keegan had hurt his wrists a few days ago and now he was alone in your bedroom with you.

there was an awkward silence before he spoke up “Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?” he looked over at you

— “yes!” you replied a bit confused

“I was hoola hooping..” he whispered

— “why are you telling me this?” you replied in a low tone

“Because..” he let the words skin in “no one will is ever going to believe you.”