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The Sign He Gives When He's Lying

Mackie's POV

I sighed in exasperation as I entered my bedroom. I plopped myself down on my bed and laid my arms over my eyes. An image of Y/N flashed across my mind and I let out another breath.

I start remembering what Francis and I found out and what he told me to do.

*Earlier*

"What?" Francis gasped. "Keifer likes Y/N? Where'd you get an idea like that?"

I sat down on the floor and crossed my legs, Francis following my lead by reflex. I ran a hand through my hair and exhaled in exhaustion.

"About two weeks ago, I saw Keifer and Y/N, Frans. And when Y/N gave Keifer a compliment, Keifer blushed so hard," I reasoned, hoping he would believe me.

Francis gave me a skeptical look and argued, "Mack, you know that Keifer is the shy and quiet one out of all three of us. Of course, he would blush if he was given a compliment."

I groaned a little, trying to think of a way to convince him. I gave Francis a sly smile when an idea came into mind. Francis answered my smile with a scrunched up funny face. We burst out laughing and wiped away out fake tears.

"Okay Francis, remember the sign Keifer always gives when he is lying?" I asked, hoping he would remember.

Francis nodded, "Yeah, he always tucks his hair behind his ear. He even does it when his hair is tied. But Keif hasn't done it in a while, 'cause he swore not to lie anymore. I just don't get it Mack?! What are you getting at?"

I smiled and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down the hallway.

Keifer was laying on the company sofa, scrolling through Instagram. When he saw us, he nodded his head in greeting.

"Hey Keif, can I ask you a question?" I urged, letting go of Francis's hand.

Francis nudged my shoulder, making a questioning groan.

Keifer nodded and sat up, I could tell his curiosity was building.

"Do you . . . like . . . Y/N?" I said, the words piercing my heart with each syllable.

Deep inside I really do hope that he doesn't lie to me. Please dont touch our hair. Please say no.

Keifer looked taken back.

"Of course not, Mack? Where did this even come from?" Keifer said, not sparing a blush.
His hand swiftly snaked up to his ear, tucking his hair behind his left one.

Francis took in a sharp gasp, his hand gripping my wrist tightly.

"Okay, thanks. You better prepare for the concert tomorrow, since coach will never let us hear the end of it if we forget that one note we always mess up," I said, pushing Francis the other way.

Keifer waved as Francis and I turned the corner. Francis let out a held in breath and gave me an alarming look.

"Keifer . . . he just lied? And about liking Y/N?" Francis said like he literally didn't just witness it for himself.

"Yes! Now do you get why we can't tell him that I, yes I, like Y/N!" I whisper shouted back.

Francis seemed to snap out of his trance when I said that, "No no no, you are going to tell him."

"What?"

"Yes Mackie, you will tell Keifer you like Y/N, or I will. And right after the concert."

"Francis, you're being unreasonable-" I whined, getting cutt off.

"Tell him right after the concert, Mackie. Or I will."

A/N:

I'm back! And healed!