The Prankster Team (A Keefex Story) [DISCONTINUED]

Confessions and Consolation

If any of you were waiting, thanks for waiting patiently. I typically have at least a couple of chapters written in advance, but I'm just coming up with this on the spot. So this might take a little while longer to update.

After asking the question, it took around five seconds before the blonde processed that someone had spoken to him. But even then, he didn't bother looking up, head still resting by his knees.

"Go away So-" he started grumbling, before his head jerked upward. He turned and faced Dex with wide eyes. "What... what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you why you're here," Dex answered back. "You... wanna talk about it? If you want, I'll tell you why I was here afterward. But I do have a vague idea as to what was going on."

'So-'... he meant Sophie, didn't he? He'd also mentioned confessing. If he had gotten there too late, it meant that someone else had confessed first. He vaguely recalled Soohie and Fitz leaving the room together.

"I'll talk about it. Just don't tell anyone, please?"

He wasn't planning to, but there was no way he would be able to with the pleading look on Keefe's face. Ice blue eyes were brimming with emotion, but the tears seemed to have stopped falling.

"Of course," Dex promised.

"I like... I like Sophie."

"So I was right!" He blurted, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, continue."

Keefe didn't show any major reaction, and continued. "I was going to finally tell her, but Wonderboy got to her first. And now they're dating."

A tear streamed down his face again. Without thinking, Dex reached forward, wrapping the boy in a hug. Keefe didn't pull away, but instead laid his head on Dex's chest.

"It's an awful feeling, I know how it is," he whispered, gently rubbing a hand across his back.

They sat like that for a few minutes, until Keefe's breathing became heavier than before. He was trying to figure out what to do next when Keefe sat up. In the process, he hit his chin, knocking him backward.

"Ow!" They both yelled, before bursting into laughter.

The moment eased the tense atmosphere, as they both sat, clutching their heads.

"You okay now?" Dex asked.

He nodded. "Better." It was probably the best answer that he could get.

He stood up. "I'll head back inside. Biana's probably wondering where we are."

He turned, only to feel an arm tug on his sleeve.

"You can't just leave like that! You're supposed to tell me your story now!"

"Oh... right," he sighed, rubbing his neck awkwardly. "I have a crush on Biana."

Keefe flinched. "Ouch. And Bangs Boy's the one dating her. How long have they been dating, nearly a month and a half?"

"Yeah," he said. "It's been that long."

"And that's why you're a little more distant than usual?"

Dex blinked. Keefe had noticed ? Almost as if he were reading his mind, he added on.

"I know you're kinda reserved, but you do crack jokes too and make fun of Fitzphie." He explained.

It was then that he realized that Keefe had still been holding on to his arm. Empathy, no wonder why he made that addition. Dex gently took Keefe's hand off his arm.