Hi all! Thanks to an awesome request from Mnm4ever8, I (Paradise7), and Kit Kat will now attempt to write our own separate Keefe x Tam (or Kam, whatever floats your boat) fanfics! Comment, vote, do whatever pleases you, but please use constructive criticism–no flaming! :)))) Let the story begin! Also, please note that since the tab button on my computer doesn't work for some reason on Wattpad, and I'm too lazy to try and fix it, my paragraphs will have no indentation. Thanks!

*WARNING* MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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The Keepers sat in a circle on the floor of Biana's bedroom in Everglen, suffering the extensive pain of a slumber party. (GASP!!!) All right–maybe it wasn't that bad, but to Keefe, just SITTING HERE doing NOTHING except TALKING wasn't the best way he could be spending his time. He could be in the Shores of Solace, dreaming up ways to prank his dad, drawing, or plotting ways to bring misery to Dame Alina's life! Okay, maybe all of those things weren't great done alone, and he would rather be spending time with his friends—except the way Biana kept sneaking suspicious glances at him was scary. 

Biana had dragged them all into a slumber party—insisting that the last "hadn't been a real slumber party" because they'd just been doing work for the Black Swan—only relenting on the fact that it should be a mellow slumber party, with no pranks and stupid stuff. Naturally, Keefe had come up with this genius idea during their group hail, and naturally, no one else had believed him capable of this glorious geniosity. Sophie, Fitz, and Biana had just looked disappointed (no surprise there), while Tam gave him The Suspicious Glare™ (also no surprise from that high-and-mighty Bangs Boy!—did he really have to SWOOSH his hair so much!?). Linh and Dex had been the only ones appreciating his amazingness, looking supremely relieved.

So, since there couldn't be any pranks, and because Truth or Dare [A/N: Candor or Dauntless, Divergent fans? No? ...I'll stop XD] qualified as stupid stuff, pretty much the only thing left to do was to talk, about life and crushes and school and crushes and the Black Swan and crushes and other stuff. 

Two months ago, Keefe would have been totally hyped to have a slumber party, because it meant hanging out with Sophie the FosterMonster (!!!!), but now, really, Keefe was pretty much done obsessing over her. She was still smart, and funny, and nice, and all that, but now Keefe kinda just saw her as a sister (not that she'd noticed the difference– she was totally oblivious to anything, and head-over-heels in love with Fitz).

Since Keefe was currently being forgotten by most of the people sitting around him, he was passing the time by staring and thinking. The twins were sitting across from him, with Sophie sitting next to Linh. Biana was sitting next to Tam, sneaking glances at Tam, and then sneaking glances at Keefe. (Slightly awkward.) Honestly, she had always been Keefe's honorary sister in his eyes, and plus, as Fitz's sister, completely off-limits, even if he was interested in her. 

Nope, Keefe wasn't looking at her, or Sophie, for that matter. He was looking at those entrancing silver-blue eyes that looked silver in the shadow but when studied were actually pale blue rimmed with light grey, fantasizing about that silky-looking hair tipped with metallic silver that he just wanted to reach out and touch, and trying to tear his eyes away but failing again and again.

"Keefe." A faraway voice attempted unsuccessfully to reach Keefe in this dreamland.

"KEEFE."

"KEEFE!!"  The collective yell pulled Keefe out of his reverie (ooh, fancy word).

"Wuh–what!?"

"You were gazing off at my poster or something," Biana laughed. [A/N: WORK WITH ME HERE WHAT POSTER WOULD SHE HAVE?! IT'S NOT LIKE ELVES HAVE BANDS]

"Well, I just couldn't resist, it looked so fascinating," Keefe smirked.

"Anyway."  Dex rolled his eyes. "As we were saying, which is better: mallowmelt or custard bursts?"

"Hmmm," speculated Keefe, stroking his chin. "The question all Ancients have pondered for countless generations...of course, I must discuss with the Hair before so rashly deciding my opinion of this paramount question, as I assume all of you did?" Keefe raised his eyes and smirked at the elves around him.

"Puh-LEAZE," Tam snorted. 

"Uh, mallowmelt will always be better?" Sophie grinned.

"I'm going to have to disagree with you there Soph," Fitz smiled as he entwined their fingers together. "I think your chocolate mint ripplefluffs are the best." (Ripplefluffs weren't even on the list, Fitz. GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME.)

Sophie blushed, beaming, and rested her head on his shoulder [A/N: Happy Birthday, Sophitz shippers...] as everyone else rolled their eyes. Keefe could have felt the gooey emotions from the inside of Exile.

"Hey hey hey, hold on..." Biana butted in. "That's Edaline's recipe... SOPHIE! ARE YOU TAKING CREDIT FOR YOUR MOTHER'S HOLY FOOD?!"

Sophie laughed. "Maybe..."

"Back up everyone, BACK UP," Dex grinned. "That's my mom's recipe too... SOPHIE! YOU HAVE BEEN ACCUSED OF DOUBLE FRAUD!"

"I've been forgotten," Keefe sighed, shaking his head in mock sadness while everyone else ignored him.

"Well, as we sorely need a tiny change in topic, Tam and I have only ever had custard bursts, never anything else, so we can't judge..." Linh chuckled.

"Wait, hold on," Fitz gasped. "Never?! Have you had mallowmelt, then?"

"Nope," Tam said. "Linh asked for custard bursts for the both of us the last birthday we had before we were banished." 

"And you haven't had pudding puffs either?" Biana shot upright as the twins shook their heads.

"We already had dinner," Fitz protested.

"Dearest brother," Biana sighed. "What kind of sleepover would this be if we didn't stay up late trashing our bodies with dessert? We haven't brushed our teeth yet," she added triumphantly.

"TO THE KITCHEN!" Keefe shouted, bouncing onto his feet.

"TO THE KITCHEN!" they all yelled, laughing and bumping into each other as they followed suit.

Through the door, Keefe noticed Fitz shaking his head and laughing, "Don't have rights in my own house anymore..."

Biana rustled through the humongous pantry of the Vackers' kitchen, reemerging to tell them that they had the ingredients to make a batch of pudding puffs and some mini mallowmelt cakes. 

"Hang on," Keefe interrupted Biana's assigning of jobs in the kitchen. "What about indigoobers?"

Biana wrinkled her nose. "I'm pretty sure only you and Dad like indigoobers, Keefe," she grumbled, but she pulled out fresh indigoobers anyway. "At least you won't have to cook that way," she grinned. 

Keefe dragged a chair and sat down in a corner of the kitchen, where aerodynamic knives were less likely to stab him. 

To Keefe's surprise, as he bit down on the indigoober and its juice squirted all over his face, Tam dragged a chair over and sat down next to him, determinedly not looking at him.

"Heyyy, Bangs Boy," Keefe grinned, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking. "What brings you here?"

To his total astonishment, TAM SMILED. HE FREAKING SMILED. WHAT. WHAT WAS THIS.

To be honest, he needed a LOT more practice smiling. His smile looked like a normal, awesome smile at first, but when a normal smile would have faded away, his smile clung to his face, which was just creepy.

"Ok, dude," Keefe interrupted his own thoughts. "You're kinda creeping me out here,"

Tam's smile completely fell off of his face as he let out a relieved sigh.

"ANYWAY," Keefe said. "That was weird."

Suddenly, Tam blushed and looked away. "Keefe... I've been wanting to tell you this for... a long time... but, I..." He paused, continuing with a smug look on his face. "I think that you have food... right... there." Tam smirked as he pressed his palm onto all of Keefe's face.

Wait wait wait. Was he... stealing... The Smirk?! How dare he?!! THIS WAS BLASPHEMY! Even if he was really—

"Are you... okay?" Tam raised an eyebrow, licking his palm. "You look... weird."

"Yep, I'm fine."

"Ok then..."

Think, Sencen, he was losing interest! Don't make this more awkward than it—

"Can you laugh without smiling?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can you laugh without smiling?" Keefe repeated, mentally facepalming. Of course, he always, every freaking time had to say the stupidest things.

"Uh, sure, okay..." Tam looked REALLY confused. Like super-mega-Keefe-is-stupid confused. But even then, he still managed to look—How was this relevant? No, it wasn't relevant, so Keefe should stop thinking, because thinking is stupid, and Keefe is stupid, and SHUT UP SHUT UP TAM IS DOING SOMETHING—

"Hahaha... ha... ha?"

"Yeah, no, that didn't work," Keefe said. "Something like this!" He then proceeded to bark and make weird chirping noises while keeping a straight, open-mouthed face, so that he resembled something close to a muskog. (If he was going to go down, then he should go down with a bang, right? Right?)

Keefe gave up trying to hold in his laugh and snorted until the back of his nose hurt. Only Biana paused to look at him funny, but she just rolled her eyes and moved on. "What was that?" Tam gasped, pushing himself up off of the ground and clutching his stomach laughing (!!!).

"I dunno," Keefe snorted.

Their eyes caught for a moment, and Tam's eyes looked... softer... than normal, until he coughed and looked away.

They kept talking, which was awesome and comfortable, and was a lot less awkward. 

Keefe was insisting that water was, in fact, wet ("If stuff gets water on it, it gets wet. Duh, water is wet, because it has water on it!" Keefe argued, to with Tam awesomely replied, "That makes absolutely no sense. Water does not have water on it. Water is water,") when Sophie appeared in front of them, beaming and holding a plate of mallowmelt as Linh meticulously arranged a plate of pudding puffs and ripplefluffs. [A/N: Yeah, I couldn't figure out how to write it without it rhyming lol] Apparently Fitz had convinced them to let Sophie and Dex make ripplefluffs along with everything else, by pouting, no doubt.

"Well, look at this bromance," Sophie smirked, settling one hand on her hip while holding the plate with the other. (What was it with everyone stealing The Smirk!? What!?)

"Bromance?" Tam asked, wrinkling his eyebrow in that c—

No. No. Not going there.

"Done!" Linh announced triumphantly, raising the plate above her head in victory. 

Dex laughed, pulling Linh's arm down gently, as Sophie turned her attention to them.

The rest of the night was spent laughing, eating, and talking, although no one really bothered to pay attention to Keefe. Now, normally, this would be the part where Keefe would don a blanket cape and yell "NOTICE ME SENPAI", but this gave Keefe a chance to stare at a certain extremely h—

NO. NO. NO NO NO NO NO NO.

NOPE. THIS WAS NOT HAPPENING. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

At some vague point in the night (morning), everyone started considering going to bed, but Biana (that muskog) insisted on staying up for another two hours. TWO. HOURS. At what time did this woman go to bed on a normal night? By the time Biana relented, ("Who do you take me for—someone who goes to sleep at a slumber party?? ...Fine.") Keefe would normally have just given up and gone to sleep, but 1. He had a REPUTATION to uphold, after all, and 2. everyone talking gave him an opportunity to do... other... stuff. Yeah.

So, anyway, due to the outrageous hour in the morning that it was, everyone was in Sophie's now-no-longer-trademark zombie mode as they settled into their sleeping bags, no doubt in very strange positions and in a different order than they had started out in. Keefe was so unusually tired that he barely managed to stay awake past the consensus (another fancy word) of no pranks.

•The next morning•

 [A/N: Hey, it's Crappy Transitions! Remember her?]

Keefe jolted awake in a cold sweat, sitting up as fast as he could and trying to shake away the sticky remains of his nightmares. He didn't remember them– he never remembered them, just that they always left him terrified of going back to sleep.

Stirring beside him alerted Keefe to a nearby prescence, and for a split second Keefe panicked—holy crap why is there someone next to me—before he remembered where he was, and what he was doing there. 

Since he had no way of knowing what time it was, and no one else was awake yet, Keefe laid back down, contenting himself with staring at the silver-banged someone who was next to him.

"Why the heck are you so close to me?" Tam demanded.

"Wha—uh, what?" Keefe stammered.

Keefe must have dozed off at some point because everyone was awake and watching him and Tam. Tam had evidently just woken up and was staring at Keefe as well.

"Well, uh, well, I don't, um, I don't know, uh..." Keefe could feel his face start to burn, and when he glanced at Tam, Tam was giving him an apologetic look.

"Yeah, okay, let's move on from this embarrassing show," Biana smirked. "Let's go have breakfast!"

"Sorry," Keefe mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's okay," Tam said softly, now so close that Keefe could feel his breath on his cheeks. It smelled nice, like fresh youth and something else, that Keefe couldn't place. "I don't mind."

"What time is it?" Fitz moaned, buried under a pile of blankets. Keefe hadn't noticed him over that piercing silver stare that—

NOOOOOOOOO. 

After an awesome (and healthy, yep) breakfast of mallowmelt, everyone was picked up, because none of the parents could trust any of them to not be accidentally kidnapped on the lightleap home.

Soon, Sophie and Dex left, leaving Biana and Keefe alone in Biana's bedroom, cleaning up, while Fitz, Tam, and his sister were downstairs doing whatever. Rolling up her sleeping bag, Biana snorted and shook her head.

"You're going to have to do something about that, you know."

"Excuse me? I think I'm doing okay. It's not like you're doing any better." Keefe prodded the sleeping bag that kept refusing to roll up.

Biana sighed. "Not that, idiot, your crush!" 

Keefe looked up at her. "Crush? What crush? I wasn't aware that I had one."

"Well, you do. The biggest one. On Tam."

Keefe scoffed. "Bangs Boy? No way. Nope."

"You're so dense, Keefe. Think about it. It's getting ridiculous, watching you two."

"Yeah, right. Listen, I knew when I liked Sophie, right? So if I have a crush on Tam, how come I never—"

"Never...?"

"...Crap." [A/N: So, seeing as Keefe is a fifteen-year-old boy, I find it extremely unlikely that he wouldn't curse, and just doesn't because KOTLC is a book for "innocent kids". Look at us, guys. Look at what we've become. I don't think we count as humans anymore. Anyway, because I have a pretty strict 'no cursing' policy, very few exceptions, you're gonna have to deal with 'crap' as the main exclamation. Suck it up.]

Keefe dropped his sleeping bag and began pacing, tearing his hands through his hair. "I'm not even gay!"

Biana rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Keefe, after all the effort I go through to get you two together, the argument you give me is that you're not gay?"

Looking at Biana in confusion, Keefe asked, "Get us together? I thought—"

"Thought what? Thought I liked you? Well, I don't, not anymore."

Okay, so apparently everything that Keefe ever thought about anything was a lie.

"Wow, I'm really stupid, aren't I?"

"...Yes. Did you really think that I directed all the attention away from you because I like you? Anyway, you obviously are gay, otherwise you wouldn't have the cutest, most obvious crush on Tam, who, as you haven't noticed, is also gay. Or at least bisexual."

"I am not cute!"

"Yes, you are. Both of you are, if you think that no one else has noticed that you both have been sending the mooniest looks at each other for a month."

"Ugh, I bet everyone knows, don't they?" Keefe asked, getting down on the floor and burying his face in the sleeping bag that had unrolled during their conversation (dang it, sleeping bag! You had one job!).

"Well, everyone knows except for Sophie, but she wouldn't notice if you declared your everlasting love for Councillor Alina. She thinks you like Linh, of all people."

Keefe just buried his head deeper into the sleeping bag.

"At least we've agreed that you do have a crush, the hugest, on Tam, and you are gay. Or bisexual. If you don't know, I don't know."

Fitz chose that moment to open the door, peeking in. "...What... are you doing?"

Keefe realized how this must have looked to Fitz: Keefe on the floor, looking up from a sleeping bag, and Biana with her hands on her hips, lecturing him.

"Discussing Operation Sexy Silver."

"Ah." Fitz grinned, shooting a thumbs up at Keefe. "Good luck, dude."

"Sexy silver?"  Keefe hissed at Biana as soon as the door closed. "Seriously?"

Biana shrugged. "Wasn't me. That part was Dex."

"Okay, seriously, how long have you guys been plotting to get me together with Tam?"

"A very long time." Biana grinned. "What did you think this sleepover was for? We only didn't tell Sophie because you can read everything on her face, I swear. You can tell exactly what she and Fitz do in their spare time."

"TMI, Biana! TMI!"

"Just saying!" Biana laughed.

"But what if Tam doesn't like me back? What do I dooooooo?"

"That part, I can't help you with, but I can tell you that Tam has a megacrush on you too. I can't believe neither of you have noticed. Dense. I'm going to leave you here to your work, since you seem to be doing so well." Biana smirked. Really, the smirking had to stop. What next? Fitz having Cool Hair?

Not 60 seconds later, Tam walked in, shaking his head. "I'm here on clean up duty with you, now, apparently, because you can't fold sleeping bags properly."

"Awww, poor you," Keefe cooed, laughing. "Do you think it'll go faster if we sing the clean-up song?"

Shaking his head, Tam answered, "You're ridiculous."

As Tam settled down and grabbed a sleeping bag, Keefe murmured, "I'm glad you're here—it's nice." Smooth, Sencen—you're so stupid! Stupidstupidstupid—

"Yeah. It's nice."

Keefe was suddenly hyper-aware of their super-closeness, and his heart began rocketing around in his chest, bouncing around and trying to explode.

Tam cleared his throat and glanced at Keefe. His silver gaze was so intense, but so soft at the same time. "I... well, I... have something, that, erm, I want to tell you. I, um... I—"

"I like you."

"Yeah." Tam agreed, a slow smile spreading over his features. "I like you... a lot." God, his smile was beautiful.

They were even closer together now, and it took no time for Keefe to lean in and press his lips to Tam's. As Tam kissed him back gently (!!!), Keefe realized that the cheesy romance novels he'd only ever seen in bookstores were right—you had to close your eyes. It was required.

They pulled back at the same time, and for while, they just stared at each other. 

And then Keefe's hands were tangled in Tam's gorgeous hair, and Tam's hand was at the back of Keefe's neck, and Tam's tongue was in Keefe's mouth, and there was no space in between their bodies, and it was more, it was better, than Keefe had ever imagined.

They kissed hungrily, like today was their last day on Earth, until they needed air. 

Finally, they pulled apart, panting, lips swollen and flushed. 

Tam grinned and nipped at Keefe's lower lip. Keefe wrapped his arms around Tam's neck, burying his face in it.

"You know this means that we'll always be a bad match right?"

"Who cares anymore? Screw the matchmakers. I love you."

THE END

A/N: Hi, hi, hi! If you're still here, that means that you cared enough to read through this whole crap pile, so thank you! It means a lot to me. Anyway, this is the first kiss scene I've ever actually written... in my life... sad, sad me. Thank you so much for bothering to read this, and if you guys have any advice on writing, I will gladly take it.

Mnm4ever8, I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's almost been a year.  Actually, the last 2,000 words of this were written within last week, so you can blame writer's block... which had me in its grasp for the better part of a year. Sorry. I did try to warn you... I hope that this story meets your expectations, and is worth the wait.

Thank you.

-Paradise7