Dressed In Karma | Klance

Chapter 1

"Oh come on, Keith. Lighten up, will ya?" Katie begged the korean to get dressed. He grunted at her stance, rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.

"No, no, no. Absolutely not." Keith replied almost instantly, not taking into any consideration the proposition Katie gave him.

"Just this once, Keith! And i'll never drag you to a party again." Her long hair swayed around her, as she attempted to pull him up from the corner of the room where he was seated, layered in thick covers with a macbook on his lap.

He wimpered, begging for Katie to give up on him, and go on without him, so he could continue watching The Fosters.

"You have a perfectly good bed, literally right next to you. Why sit on the floor?" She questioned, intrigued by his wierd tendencies.

"Don't judge me." He replied, shades of rose blooming on his cheeks.

He eventually found the strength to get up, feeling his body get cramps all over, from staying in that corner for the past four hours.

"Great! I'll start picking out what you're gonna wear. While that, go take a shower, you look a mess." She attempted to push Keith towards his bathroom before he could reply.

She liked taking control of all situations, especially if it was with Keith.

She was also really good at hiding things. Katie knew Keith had depression, she found his prescription pills in one of his drawers next to his bed. She also knew he wasn't taking them, since the safety cap was still on.

That's one of the reasons she wanted him to let loose at this party, so he could feel slightly better about himself, although she's not so sure that would work.

Keith on the other hand, is more absent minded than the others. His quirky nature, makes him an even bigger target for bullying.

Sounds of water errupted from the shower in the bathroom, while Katie chose out of the few pair of jeans and black t-shirts in his closet.

"Do you have anything that isn't... I dunno, gothy?" Katie yelled from the closet.

Keith scoffed loudly from the bathroom, audibly enough for Katie to hear all the way in his closet. "My clothing style is not gothy."

"Sure." She teased, finally finding a pair that would look good on Keith.

The boy eventually left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Katie couldn't help but notice how attractive Keith really was and how selfless he is to not notice every little thing she liked about him.

"So, I think these colors would look good on you." She handed Keith a tight white t-shirt, followed by a red flannel jacket. There was a small logo on the jacket, similar to the letter v on the back, near the nape of his neck.

"Where's this from? I don't remember having these clothes." Keith questioned, confused as to where Katie found this.

"Well, they're yours, obviously. They were in your closet. Unless you have a brother you never introduced me to." She teased, trying to gain a smile from the oriental.

"Very funny!" He gave her a sarcastic toothy smile. "Just put it on already! We're gonna be late!" She rushed the boy.

"To a party? Don't they say that it's cool, or something, to arrive late to these sort of things?" Keith raised an eyebrow, staring deeply into her hazel eyes. "Yeah, but not late to the point of the party ending." She replied, staring back at the boys perculiar shade of purple eyes.