Sweet Dreams (are Made of This) pv

Keith turned hearing Clark say a poem, one he had heard his mom reciting when he was little, one he had read in books he used to read, It was part of the Outsiders, one of his favorite muggle books. Keith turned to look sunset, the day had gone by quickly. It was so beautiful, he wanted to lean on Clark's shoulder and watch it. Keith had no idea why he felt this way so quickly about Clark, but it was a nice feeling.

Maybe one day Keith would get to kiss him, "I wonder what that would be like." Keith thought to himself.

Keith saw Clark open his mouth to say something, but he didn't. Keith tried to as well, but nothing came out. He shook his head, would it be this hard to talk to him all the time? It was easy just a few moments ago. What was going on, this feeling was completely new to him. He wanted to know what it was.

Keith was just about to turn to Clark, when he heard footsteps getting quieter... he saw Clark running away, but where was his shorts? Keith looked down for a second. Then he looked at the entrance, Clark was about to say something, then he didn't. Clark just ran into the castle.

Keith was questioning life for a few moments. Had he done something wrong? No, not that he knew of. Why'd Clark take his shorts off? That was one question Keith couldn't think of an answer for. When would he see Clark again? Maybe in class one day, or in the Great Hall. Keith would make it his mission to find Clark again, and talk to him.

Keith watched the sunset for a while longer, then decided to head in. He didn't want to get caught out past curfew. He went back to his dorm, and tried to fall asleep.

Keith leaves the thread

Wc: -317- Interacting with: @Clark William Baird-Carter