I Ever Tell You About The Time Keith Novels & Stories

" He inquired, prompting Abby to pout and cross her arms as she leaned back in Rye's chair "And you were aware of it as well?" Abby inquired, her face furrowed. Keith gave a nod. "And you didn't inform him? What type of pal are you—" "I told him about it. Do you remember, Rye, the last time I came here when he kicked me out?" Keith asked Rye gave a nod.

A moment later, the lock clicked, and the door cracked open. Keith was sitting in his wheelchair, looking terrible. His hair was messy, and his eyes were half-closed and full of sleep. He wore a loose sleeping shirt, and he looked at me with deep annoyance. "Nyles?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. He rubbed his eyes and frowned. "What are you doing here? Do you know what time it is?" I pushed my hand against the door so he couldn't close it. "I don't care what time it is, Keith. We need to talk."

We sat in silence for sometime, eating our own food. "Keith, how old are you?" He raised his eyebrows at my random question. "Just turned thirty seven about twenty day ago." "What?!" "Yeah. It was my birthday...on fifteenth August." "You didn't tell me?!" "Well, I didn't exactly wanted to go around telling everyone it was my birthday." "But still, you could've told me! How dare you not tell me. Gosh, and I thought we were friends." Keith snorted. "Some friend you are. Couldn't you have found out? After all you are the great Juliet Jenson. You never asked me either."

Keith said without a pause, and if only looks can kill. “His girl? You mean, Lianne noona?” Wyatt ask with a puzzled look as he looks between me and Keith asking for an answer. “No. Not Lianne noona.” “Ahhh. Anyway, did you know that L-” and I cut him off as I hear my phone ringing. “I’ll just take this call.” I said and leave the room. “Hello? What?” ************************************************************************************************************* KEITH POV Hi. I’m Keith Francisco, and I am the cutest guy among us friends. They always say that I am nosy that I always meddle with their business, but in reality I am just trying to help them resolve their issues. Tch.

* Chapter 5: meet cute * " I had loved you ever since you poured paint all over my car" Keith repeated as he recalled. _ _ Flashback Keith had just returned from abroad. On his way home, his father had instructed him to pass by the girl he was betrothed to. So he could at least see what she looked like. He hated this but had to please his parents so they would stop speculating he was gay.

I said and went to the same place Keith walked in. Keith opened the fridge, and took notice of my presence behind through the glass window beside him. "What !! Why are you staring at me?".(his words to me) I gained more feet closer and answered, "you tell me!!! what did you do to my mom?". Keith laughed at my comments, his laughter felt like he was indirectly making fun of me, after the laughter seized, he lets out to me. "Look here!! I don't know where you got the idea that I did something to your mother but please this should be the last time, a person like you accuse me and if you try this next time, I'll report you to my mom!!".

I asked him. "I guarded you for two years, Jean. I practically have that building all memorized in my head," Keith stated, "That's weird. But I guess she like keeping herself out of the spotlight like how I do. I wouldn't blame her," I replied and then turned to him teasingly, "I bet she likes you though." "Yeah right. Me and a woman who's as talkative her? Not a chance," Keith said, rolling his eyes. "What? It's not like I'm quiet?"