Teenage Kings

As a new student at HBHS (Huntington Beach High School), Kaylynn is trying to make a new start. Despite her belief, making new friends isn't that hard for her. She meets three boys who are eager to be her friend. But as her social life rises, she realizes that there are many more meanings to the word "like" when it comes to boys. Crushes, let-downs, drama, and cat fights. This will be a school year she will never forget.


8. Chapter Eight

    Keaton and I finished our homework quickly.  We didn't have much of it.  We sat together at the kitchen table brainstorming ideas of what to do.  I couldn't concentrate on the subject though, it was hard to do with Keaton on my mind. 

     "I sing." Keaton said  turning his gaze towards me. 

     I looked to him. "Oh uh, that's cool." I wasn't sure of what to say.  

     "Would you maybe want to hear a few of my covers. I mean, You don't have to if you don't want to." he asked with a shrug of his shoulders. 

    A smile formed to my lips as I spoke, "I'd actually love to hear them." 

     Keaton stood up from his seat with a wide grin. "Okay, cool. Yeah so uh, follow me." He said as he began to walk out.  I stood and followed him. He brought me down to the basement and shut the door as I walked down the stairs. He followed close behind me then jogged ahead once we reached the end of the stairwell. He sat in the revolving chair that stood by a large control panel. I walked over and sat on the small couch. Keaton played around with the buttons. I had no idea what he was doing but he seemed to know. 

     "Okay, so don't laugh or anything. This is my favorite song that I have covered. It's called 'The Simple Life' and yeah. So uh, here." He pressed play and the sound of the music flooded the room. His voice flowed from the speakers. The sound of his voice sent shivers down my spine all the way to the tips of my toes. It was raspy and deep.  I didn't picture his voice to sound so low. It was beautiful. 

     Keaton paused the music before the next track could play. He looked to me with eager eyes. "Did you like it?"

    I nodded my head. "It was amazing." I chuckled a bit."To be honest, I didn't think your voice would sound so deep." 

     Keaton laughed a bit and raised an eyebrow at me. "Well, how did you think I was going to sound?" 

     "Oh, uh. Maybe a bit more, pop-ish." 

     He laughed. "Do I look that much like a faggot?" 

     I giggled and shook me head. We both laughed for a second and then returned to the awkward silence that had consumed us before.  Keaton looked to me again and cleared his throat. 

     "Hey uh, Kaylynn?" He asked hesitantly? 

     I met his eyes and smiled a bit. "Yeah?"

     He swallowed hard. Whatever he was about to say or ask me seemed to be making him very nervous. He bit his top lip as he debated on saying what he wanted to say. He opened his mouth but nothing came out so he closed his lips again. He wasn't looking at me anymore. His eyes were directed to the floor. I sat there as he got his mind in the right place. I sat there thinking of all the possible things that might come out of his mouth. Could it be the words that I so very badly wanted him to say? Was he going to ask me out? I shot that idea down right away. We have only known each other for two days. There was no way he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. Yet, no matter how ridiculous and impossible the idea seemed, something deep inside of me hoped it would be true. After a moment of debating and doubting, he opened his mouth again. He looked to me and took a deep breath. This time he spoke words I had tried to predict. 

     "So, uh. I know that we kind of just met and," I couldn't believe this. Was he really going to say this? Was he about to ask me out? I smiled as he spoke. "we really don't know a lot about each other but, I was just wondering if you could help me out with something." This didn't sound like it was going to be what I had wanted to hear. "You know Sabrina right? That girl from last night?"

     I nodded my head as mt smile faded but remained faintly on my lips. "Yeah, what about her?" 

     He continued on nervously. "Well I have kind of liked her for a really long time, and we have been friends and all from since I can remember, and I think I want to be more than friends. But I don't know how to tell her that. Do you think that maybe you could, uh, help me. I mean, you're a girl and I thought maybe you'd know how a girl would, um, like to find out something like, uh, this." He loked at me hopelessly. 

     I swallowed hard. I felt my heart sink down to my feet and shatter to pieces. I didn't want him to be with Millie, I wanted him to be with me. I really liked Keaton but he obviously didn't like me in that way. He continued waiting for my response, he really wanted my help. II held in a sigh. I liked him to much to let him down, I wanted to help him. And even if my help was going to help him fall in love with the wrong girl, I was going to hep him anyways. All I had to do was picture the way I would want Keaton to tell me what he was going to tell Sabrina. I pictured myself as her.  "Well, if I was her, I would want something romantic." He smiled as I began to talk. He actually got out a note pad and wrote down my advice. "Try asking her to the beach, or something like that. But make it be just you and her. Set up a little moonlight picnic near the shore and take her on a walk to the spot, and have your guitar waiting there or something. Write her a song and tell her how you feel about her in it, and sing it to her. Then she'll be yours for the keeping." I laughed faintly. This was slowly breaking my heart.

     Keaton smiled big. "Thanks you so much, Kaylynn." He walked over and grabbed his guitar, then sat back in his seat. "You want to help me write one?" 

     I wanted to say no, but I couldn't deny him. It was impossible to say no to that face. "Sure, I guess." 

     "Okay! Oh gosh. How do I start this?" He asked as he adjusted the guitar in his lap. 

     "Well, just think about the way she makes you feel." I grabbed the note pad and a pencil.

     Keaton smiled. "Well whenever I think about her I smile." He began smiling wider as he spoke. "And whenever she talks to me, she makes my heart beat so fast. She's just always on my mind, and just thinking about her gives me tingles al the way from my heart to the tips of my toes. I feel like She's too good for me." 

      I wrote down everything he said, and everything he explained was exactly how I felt about him. He really does like her and it is breaking me. 

     We finished the song about three hours later. Keaton looked at the lyrics with a smile. "Lets go over them once more, yeah?" He asked.

     I nodded my head 'yes' even though I didn't want to hear a love song that wasn't meant for me.


     Keaton took a deep breath and began to sing.

     "You've got me feeling like I actually have a chance.

     But all it takes is one look to make my confidence disappear.

     You take my words away and you've got me in a trance.

     I'm trying to tell you that I love you girl, but will my voice make it to your ear.


     You are so goddamn perfect

     There's not another like you

     You've only walked by  me but my heart takes immediate effect. 

     You are the one girl I'd give my heart to


      Do you remember our laughs

      Do you remember the old times

      Because I'm sitting here reminiscing on the past

      And our Kindergarten Valentines.


      You've had my heart since second grade

      And now eight years later I'm hoping to win you over

      So maybe I can steal your heart with this love song that I made

    You've got me so love drunk and I'll never be sober.


     My mind is filled with images of your beauty

     and the love of yours I hope to own

    and if I can't well that's just plain old cruelty

   But at least my feelings for you will no longer be unknown."

      Keaton smiled and looked to me after he finished singing. I had my eyes down to the floor. "Thanks so much Kaylynn. She's going to love this."

     "Well I would hope so." I said looking up to him. We both heard car doors shutting.

     "I think that's Wes and my mom. You're welcome to stay for dinner." He smiled.

     I was torn enough already. I didn't need to add the stress of Wesley and last night's events to the list. "No, it's alright. I'll just eat home."

     Keaton shook his head with his smile still fresh on his lips. "No, please stay for dinner." he pleaded.

      As usual, I fell victim to his smile. I couldn't say no. So this was about to be one awkward dinner.

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