A/n:
Before I start this off, I want to clarify something. Kyce is purely a JOKE, and a fun slash ship my friends and I created at school. Vixenfoxine is writing a great story about this ship, but PLEASE don't get offended or feel insulted about this. It's meant as a joke, and I have checked with the people involved to see if they're ok with us shipping them. Please just enjoy this. -Alex
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Keegan Donally, the resident shorty of the Eighth Grade, had a little secret. Sure, he would deny and play it off as a bromance situation, but he was bisexual. His friends were suspicious, but he somehow managed to squirm his way out of conversations involving his sexuality. Well, that was about to change.
As Keegan walked down the hall, heading towards the science lab, he noticed a flock of fluffy, wild blonde hair dart past him. Surprised, he turned to find out the cause of this sudden disruption. There, standing only mere inches from him, was a boy with bleached, sandy hair and bright, shining cerulean eyes. A small flush was upon the boy's cheeks, as he panted, out of breath.
"Bryce! What the hell are you doing?" A voice called, and the boy turned.
"I just ran from the other end of the school Brenton, lay off," Bryce retorted, a cocky smile ghosting his face.
At this point, this boy had all of Keegan's attention. He was entranced with the sarcasm and seemingly blissful, humorous ignorance that radiated around this kid. An all too familiar tug plucked at Keegan's heart, and he recognized it as puppy love.
'Get a grip Keegan, you've not even properly talked to the guy yet and you're already falling head-over-heels like a loser.' He scolded himself, trying to shake the feeling off.
The bell decided to take that moment to make its shrill voice heard. Panicking, both Keegan and Bryce ran into the classroom, hastily planting themselves in their seats, trying to pretend like they had been there the entire time.
"Alright, today you're getting new a new seating chart because SOME PEOPLE," the teacher paused, looking pointedly between a group of girls (and one genetic mutant) who had just clamped their mouthes closed, finally giving him their attention. "As I was saying, you're getting a new seating chart because some people can't seem to focus on their work while next to each other."
Keegan groaned. He always got put next to either some real douchebags, or a really chatty kid who didn't know how to shut their damn mouth. He was never put by any of his friends, and he didn't expect to be. That's why it was such a surprise when the teacher called for him to sit by Katelon, Alex.... and Bryce.
Keegan was taken aback, his face blushing in both surprise and embarrassment. He was put next to Bryce?! The guy who he had just developed a- No. Definitely NOT a crush. Not so soon. And of course, by the two people who would try and pair them together all while making snarky comments and sly jokes about the boys. Just his luck.
Students shuffled to their new seats, greeting their fellow peers as they sat. Bryce slid smoothly, well, attempted to slide smoothly, into the seat right next to Keegan. However, his... "graceful" stride caused the chair legs to skid slightly, resulting in him tumbling out of his chair, directly onto Keegan.
"G'off me!" Keegan exclaimed, barely being able to remain in his seat after the sudden weight sliding into his side and lap.
"S-sorry... didn't plan for that to happen... haha," Bryce muttered, looking up at Keegan. His breath caught in his throat. Everything about Keegan, from his black, slightly mussy hair, to his sharp facial structure, to his eyes that sparkles with amusement and.... interest? Was exactly Bryce's type. He didn't realize how long he'd been staring at Keegan, until he felt an awkward little shift from under him.
"Uh, dude? Y'gonna get up?" Keegan asked, forcing out a little chuckle.
'Oh right... still on his lap.' Bryce thought as he scrambles back into his own seat. "I'm so sorry... I kinda zoned out... it happens a lot.."
"I've noticed. You never pay attention in Algebra!" Keegan laughed, and Bryce felt his heart flutter. That laugh. He wanted to hear that laugh over and over. Before his thoughts could wander again, the teacher spoke.
"After that little... incident... I would like to begin class, Mr. Donally and Mr. Willman."
"Sorry sir!" Keegan and Bryce chimed in unison.
"Now, if there will be no more distractions, I would like to assign a project. You'll be split into partners with your table mate. If you don't have one, I suggest you find someone else to work with," the teacher said. He began to drone on about the project. Something about air pressure and chemicals? Bryce didn't know. He was too busy studying Keegan's features. The almost invisible dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks, the small indent above his eyebrow, his petite button nose, but his gaze was mostly fixed on those dark peach lips. They seemed soft, if a bit chapped, and plump. Bryce couldn't help but wonder what they felt like, if he were to kiss them.
'Whoah there, hormones. Control yourselves.' He chided mentally, dragging his mind back to reality.
".......and so today will be your day for answering questions and research. Good luck students," the teacher concluded, letting the children do their own thing, while being heavily monitored.
