. Her face is still too red to consider it an all time reoccurance.

"Depends on if I get a kiss." I smirk, only halfway joking.

She shoves me away, laughing, "You are terrible!"

I laugh along, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch, Foster, I'm not that terrible."

I gotta admit. I was not prepared for Foster to learn to be smooth and all. Normally, she's a bit more flustered and I'm the one who's all romance-y, because I'm just like that. Like, one time, for midterms, I got her the most amazing gift along with the best poem written in the Black Swan's runes. I gave mood candy too, and the poem had said, 

I have the pen

You have the highlighter

I drew the world

and you make it brighter.

And it came with art made by her's truly and a human highlighter thing that I found while I was gone in the forbidden cities in London.

I'm just that romantic.

So when the kiss actually came, I sat for a minute, thoroughly shook. And when she had pulled away, she said, "No, you're amazing."

Foster always has to surprise me, I suppose. 

"Alright," I grin, "I will listen to your 'No' this time." 

Foster relases a breath of relief and I can't help but laugh. Until, Tammy boy walks over.

"Alright, Keefe, Biana's decided it's your turn."

I groan loudly. "Why must you torture me?"

Tam almost manages to look menacing to me as he smiles. His stupid bangs aren't helping either.

Biana comes over with Dex, joining us to show off Dex's hair again, which she's artifully styled once again, and it almost makes me want to run away as soon as I see her. Not that it's not good, but it means she might try to do my hair and I can NOT afford for her to mess up THE hair.

"Maybe Foster should go before me..." I laugh nervously.

Worst words. 

"Alright," I sigh, "Let's get this over with... But NO touching the hair! IT'S OFF LIMITS!"