Chapter 9: "A Night to Remember"

Thanksgiving dinner was over, and it was a nightmare for both of us. Keith was incredibly clumsy that night. My sisters thought I was embarrassed, but no way. I was having the time of my life.

"Why did you invite me, to make a fool of me?" Keith asked, looking at me as if he could read my mind.

"What... Why... I'm sorry... Hahahaha! You were clumsy," I joked, still giggling. "Next time, we should bring extra glasses to my house; you might end up breaking them all."

Keith's eyes sparkled with mischief. "It slipped..." he said, looking at me with his eyes almost popping out of his face.

"Are you going to hit me now?!" I teased, staring back at him.

"Yeah, I will show you how when I get to the bedroom," the naughty boy replied.

Poor Keith had accidentally wet his pants when the glass in his hand fell, and all the wine spilled on him. He got up, looking like he had been put through a garbage can, with leftovers and pieces of food stuck to his hair, chest, pants, and shoes. Everyone was in stitches, enjoying the little show Keith was performing.

"I think we should go," I said, pulling Keith by the arm and leading him to my bedroom to find something for him to wear. I had saved him from further embarrassment.

As we drove away from my family's house, Keith asked, "Where are you heading to?"

"JYC," I replied, still shivering from the cold.

"Oh, are you a famous writer?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine.

"How come you don't know me?" I asked, feeling annoyed.

"Oh... I see, then what are you doing at JYC?" he asked.

"I'm an editor," I said, still mad at him for asking so many questions without even knowing me.

"I'm trying to get to know you," he said, as if he could hear my thoughts.

Maybe my eyes had done all the talking.

As we continued driving, Keith told me about his passion for writing and his dreams of becoming a published author. I shared my own aspirations and fears about my career as an editor.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before I knew it, we were parked outside my apartment.

"Thanks for the ride," I said, smiling at Keith.

"No problem," he replied, smiling back. "I had fun tonight, despite the chaos."

"Me too," I said, feeling a spark of connection between us.

As we walked towards my apartment, Keith turned to me and asked, "Can I see you again?"

I smiled, feeling a sense of excitement. "Definitely."

And with that, we shared our first kiss under the stars.

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As we walked into my apartment, Keith couldn't stop laughing about his clumsiness at dinner. I joined in, and we spent the next hour reliving the moments and joking about them.

After a while, Keith asked, "So, what do you say we order some pizza and watch a movie?"

I agreed, and we spent the rest of the evening cozied up on the couch, enjoying each other's company.

As the night drew to a close, Keith turned to me and said, "I had an amazing time tonight, Kimball. Thank you for being such a great sport."

I smiled, feeling happy and content. "I had a great time too, Keith. Let's do it again soon.

And with that, Keith leaned in and kissed me goodnight.

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and excited about the new connection I had made with Keith. I couldn't wait to see him again and explore where our relationship might go.