Keeper Of The Lost Cities... What'll Happen?

The Kitchen

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ooohhh! I'm writing in a new pov. It's just because I want you all to see what really happens in the kitchen, the closet, and the bathroom. I'm excited and you all need to let me know what you think. This one is Tam's pov, just so you all know! 

"what the heck are you doing Tam?" Biana gasped at me as I locked us in the kitchen. 

"locking the door," I said, obviously. she sighed. 

"at least there's stuff to eat and drink in here," she mumbled, settling down. then she remembered. "oh, right. I'm stuck with you..." 

"biana, we need to talk," I tried. she turned her nose up and I sighed. "talk, please," I pleaded yet she just ignored me. 

she stood up and pulled a crystal glass from a fancy cupboard and filled it with some bottles youth. she sat back down and took one long swig from it and placed it on the elegant marble counter top, empty. 

"I wouldn't drink that much, B. You're gonna have to use the bathroom and I'm not letting you out until we talk," I warned. 

"first, don't call me 'B'. Second, I'm not taking directions from you," Biana snapped. 

"well, this is a start," I mumbled. she turned away and stuck her nose in the air once more. "back to the start," I said under my breath. 

"your pink hair is stupid," she insulted. 

"just as stupid as your plain outfit," I snapped back. I covered my mouth as she gasped, offended. "B, I didn't mean it," I told her. 

"just stop. don't talk to me. I'm finding a way out of here. I don't need you. and stop calling me 'b'!" she hollered at me. this was going way worse than I had wanted and than Sophie had planned. Biana stood up and wandered the kitchen, looking some way out. I tried the knob, giving up a lot easier than I had planned. 

I rattled it. I tried shaking it harder than I had before when it didn't budge. I then pushed my weight against the door while twisting the knob. I tried slamming my body against it. Nothing was working. We were actually stuck in here. 

"hey, B, we have a problem," I whispered. 

"what!?" she snapped, annoyed. 

"we're actually stuck in here. the door won't open," I warned. 

"shove over," she demanded, trying everything I had. the color suddenly drained from her face. "oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh... i'm actually trapped. actually trapped in here with you," she cried. "someone with hot pink hair who insulted my outfit. And I have to pee!" she gasped. 

"warned you," i whispered, not planning on making our situation any worse. 

"I wish I could just vanish," she mumbled. 

"um... you can," I pointed out. 

"not like that but you're right!" she said, vanishing. 

"hey, B, I know you don't want to talk to me. but since we're actually stuck in here together, can we please just talk?" I pleaded. I heard sobbing in one of the corners and sat down next to her. I put an arm around her invisible back and she turned visible and started crying. "what's wrong?" I asked. 

"you kissed her," she whispered barely audible. 

"i didn't mean it. But, while we're saying who kissed who, you did kiss Keefe, my nemesis," I told her. 

"wouldn't frenemy be a better term?" she suggested. 

"sure," I said. "but you're missing the point. I don't like sophie and you know that. and i'm just hoping you don't like Keefe," I said. 

"i don't," she said, honestly. 

"then why are we mad at each other?" I asked. 

"because...." she trailed off. 

"because..." I prompted. 

"I like you," she blurted out. I blushed so deeply I'm pretty sure that my hot pink hair was matched my face. 

"i, um... i like you too," I whispered back. she looked at me to see if I was lying. when she saw I wasn't, she smiled. I wiped the tears off her face. she cupped mine in her hands. then, she kissed me. of course she kissed me, I laughed to myself. I kissed her back and she pulled away smiling. 

"maybe being locked in a kitchen with you isn't so bad," she said, still smiling. 

"yeah, well, I like you too but let's revisit that 'locked in a kitchen' business. I want to get out of here," I said standing up. 

"you don't want to be in here with me or kiss me?" she asked. I knelt back down. 

"of course I do," I said, gently pecking her on the lips. "but, I don't want to be in a kitchen anymore. I need to pee and so do you," I reminded her. she blushed. 

"you're right," she laughed. I helped her up. 

"okay, let's find a way out of this kitchen!" I said. 

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AAHHHH! Tiana! YAY! hope you all enjoyed!