I Love You Keith

Singing

Keith POV

We stayed at the beach for a few hours, me and James playing in the ocean and catching up, and Adam and Chris had a few drinks. Then we had to head back to the hotel. After showering and changing, we went to a nearby restaurant, with seafood of course. "So, boys, do you know why we're here?" Chris asked. "Because its dinner time and we're all hungry?" James said. Chris smiled but shook his head. "No, but good answer. We're here because we need to discuss you guy's recent behavior." I raised an eyebrow. What did he mean? Were we gonna talk about my getting expelled? Adam already lectured me about that. Adam sighed. "Okay, they obviously don't get it. You guys have both been moping around the house. Being lazy and acting like its the end of the world. From what we gather, it's because you guys aren't around each other." "So, we're trying to figure a way out for you guys to hang out this summer so we don't have to deal with two moody teens." Chris finished. "James, we'll probably do what we did last summer, and you'll stay with Keith and Adam for most of the summer. Is that okay with you?" James smiled and nodded "Of course!" We spent the rest of the dinner joking around and stuffing ourselves with fish and chips.

The next day, James and his dad said goodbye, and he went home with me and Adam. After a heated argument over who got to be shotgun, Adam sentenced us both to the back seat. "Okay, that's enough, No one in the front, both of you in the back. God damn, its just a seat." "But if you're in the front you can change the music!" I whined as I got in the back. "What's this about music?" James asked. Adam smiled evilly in the mirror. "Keith doesn't approve of my taste in music, so he always steals the aux cord. But this time, I have it. And I'm going to torture you guys with my music." I groaned. "Adam, please no!" "What's wrong? Its just music." James said. "But he likes cheesy pop songs and Ed Sheeran. Basically anything that mentions love and gets stuck in your head." James smiled. "But I like Ed Sheeran songs. And things that get stuck in my head."

"Haha! YES! Looks like its two against one Keith." Adam jeered. I glared at him and shook my head. "I can't believe it. My boyfriend likes cheesy pop songs. I hate it." James smiled and leaned onto me "But you love me." I sighed "Well, that is true." And kissed him. Adam rolled his eyes. "Can you not? I don't need you defiling my car." I broke away from James smiling "Hey, you and Shiro have done worse in the front seat, so shut up and play your devil's music." Adam blushed a bit, but shut up. He started scrolling through his phone, finally choosing a playlist. The first notes of Castle on the Hill began, and we started the long drive home.

Song after song played, each cheesier than the last. Adam sung along to almost everyone, and James hummed to a few.  I just leaned against his shoulder, trying to drown out the music. 'd never admit it, but I kind of liked Adam music. It reminded me of Shiro and our impromptu singing sessions. The first few notes of one of the songs started, and James sat up straight. "You recognize this one James? How about singing it with me?" Adam said. I sat up. James was gonna sing? JAMES WAS GONNA SING! I hadn't heard him do it since my birthday a few years ago. James smiled. "Sure." The song started, and they began to sing.

When your legs don't work like they used to before
And I can't sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70

And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

I stared at James in awe. He had a beautiful voice. He was beautiful. He hit every note, and seemed to know the words by heart. As the song continued, I couldn't tear my gaze away from him.  When it finally ended, James had a bright smile on his face. He caught me staring at him and raised and eyebrow. "What?" He asked, face turning a light pink. I shook my head a little and smiled. "Nothing. You just have a beautiful voice. You should sing more often." James shook his head. "No, I'm good." "Keith's right James. You have a great voice. Why don't you sing?" Adam said, looking in the mirror. James shrugged. "I just don't like to with other people. Keith does the same thing." "Yeah, but I have a good excuse." "And what is that?" James asked, leaning towards me. I smiled, and pecked him on the lips. "If I'm singing, I can't kiss you." James smiled. "That's a very good excuse."

We spent the rest of the ride singing along to the songs, and it went from genuinely trying to sound good to sounding like we were dying. We weren't loud, but we put in a bunch of voice cracks and weird noises. The three of us were cracking up most of the time, barely registering where we were. As we finished a terrible re-edition of Let Me Love you, we pulled into our driveway. We got out, laughing the whole time. I was smiling big, bright and genuinely. Yeah, this year had started out as a shit show. But we could still make it good with the time we had.