𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘. ❪ 𝚔𝚊𝚖 ❫

eight

☾ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ☾

"Keefe! Wake up."

Keefe opened his eyes groggily and checked the clock on his bedside table. "What the - Tam, it's the middle of the night."

"I know," Tam said quietly. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" Keefe asked, sitting up.

"I'm worried." He sighed. "We don't exactly have the greatest parents, you know."

"News flash."

"I'm scared we don't know what we're doing. That we'll mess up, somehow."

Keefe nodded. He knew what Tam meant, and had felt the same doubt himself. They really didn't know what they were doing, or have any examples. Some of their friends parents had been kind and parental towards him, but those instances were always shadowed by the wish that his mom and dad were like that. And it wasn't consistent, either, like his own fathers words. In conclusion, he and Tam were screwed if they didn't convince themselves otherwise.

"What are you thinking about?" Tam asked after a bit.

"How to be the opposite of Cassius and Quan."

Tam laughed. "I guess we'll do what we always do: wing it."

"You just sound so responsible," Keefe teased.

"Since when are you worried about responsibility?"

"Since it actually matters now!"

"Don't get too serious on me," Tam said. "I don't think I can deal with that."

"You shouldn't worry about that, Tammy." Keefe brushed Tams bangs out of his face.

"I won't," Tam said. He leaned over and kissed Keefe softly. Keefe rested his head on Tams shoulder.

a/n:

wow, that was rlly fvcking short. i'm disappointing everyone with this book, tbh. the updates are short, and u have to wait literally 5 months for 100 words, smh.

- soph -_-