Another Sokeefe Oneshot Book

One Shot 2: Christmas Special Part 1

"I hate Christmas."

"You hate what now?"

It was a cold blistery day in Opalescence, the residence of Keefe Sencen and Sophie Foster. And Sophie had been glaring out at the snow for over an hour, Keefe's quiet snoring the only thing that had kept her from cursing whatever ancient elf had decided that elves shouldn't celebrate Christmas. And yeah, she knew that probably wasn't why they didn't celebrate Christmas, but she didn't care. So she hadn't said anything, not wanting to disturb her boyfriend's sleep. Until just now, at least.

"Um, Foster? Was I imagining things or did you just say you hated something that doesn't exist?"

Sophie sighed and turned away from the window, meeting Keefe's ice blue eyes, which were cloudy with confusion, and half closed from tiredness. But somehow, they still managed to have this twinkle in them, like sunlight reflecting off of a frozen lake. His hair was also adorably messy, and smushed to one side, but he somehow managed to pull off the bed head look perfectly. Even his wrinkled, fuzzy, pajamas made him look even cuter than normal.

Keefe gave her a sleepy smirk, and Sophie almost smiled in return but... then she thought about Christmas. And how elves didn't celebrate it. And then she went right back to frowning.

"You ok Foster?" Keefe asked, raising an eyebrow at her as she went back to glaring out at the snow. "You look like you're trying to melt the snow with your eyes. Which you probably could do if you were a pyrokinetic, but..."

"I'm fine." She actually wasn't, but she knew that if she told him the truth, Keefe would worry for the rest of they day, and she didn't want to do that to him.

The creaking of mattress springs told her that Keefe had stood up, and a second later he had come to stand beside her, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. "If you say so Foster. I'm going to go make breakfast, any requests?"

She shook her head, and turned her eyes away from the window, her gaze softening as she met his eyes, which were filled with concern. And then he sighed, leaned down and kissed her gently on the forehead, just a gentle brush of lips against skin. Even so, it still made her heart go into hummingbird mode, and her stomach explode with butterflies.

"Good morning Foster." Keefe murmured quietly, before turning and walking out of the room, leaving the door open behind him, a silent invitation. And if Keefe was a telepath, she could almost hear him transmitting, "Whatever it is, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But if you do, I'm waiting," as he walked out the door.

And so, she took a deep breath, and decided something, before slowly standing up, and striding determinedly to the staircase that led to the bottom floor.

She would tell him about Christmas. It would be a little sad, but it would be fun to reminisce on all of the great Christmas's she'd had with her human family. Keefe might tease her a little bit about caring so much about some random human holiday. But she didn't mind. It would probably help lighten her mood actually. So-

"AAAAH!!" Sophie screamed, as she tripped on the jeweled staircase, to lost in her thoughts to be paying attention to her footing. She threw out her hands in an attempt to catch herself, but must have accidentally used a brain push, because the next thing she knew she was laying on the ground, back at the top of the stairs. For a couple seconds she just lay there, to dazed and shocked to move. Until she heard the familiar laugh of someone who had evidently just witnessed the entire embarrassing spectacle.

"OH MY GOD... THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST...THING I'VE WITNESSED... SINCE THAT TIME...YOU NAILED MAGNATE LETO... IN THE FACE WITH A PILLOW!!!" Sophie shot up into a sitting position, cheeks burning with humiliation, to see Keefe basically rolling around on the ground with tears of laughter streaming from his eyes. But when she didn't say anything, he seemed to realize that she might be hurt, and immediately his bright, happy eyes switched into worry mode.

"I'm fine," she told him, interrupting him before he could ask if she was ok. The only thing that the fall had damaged was her dignity, which she hadn't had much of in the first place. She sighed for the thousandth time that day, dusting imaginary dirt off of her pajamas as she stood up.

"Do you think it would be safer for me to carry you down the stairs, because it se-" Sophie glared at Keefe before he could finish the question, but did walk way more slowly and cautiously down the stairs than she normally would, not wanting to repeat the events of what Keefe would probably name, "The Great Fall of Christmas Season." Except he wouldn't call it that. Because elves didn't celebrate Christmas. And so, Sophie went right back to frowning.

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Ten minutes later they were sitting at their dining room table, eating potato shaped blue fruit that tasted like bacon, except less greasy. It had taken a few minutes for Sophie's cheeks to stop burning from embarrassment, but once they had, she'd gone downstairs to set the table where they now sat side by side. They had been eating in companionable silence the whole time, and Sophie was in the middle of chewing on a slice of fruit, when Keefe said;

"So what's this Christmas thing that's making you so bummed out?"

Quickly swallowing her bite of fruit, Sophie answered, "It's a-"

"Wait let me guess-" Keefe said, grinning at her. "It's a human thing."

Sophie rolled her eyes at him. "It's more than a human "thing". It's a yearly tradition that a lot of people celebrate in the forbidden cities, and if we lived in the human world, it would be taking place in three days." She told him, putting down her fork and turning in her chair to face him.

Curiosity sparked in Keefe's eyes, and Sophie braced herself to answer what she knew his next question would be, gathering all the information in her head and preparing to send it into Keefe's mind.

"So what do you do on this so called, "human holiday"?" Keefe asked.

Knew it! Sophie thought, gathering her mental strength, and thrusting the information she had gathered into Keefe's brain, since it would be easier than explaining everything out loud. She watched as Keefe closed his eyes, processing the information. And when a crooked grin slowly made its way onto his face, she couldn't help but smile back.

"Woah!" Keefe said, opening his eyes and grinning even wider when he saw her smile. "Why don't elves celebrate that?!"

Sophie laughed, shaking her head as she said, "I have no idea."

Keefe seemed to stop and think for a second, before his eyes lit up and he told her. "I have no idea either. And that is why, we are going to right that wrong, and plan a Christmas with everyone!"

"We are?!" She exclaimed, the last of her sadness about Christmas melting away when Keefe said;

"Yup!"

Sophie almost squealed in excitement, but instead settled for throwing her arms around Keefe's neck and giving him a quick peck on the lips. When she pulled back, Keefe looked a little surprised, but he was still grinning as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently pulled her back into another kiss.

AN: Happy Christmas Eve! I hope you enjoyed, and if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism feel free to say them. Part two is coming tomorrow, and if you are reading this in the future, it's already posted! Have a great day, and goodbye!

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