[Not my song. It started playing while I write this, I think it fits]

Original story, created by- Dakotahstacy3. ONLY on Wattpad.
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(Written back in May 2024)

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Keith's pov
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Peeking around the corner to see where they were, no one in sight. Okay, I gotta book it.

"Stop right there!" A stern voice said.

Uh, no. Closing my eyes, taking a deep breath. So much for being careful.

"Where do you think your going?" My mom asked, arms crossed.

"I just wanted to enjoy the weather." I said, gesturing towards the window showing the sunny day.

"You have work to do. You know that." She said, her eyes sharp and eyebrows up.

"But I already did all my homework and chores!" I said annoyed.

"Are you giving me attitude!?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"No, no, no, mom. I- uh- I just already finished everything. And you know, it's good to be outside everyday." I explained.

She paused, staring at me. "Did you do, everything?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure. What else would there be?" I asked confused and worried.

"I don't know, that's not my job!" She said, glancing over to her office. "I have work to do and so do you!" She said firmly.

"Yes, ma'am." I said nicely, keeping my eyes down. Sighing as I slowly made my way back up to my room.

Closing my door, flopping down on my bed. Putting my hands on my face and rubbing my head. It's been such a long week, so much stuff going on.

Grabbing my phone and looking at my text messages. No new messages... still.

Cole and Peter are probably making out right now, to busy for me. But who cares, being a third wheel sucks anyways.

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{Keith} Hey, you doin anything?

I haven't heard from him in a whole week. Why wasn't he answered!? What's going on!?

...

{Spencer} Oh, Keith! Hey! Sorry I've been busy. I'm not doing much at the moment. Not exactly sure what I'm doing later. What about you?

Ah! He answered! I-uh- u-wh-what do I say!?

{Keith} Just hanging out. Wanna play some games or something?

{Spencer} I don't know if I can today. But I'm sure you can hangout tonight Cole and Peter. Then hopefully I'll have some time to come see you.

{Keith} Yay, being the third wheel. My favorite.

{Spencer} Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Go have fun, they'll keep you busy.

{Keith} Yeah, I guess so.

{Spencer} Besides they have plenty of food for you to steal. But I'll talk to you later, Sahar is showing me her new song.

{Keith} Yeah, man. That's fine. See y'a around.

{Spencer} See you soon! 😚🫶🏻

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Placing my phone down on my chest and just staring at the ceiling.
Then turning onto my side, curling up and holding one of my pillows. Closing my eyes.

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Spencer's pov
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"Who was that?" Sahar asked, tuning her bass.

"Ooo, well, Keith just texted me. I've been so busy I haven't been able to talk to him or Cole and Peter. Uhh, who knew having fun could be so tiring." I said, placing my phone down.

"Yeah, I've been running around trying to get everything together, I forget what day or time it is. Or if I even ate anything yet!" She exclaimed.

"I know right. Ugh. I'm so excited but I'm ready for this to be over so we can just relax finally." I said, moving closer. Both of us sitting on the floor together. Pillows, blankets, papers, lights, snacks, all surrounding us.

"Alright. Ready to hear it?" She asked, holding her bass.

"Yep! I'm all ears!" I said excitedly.

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"Ahh! No! Come on! That was right on time. That counts!" I said annoyed.

"No it doesn't, the game said you missed it- and it looks like you missed another one. And ano-" Sahar said, judging me as I was failing at guitar hero.

"Shut up! Your distracting me!" I said with a laugh, nudging her.

"Uh, just let me show you how it's done." She said taking the controller and playing a new song.

Keith's pov
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I woke up, not remembering I fell asleep. Curled up in a tight ball, clinging to a pillow. Burning up under the covers, covered in sweat with a strange feeling of some sort of nightmare haunting me.

Slowly sitting up, rubbing my face. I can't remember the last time I slept the quick and easy. My body was so tired, I guess it just fell asleep. As for my mind, it was finally quiet, after all these hours.

Standing up, my body was tired and weak. The arm I was laying on was all numb, pins and needles shifting through it.
Ah, I hate that feeling. Shaking my arm around until the circulation came back.

Then I went into the bathroom. How long did I even sleep for?
Pausing as I stood in front of the mirror, I turned to look at myself.

There were dark bags under my eyes, my hair was a mess, I had a indent in my face from laying on something. But the thing that I noticed the most, and hated. That stupid chip in my teeth.

It happened when I was skateboarding in front of the school. People saw it, including Cole

It was so stupid! My skateboard hit the tiniest pebble and made me go flying.
I can hear all the kids voices saying things about me.
Laughing, at me.

Not only was the fall stupid, but I had to go to the hospital for it. Some scraps, bruises and a big chip in my front two teeth.

You can imagine what the kids at school said.
Keith, the big, bad, bully. With a stupid chipped tooth, sticking out for everyone to see. It makes me look dumb.
If I smile or laugh, everyone can see it. But it's not like I really did before.

I used to just bully weaker kids to make myself feel better. But now... they're the ones saying things about me. Why was I so mean?

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Being sick and tired of my own home, I went over to Cole's house. Walking all the way there.
Knocking on the door... no answer.

"Hey! Guys!" I called out, knocking more. Still no answer.
"Guys?"

Maybe they're just asleep or something?

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{Keith} Hey, Cole. You home dude?

{Cole} Oh, no. Sorry dude. No one is home today, were all busy with our own stuff at the moment.

{Keith} Dang, I was looking forward to a free meal.

{Cole} Ha, you'll survive. You can come by tomorrow.

{Keith} Alright. See you soon dude.

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Damn it! Really!? None of them are home!? Spencer is busy. And I'm all alone!

Since when did everyone else get busy?

What am I supposed to do now!?

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Spencer's pov
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"Soooo-" Sahar said, drawing the word out.

"What?" I asked confused, looking up from the drawings we were making.

"What's going on with Keith? Hmmmm?" She asked.

"What!? N-nothing." I said flustered.

"Oh, come on. I know you likkkke him." She said, drawing out the words.

"Well. I dunno. I've been so busy with everything I've barely seen or talked to him. Besides I don't know how he feels about me." I explained.

"Oh, come on... really?" She said.

"What? I mean... I'm not sure if he want to be together. He's... pretty straight, y'a know?" I said, looking at her then down at my hands.
"But, I mean... we did kiss a few times and-"

"Kissed!? A few times!? Oh come on, Spencer! Of course he likes you!" She yelled.

"But that was weeks ago!" I said.

"Weeks?" She said with wide eyes.

"Yeah... he hasn't even brought it up or anything and no one knows about it... well, until right now." I explained.

"Oh, Spencer." She said sadly, rubbing my shoulder.
"You need to go see him, talk in person. Figure things out, okay?"

"Alright. I will tomorrow." I said.

🌫️🌥️

Keith's pov
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"Keith! Get over here." My dad called out.

"Yeah? What is it?" I asked, trying to not to say it with an attitude.

"You need some practice. There's some games coming up and you haven't been doing well." He said sternly,
"Come on, we're going to get some practice in, it'll be fun." He said, tossing the football in his hands.

Yeah... "fun"

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"Come on!! Your not even trying!" My dad yelled out as I missed the ball again.

"I sorry, it's just- mm." I mumbled under my breath.

"Just catch it! It's not that hard! We're not even playing or tackling!" He continued to yell.

I threw the football back to him, he threw the ball angrily at me. There's no way I can catch that.
But I had to at least try, even though it would hurt.

Oww! I said to myself as the football hit my hand hard, yet again fall out of my grasp.
So much for that...

"Really, Keith!?" He yelled again.

He stomped towards me, yelling in my face.

"Dad?..." I said quietly. Tryinf to find the courage.
"Dad!?" I said a little louder.

"What!? Huh Keith!? What is it!?"

"I don't like football, can't I just play something else?" I asked, trying to be firm but not get my ass beat.

He grumbled. "Really? You don't like football?" He asked.
"Fine... then what!? What sport are you going to play then? How will you get a scholarship? Get into collage? Huh!?"

"I'm not sure what sport I like yet, but can't I try them until I figure it out?" I asked, gulping in fear.

He stood in front of me, his eyes staring down at me, his hands on his sides.
"You have until... your next test. If you get an A and figure out what sport, then maybe... maybe I'll let you get away with it." He said.

Wait, really!? He's okay with that?

"But what are you going to play? Huh? What's better?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, yet. But I'll figure it out." I said nervously, still holding the football. He stormed inside, at least he let me go this time.

What am I gonna do?