Another a/n:
To those who wanted a Fedex chapter, I was curious if you'd rather have me publish a story (like this type of story like a novel thingy) because I have a story outline for a Fedex romance that'd be ranging from about 10-20 chapters, but if you'd rather I just write a chapter, thats ok too!!

Now, Kam-I mean story time!

Tam POV (Once Again)

It had come. The Sun Catcher's Dance.

By Elvin protocol, we canceled school that day and just spent it in the ballroom with the lights low. The joy of not having to spend a wasteful day sitting in a classroom was contagious, like a lit candle falling onto a wooden floor. Playful music played inside the ballroom, and everyone looked ready to be the happiest they'd ever been.

The Sun Catcher's Dance is like an Elf's Prom and Homecoming mushed together into one, huge, fancy, ball. Girls in their best gowns and best jewels, while boys were in tightly tied ties (try saying that five times fast) and white-as-paper button up shirts.

I was the least excited person to be there.

Dances are usually (At least here in Lost Cities) for couples or singles wanting to mingle. I was a single who if mingled with would snap someone's neck.

I did still dress nicely for the occasion; velvet black collared eggshell shirt, a dashing bow tie, and some complementary slacks. I added some more silver highlights to my hair, so they would bring out my eyes, and I, against my will, wore some white gloves ("You'll look like a prince!" Linh said. I said, "If I were a prince I'd throw myself off a cliff.").

Me and my friends walked in together, but it was distinct who the couples were. Well at least, some of the couples. Fitz seemed to be holding Sophie's hand, but it was like he was holding a mannequin and he was really engaged with talking to Dex. And Biana was holding Dex's hand, sure, but she paid him no attention as she talked with Linh endlessly. Marella and Sophie too. Then there was me and Keefe. Neither of us talked, just walked with the group inside.

Of course, when the music started, everyone was dancing. Not me, no matter what Linh tried to say, she could not get me to dance. I sat at a table, by myself, counting the minutes until something horrible happened.

I watched as Keefe and Dex talked about something in secret, and Keefe danced with Sophie. And Biana. And Marella. Since he was some sort of a gentleman, he didn't dance with Linh. I felt weird watching him, but I couldn't help it. The way he talked, walked, danced. It was intoxicating. I couldn't look away for long, but every time I did, I tried, hard as I could, to still be mad at him.

He was Prince Charming but a little broken inside.

And I knew that I wasn't his Cinderella.

I wasn't even in his fairy tale.

Dex sat beside me, and put down two red cups, "Drink up, tam. These are definitely filled with booze and we'll need it to get through the night."

"We?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You're in love with Keefe, aren't you?" When I didn't answer, he added, "I'm in love with King Fitz, his majesty of FoxFire girls."

"Oh then yeah, I like Keefe." I then said quickly, "It's against my will, though. I don't want to love him."

"If you wanted to love him, he probably wouldn't love you back." Dex shrugged, taking a sip of his cup and almost throwing up, "Holy shit, this is disgusting!"

I laughed, for the first time since Candle Shade, "You should know better, under age drinking."

"I was just trying something new." He place his cup under the table, "There. No more beer for this dude."

Then, abruptly, the DJ announced the slow dance song. Question...? By Taylor Swift (I'm sorry guys, I had to). I wouldn't have cared if I hadn't seen Keefe, coming out of the crowd, and walking up to my table. Seeing him, making eye contact with him, it sent unwanted shivers down my spine, reminding me of what he had said but also completely erasing the memory.

"Hey, Tam." He said, obviously nervous and face a bit flustered.

"Hi." I tried to speak nonchalantly, but my hands sweated like I was holding the sun.

"Can we-can I ask you for this dance?" He thrusted out a hand, like I was to shake it and the world would go away and it'd be me and him, alone at the dance floor.

I gazed up at him, surely my eyes were glittering like I was seeing stars and I forgot the fact I was supposed to respond, "Uh shit. Sure."

I took his hand, and felt that maybe, just for tonight, I'll be Cinderella.

The song continued as we waltzed, and Keefe started talking in a low voice, "i wanted to talk about yesterday."

Blood rushed to my cheeks, "Oh?"

His grip tightened on my hips, "I need to apologize for how I acted around the situation."

"Go on, I'm listening." I smirked, loving the way he squirmed when he said apologize. He never truly believed he was wrong.

"Well, though I could believe you saying that you hated me was uncalled for, but I was being kind of a self absorbed brat about it, and if you had acted that way, I would've punched you." Keefe admitted, making my smile widen. "But, I just wanted to tell you that if you hate me, it's alright and I don't hold it against you."

"Keefe I could never hate you." I gulped, feeling like I was being too vulnerable to a tone-deaf person, "I just felt the weight of the moment and reacted in a way to defend myself and my dignity."

"I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to defend yourself around me, Tam." He said the next part, so quiet it was barely a whisper, "You know, you leave me defenseless as well."

I felt our bodies move closer, pressed as we tried to continue dancing but were losing sight of ourselves. After the quiet, "It's just a question," the song ended and couples broke apart from making out, and regrouped with their friends to continue dancing.

Keefe and I looked at each other, and I could sense a forbidden longing in his eyes. He didn't have time for it, but it pushed its way through all the other events in his schedule and made time itself. I didn't want to have another thing to worry about but there i was, worrying away.

Biana ran up to us, breathless and excited, and said exasperatedly, "YOUGUYSSOPHIE'SPLANNINGAPARTY!"

"What?"

"Sorrysorrysorry," She took a deep breath, "Sophie's having an afterparty while her parents are away in like 30 minutes...you guys have to come!"

"Sounds like fun!" Keefe grinned, "I'm in."

"I don't know..." I looked around, unsure of how a secret party without a parent's approval could go well.

"C'mon Tam, please?" Biana begged.

Keefe added on, "Yeah! Pleaseeee Tam."

Biana and Keefe made the worst sad puppy eyes at me, so when I changed my mind, it was not because of they're shitty persuasion, but because I didn't want to see them make those wide eyed stares at me for another second.

I sighed, "Fine! I'll go!"

"Woohoo!" Keefe cheered, as I ignored the dread building up in my stomach, like knots upon knots upon knots.