Chapter Eleven
"Why did I let myself be talked into this?" Keefe groaned, chucking a pencil at Biana, who shrieked and ducked. "What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face." He winked at Biana, who blushed happily. Sophie glared at the both of them.
"Let's compare answers, Keefe," she asserted, scooting close to him and placing a hand possessively on his knee. Biana eyed them suspiciously, but went back to helping Linh. Tam hadn't bothered to come.
Dex sat on the floor, quietly filling out his matchmaking packet. He didn't talk to anyone, and no one seemed to notice him. Or at least, that's what he thought.
"Hi," Fitz said quietly, scooting close to Dex, who averted his eyes and continued to fill out his packet. "Listen, I'm sorry." Dex continued to ignore him, and Fitz began to read over his shoulder. "Wanted attributes for a good match: dark hair, teal eyes, gorgeous smile…" Fitz trailed off.
"It's okay," Dex sighed. "You're forgiven." Fitz laughed, his face breaking into an adorable grin as he did a victorious little fist pump. He gave Dex a hug, then pulled away quickly when he noticed Biana watching them, instead focusing on comparing their match lists.
"Your favorite color is green too?" Fitz asked, surprised. Dex nodded.
"I always feel guilty liking it, though, because that's the color we wear to-"
"Funerals," Fitz finished solemnly. They both fell silent for a minute, thinking of the various funerals they'd been to.
"Do you ever do this weird thing," Dex finally began, "where you look at people and try to imagine their lives before we came along?" Fitz nodded with enthusiasm. The two continued to talk enthusiastically, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
Linh Song observed the two boys talking, trying not to cry. She knew it was silly, but she had always loved Fitz. His teal eyes made her feel dizzy, and she had often dreamt of running her fingers through his hair, pressing her lips to his. But she wasn't the only one who liked him, and he would never, not in a hundred years, return her affections. Fitz looked over at her from where he was talking happily with Dex, starting a little when he realized she was watching him. However, he still smiled at her and gave her a small wave. He was always so nice. Linh sighed and waved dreamily, her heart bittersweet as she turned back to Biana.
"I'm not sure what to put for this 'favorite hair color' question. I mean, I think red hair is SO pretty, but then I just love black hair…" Biana caught Linh's eye and blushed. "I think I'll just put black," Biana finished hurriedly before moving on to the next question. She seemed to feel the need to extensively discuss each one.
"Biana, I love you, but can you please take a turn helping me with my packet?" Linh asked, exasperated. Biana stared at her in shock.
"You love me?" Biana questioned, and Linh blushed a deep scarlet.
"I just… I didn't mean… will you help me or not?" She finished, feeling very stupid. Biana was nice enough to act like it had never happened, and instead focused her energy on helping Linh fill out her matchmaking packet, which contained over one hundred personal questions. It was a frustrating and embarrassing process, which took hours, but Linh didn't mind so much now that Biana was helping her. Especially since Biana had scooted closer to her on Havenfield's white couch. Their knees were pressed together, and neither of them seemed to mind.
"Here, Foster, I'll fill out this section for you," Keefe grinned, snatching her packet from her despite her protests. "Let's see… Wanted attributes for a good match: oh, I know what to put here. Great hair, no, the best hair, ice blue eyes, gorgeous, hilarious, name starts with a 'K' and ends with an 'eefe Sencen'."
"Keefe! You can't put that!" Sophie chided him, snatching away her questionnaire and amending it. Keefe noticed that she left everything he had written there, with the exception of the last requirement, which she erased with vigor. His shenanigans were rewarded with a kiss on the cheek when no one was watching.
Or at least, they thought no one was watching.
Biana Vacker narrowed her eyes, surveying the room quizzically. Something was definitely up, and she wanted to know what.
A/N: Yeaaaaaaah... this chapter sucks, sorry. :/ But on the other hand, I have a lot of reviews! Yay! :) Now, let's get to answering, shall we?
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booksaremylife: Sorry! I don't hate you, although I do like Mr. Forkle. Maybe it's like a Dumbledore kind of controversy?
booksaremylife: That's just the way I perceived him for this story. I don't know if canon Tam would really act like this. Maybe? Ooh, good idea. ;)
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