KOTLC One-Shots {mostly Foster-Keefe}

I'm Willing to Get My Dress Dirty for a Boy

A/N This will be a BianaXDex one-shot.

Biana's POV

     Sophie, Keefe, Tam, Linh, Fitz, Dex, and I were at Everglen for a sleepover. Everybody knew this would be fun, but I didn't invite everyone here for fun. I brought them here so everyone would suck it up and confess to their feelings. I had already convinced Sophie to tell Keefe she was completely head over heels for him, and I was hoping everyone else would follow in her footsteps. Yes, I have always been aware of Sophie's liking of Keefe, as I am not blind, and I am not stupid. Sure, I was jealous at first, but at some point I realized it would never work out for Keefe and I.

     While I'm busy making mallowmelt (my friends are way too obsessed with it) someone arrives. The sleepover isn't supposed to start in awhile, so I wonder who it could be. I hear Fitz's voice from around the corner where he's setting up our sleeping arrangements. "Biana! Open the gates, would you? I'm kind of busy!" I roll my eyes, hating how my brother always made himself the priority. I was busy too. Careful to set the mallowmelt to a temperature suitable to keep them warm, but not burning for a small duration, I leave the kitchen and head to the gates.

     Standing outside the gates, Dex is standing with his arm covering his eyes, attempting to keep himself from getting blinded. I rush to open the gates and open them quickly, in hopes of sparing Dex's eyesight. 

     "Hey Dex," I say, smiling. 

     "Hey Biana." He replies, his periwinkle eyes lighting up when he smiled. "The triplets were being extra obnoxious today, so I hope it's okay that I'm early. I would've stayed home, but after they broke a couple of really large, hard to break things, I needed to get out of there before they decided to break one of my large, easier to break bones."

     "Of course, Dex. You don't have to ask, you can stop by whenever you want." I lead him inside to our kitchen, ready to get cracking on the next batch of mallowmelt. I notice how uncomfortable he is, and I know it has something to do with me, or the fact that he was in my house. Ready to throw some flour at him to lighten the mood, I slowly inch over to the bag, ready for a sneak attack. I turn as if I am about to add it to the bowl to mix the ingredients together, and whip around, the flour covering his face and shoulders.

     For a second, he looked utterly shocked. He had frozen in place, unmoving. When he regained composure, he wasted no time grabbing another handful, splattering the front of my dress with it. "It is so on, Miss Vacker."

     We continued to throw flour at each other until the whole kitchen was white, my batch-in-progress of mallowmelt lay tipped on it's side, forgotten. He moved closer to brush the flour out of my hair, and once he was satisfied, he stayed close. "You should come over more often," I said, really meaning it.

     He flashed a wide smile, and replied with, "Yeah, maybe I will." 

     We were still standing close when Fitz distractedly wandered in, muttering something about cleaning up for Sophie. When he saw the mess in the kitchen, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack. His expression was even more priceless when he saw Dex and I. "Just give me a break already!" he wailed.

     Dex rolled his eyes and muttered something about "Wonderboy", then we got to work on cleaning the kitchen.