Jayjay POV
We pulled up to Hex's school gate, and I could already see him standing there, arms crossed, eyebrows shooting daggers at Keifer and me.
"Finally," he muttered as we got closer.
"Good afternoon, your highness," Keifer said smoothly, opening the car door for him.
Hex shot Keifer a glare that could melt steel. "Why is my stuff in the car boot? Are you planning to move my entire life without asking?"
I stifled a laugh, because—well, honestly—that was kind of true. Keifer just smirked and leaned back in his seat like it was all completely normal. "I packed it carefully. You're welcome."
Hex groaned dramatically. "Carefully? I'll be the judge of that. And I don't like being moved like luggage!"
I rolled my eyes, shooting him a small smile. "Relax, Hex. You're coming to stay at Angelo's place for a few days. You'll be close to me, and it's safer that way."
He squinted at me suspiciously. His eyebrows shot up. His eyebrows shot up. "Wait,what?Me? At Angelo's house You're taking advantage of my proximity."
"Shut up," I muttered under my breath, trying to keep the peace. Oh lord, do I have to say it every time?
Keifer chuckled, clearly enjoying the entire situation. "Your majesty, your luggage awaits. Let's get going."
As Hex climbed into the car, he eyed the boot again. "I swear, if one sock is missing, I'll know it was you who did it," he said, glaring at Keifer.
"Relax," Keifer said. "Everything's accounted for. And yes, your socks are safe—mostly."
Hex's glare intensified. "Mostly?!"
I laughed softly in my seat, shaking my head. "You two are hopeless."
The car ride was… chaotic, to put it mildly. Hex kept asking Keifer questions about every single item.
"Did you pack my black shoes? And my sneakers? What about my school uniform? Are my gadgets safe?"
Keifer answered calmly, "All packed. The gadgets are in the box. Shoes and clothes are separated. PS5 is in the back, safely secured."
Hex flopped back into the seat dramatically. "You know, when I imagined moving to a new place, I did not imagine this level of chaos."
Keifer smirked. "You're welcome. I call it 'organized chaos.'"
I rolled my eyes, secretly enjoying the show. Their teasing back-and-forth was endless.
"You didn't even ask which shoes to pack," Hex accused.
"I picked fifteen. You're welcome," Keifer replied.
"Fifteen? Out of forty?!" Hex shrieked.
Keifer leaned back, arms crossed, and looked at him like it was obvious. "You can't take them all. Fifteen is reasonable."
Hex groaned. "Reasonable? Reasonable? You don't know me at all!"
Meanwhile, I just sat there silently, watching the spectacle, thinking, Why do I always get stuck in the middle of their ridiculous wars?
After about twenty minutes of this teasing, we finally pulled up outside Angelo's house. Hex glared out the window. "Great… my stuff survived the ride. Barely."
"Don't worry," I said, opening the door. "Now you can settle in. Your room's ready."
He stepped out of the car, still scowling, while Keifer carried a few of his heavier boxes like they weighed nothing. Honestly, I could barely lift mine half that easily.
"Hey," I said softly, following him. "It's not so bad. You'll survive."
Hex muttered something under his breath but didn't argue. He looked at me, and I could tell he was secretly glad I was nearby. I smiled quietly. Small victories.
Keifer set the boxes down in the hallway. "Your majesty, welcome to your temporary palace," he said teasingly.
Hex groaned again. "I don't need your commentary."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ignore him. He's harmless… mostly."
Hex finally flopped onto his bed, crossing his arms. "So… how long am I stuck here?"
"For now? A few days. Maybe months ," I said.
He groaned again but didn't argue. " Whaaaaaaat then he sighed then Fine. At least I'm close to you," he muttered.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "See? Everything works out."
Keifer smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Looks like someone's adjusting… slowly."
Hex glared at him, but I could see a tiny smirk forming. I whispered to myself, This is going to be interesting.