This chapter?  She's rough..  Like, we didn't edit her (who's we? me and the voice in my brain that's who).  So she might not make sense.
Idea from Pumpkinspice_mlp (Thank you!!)

"Nice shoes."  Fitz joked as he and the other walked up to the boys.  "Why are you two back here?"

"Ah," Keefe said, turning around, "well, you see, apparently some people don't have as good of a fashion taste as I do."

"Oh, I see, I see."

"Are those Keefe's shoes?"  Biana asked, staring down at Dex's feet and shins where the boots stopped half way up.  "Those are, aren't they?"

Before Dex could open his mouth to respond, Keefe cut in.  "I gave them to him.  He could use the extra inches.  We're the same height now!"  He moved to stand next to the boy.  "See?"

The Vacker girl looked skeptical, but she nodded anyways.  "So what happened to your shoes?  Why are they pink?"

"Can't a boy wear pink, Bi?"  Keefe grinned.

"It's just not your typical way of fashion."  Sophie commented.  "Especially not those kind of shoes."

"They're mine, actually.  The triplets got to them."  Dex mumbled.  He looked down.  "Keefe gave me his to wear."

"That's sweet," Linh cooed as her brother rolled his eyes so far back they looked like they might just go into his skull.  "Well, I think those shoes look good on the both of you."

"Aww.  Was Keefey trying to hide the fact that he twaded shoes wif his boyfriend?"  Fitz smirked.

"Aww.  Was Fitzy trying to hide the fact that he stole his sistwers lovely locks this mowrning?"  Keefe mocked, doing a perfect imitation of Fitz's crisp accent.

"He can't hide anything like that," Biana jumped in.  "But he tries to, yes."

Fitz sent her a glare while she smiled up at him.

"So why were you two back here?"  Tam asked.  "Was it really just the shoes?"

"Is a guy allowed to talk to his boyfriend?"  Keefe whined.  He wrapped one arm around Dex's waist - just to sell it better though.  No other reason.  Definitely not because the feminine curve of the Technopath's hips intrigued him.  And it definitely wasn't because he wanted to feel his emotions give a tiny spike of flustered-ness.

"You two were just never like this before," Tam noted.  He put his hands up in defense.

"We weren't exactly able to before."  Dex replied.  His hand rested on Keefe's shoulder.  "At least not with you guys knowing."

Biana shook her head, her ponytail swishing back and forth with the motion.  "You two are utterly ridiculous, do you know that?"

Keefe and Dex both gave a firm nod.

And then the bells rang.

.-.

"Hey, Dex," Keefe said, locking hands with said boy as the two of them walked away from the rest of the group.

"Yeah?"

"Can I talk to you by my locker for a second?"

Dex looked at Lovise before nodding.  "My next teacher isn't too strict so it should be find if we're quick."

"Cool," Keefe grinned.  "Later, Foster!"

Sophie turned around to wave back at them before the two got sucked into the crowd of students.  They moved so that Dex was gripping the back of Keefe's backpack as the two weaved their way in and out of people's way.

Keefe managed to get the two of them to his locker with ease and they waited until the third set of bells rang for the day -- the signal that sessions had started.

"So," Keefe said, leaning against his locker.  "I've been thinking and-"

"Open your locker!" A voice to the Empath's right commanded.

Both boys turned their heads to see who'd followed them.

"Bex?" Dex yelled.  "Why in the hell aren't you in class?"

"Why in the hell aren't you in class."

Dex stomped over to his little sister.  "Go to class or else..." He leaned down to whisper something into her ear that definitely had her turning more pale, but the young Dizznee child didn't back down.

"I just need Keefe to open his locker and then I'll go."

"Why's that?"  Keefe asked.  Though he was skeptical, he still bent over to lick his lock.

"Dude, she's probably going to put some weird frog in there or something."  Dex warned.  He'd walked back over to Keefe and was keeping his voice low.

Keefe shrugged.  He knew that.  And it's not like a frog was too harmless, right?"

They stood perfectly in front of Keefe's locker and he should have realized what was coming when Bex gave a loud cough, but he was too distracted to realize that it might actually be him and Dex they wanted to put in the locker.

Which it was.

Suddenly, practically from the ceiling (though that might've literally been where they came from) Lex and Rex came down and kicked the two boys - one of which was their brother who they should definitely be treating more kindly because he knew where they slept - into Keefe's locker before slamming it shut, preventing any sort of way out until somebody saw them.

Which was very, very unlikely until lunch unless somebody forgot something very important for their sessions which as very, very unlikely.

"What the hell?!"  Dex yelled.  There was barely enough room for him to turn his head without his nose hitting Keefe's.  His hands rested on Keefe's shoulder for balance and Keefe's were on his waist also for Dex's balance.

They heard Bex and the other two cackle, but they said nothing else before the sound of them sprinting away echoed through the halls.

"GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE OR I WILL DO WHAT I TOLD YOU I WOULD!"  Dex screamed.

But he was met with silence - other than Keefe's ragged breathing from the suddenness of being shoved into his own locker with a very cute boy very much pressed up against him.

"Oh my God," Dex groaned, turning his head back to Keefe and squeezing his eyes shut.  "I am so, so, so, so, so sorry they did this.  I don't know what they were thinking... I... ugh."  His head crash landed on Keefe's shoulder and the Empath couldn't tell if the violent burst of flustered-ness was due to the small space, the triplets being the triplets, or the fact that he'd just rested his head on the other's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry."  He mumbled again.

"It's fine."  Keefe said.  He moved his hands so that more of his palms rested on Dex's stomach and his fingers weren't being crushed against the locker.  "Maybe we could hail somebody?"

Dex shook his head, gesturing to the outside world.  "My imparter isn't with me and yours is in your bag."

Keefe groaned.  "Well, I hope you like me, because you're gonna be stuck with me for a good two hours."

Dex's sigh was more irritated than normal.  "This is going to get so boring."

"Not if it has to,"  Keefe said.  "We could play a game."

Dex raised an eyebrow.  "What game would we play in here?"

Keefe's palms took turns gently pressing inwards on Dex's stomach and the boy gained a new emotion at the action.  It was a sort of fluttery feeling like Sophie used to get around Fitz if he was being extra charming.  "Truth or Dare?"  He suggested.

Dex shook his head.  "What would the dares be?  We can't really do much."

Keefe looked at the top of his locker which was just barley above his head.  "I dare you to.... Yep.  Nothing.  What about, uhhh, Twenty-Questions?"

Dex seemed to weigh the idea before agreeing to it.

"Cool."  Keefe smirked.  "You go first.  But make it about yourself."

"Why?" Dex questioned.

"We have two hours trapped together in here.  Might as well learn about the cutie who's personal space I'm invading."

"Okay," Dex mumbled.  He seemed to think for a moment.  "I get at least one of these every month."

Keefe wiggled his eyebrows and he was pretty sure if he was kickable in that moment, he would've been going down.

"No and you have nineteen questions left."

Keefe chuckled.  "Fair, fair.  Um... is it physical?"

Dex nodded.  "Eighteen."

"Yes!  Is it... ever painful?"

"Yes.  Seventeen."

Keefe blew air out of his teeth and continued pressing his palms into Dex's abdomen.  "Is it something you ever have to go to Elwin for?"

Dex's head tilted from side to side.  "Sometimes, so yes."

"Is it a migraine?"  Keefe remembered him getting one of those back when they were staying at Alluveterre.

Dex snorted.  "I definitely get those, but no.  It's not that.  Also fifteen left."

Keefe bit the inside of his cheek.  "Do I know you get these?"

Dex shook his head.  "Fourteen."

"Do these happen just out of the blue?"

"Kiiiiiiiind of?" Dex's head tilted from side to side.

They went through the rest of the thirteen questions fairly quickly and Keefe didn't get it once.  Apparently it was 'dislocated joints.'  How was he supposed to get that?

"Why do you get those?"  Keefe grimaced.  They didn't sound very fun.

"It's a Technopath thing."  Dex shrugged.  "Especially when your working with weapons.  Gadgets like to backfire on you."

Keefe cringed.  "Technopathy normally sounds awesome, but dude, that does not sound fun."

"It's not."  Dex agreed.  "But it's your turn."

The boys went through five more rounds of Twenty-Questions before they got bored again.  Keefe learned that in addition to dislocated joints, Dex's favorite color was green, he had insomnia, and he got very cold very, very easily, so unlike Keefe, he was feeling at a rather normal temperature for once.

Dex learned that Keefe went through a phase where he was obsessed with drawing hands, that he once forced himself to faint just to get out of class, and that when he was super cold instead of turning on the heat like a normal person, he turned himself into a blanket burrito.

"Well, now what?"  Dex asked.  He'd moved so that his hands were on either side of Keefe's face.

"We could try sleeping standing up."

Dex nodded.  "I wouldn't mind that."

"Why do you guys get up so early by the way?"

"Huh?"  Dex asked.

"You guys get up way earlier than the rest of us it seems.  Like you're here thirty minutes before everyone."

Dex's mouth made the shape of an 'o'.  "It's kind of a long story.  You know how the triplets get made fun of?"

Keefe nodded.

"It's just easier to get here early and for them to find somewhere that they can be without hearing all that 'bad match' crap or having to stay with me the whole time."

"That makes sense."  Keefe said.  "I don't know why I didn't put that together earlier."

Dex shrugged.  "Most people just think we're weird."

"Well..." Keefe said before stopping with a smile.

Dex smiled, but it wasn't enough to show his dimples and the two stood in silence for another few minutes.

"What do you think people will do once they find out we spent two hours in here?  Because unless it's one of our friends that gets us out, there are for sure going to be some rumors."

Dex sucked in a breath.  "We'll probably continue to be the joke of the school or whatever.  And I do not want to hear any of those rumors."

"This just in: two boys lock themselves in a locker because they just can't get enough of each other."

"Oh, God."  Dex groaned, looking down.  "Nooooo."

Keefe laughed.  "Maybe it won't be so bad."

Dex's head went back down onto Keefe's shoulder.  "It's going to be that bad."

"I'm sorry I dragged you into all this."

Dex lifted his head.  "What?"

"I'm sorry I dragged you into all of this."  Keefe muttered.

Dex was quiet for a moment.  "Why are you apologizing?  I agreed to this."

"Because."  Keefe said.  "I don't know.  It's just a stupid thing of me to do.  I mean, I do a lot of stupid things, but this one is just dumb."

"It's not dumb.  Belva is a creep.  I'm glad you chose me out of all the boys you knew of."

Keefe met his eyes with a confused glance.

"I mean," Dex elaborated, "yeah.  It kind of sucks being in this position - not literally as in right now - you're very warm - but you could've said it was Fitz or even Tam and you still thought I was worthy I guess, so thank you."

Keefe was suddenly very glad it was dark in his locker or else Dex would've seen him blush which was a sight not even Foster really saw.  "Thank you for not humiliating me."

"It's what friends are for."  Dex smiled.

It was sort of impossible to wrap the other into a hug, but Keefe managed by putting his head on the other's shoulder and giving his abdomen a small squeeze.