I Still Love You ~ A Sokeefe Story

Flirting

At lunch, Sophie, Keefe, Biana, Fitz and unfortunately for her, Stina sat at the same table.

Stina kept in flirting with Fitz and Fitz didn't try to hide the fact that he like her.

Sophie decided that now was the best time to put her plan into action and scooted closer to Keefe who sat beside her. "So, Keefe," she said seductively, "those are some nice muscles of yours."

Keefe smirked at her and winked.

Sophie blushed and then began panicking. Oh help me, what am I supposed to do now? Why did I say that? Aughhhh!!!

Stina clung onto Fitz's arm, not caring that he had a girlfriend and that his girlfriend was literally sitting in front of her.

"Hey, Fitzy," smiled Stina. "Can you tell me the story about the fish again?"

"Sure," answered Fitz. Then he went off, rambling about him going fishing and blah blah blah.

Sophie, on the other hand, was too busy staring at the gorgeous haired model sitting beside her. Maybe she chose to or not, Sophie always giggled when Keefe interrupted his friend's story.

"So, then I cast my super-deluxe top-quality fishing rod in the water-" said Fitz.

"Yeah, and?" asked Stina, wanting to hear more of Fitz's story.

"I bet that fishing rod looked nicer than you," joked Keefe.

Sophie covered her mouth as she quietly giggled.

Fitz glared at the two blonds before continuing his story. "Anyways, my fishing rod splashed into the blue water-"

"Hey, you know that water isn't actually blue, right?" interrupted Keefe.

Fitz looked shocked for a second, like he didn't actually know that but then rolled his eyes. "It's just a description. And I'm trying to tell a story here, Keefe."

Keefe faked hurt and Sophie grabbed onto his arm.

"You're gonna hurt poor Keefie's feelings," she said, pouting. "Bad Fitzroy. Bad, bad Fitzroy."

Biana snorted, and you could here her trying to cover her laugh. Also, because she was clamping her mouth shut with both her hands.

Fitz worked his eyes. "Shut up, Sophie," he mumbled. He continued his story with only Stina paying close attention to everything he said.

"And that's how I caught a 2-foot tall fish," concluded Fitz.

"And I caught a 4-foot long fish that day," Biana whispered to Sophie. When Sophie didn't respond, Biana waved her hand in front of her friend's face. "Hello? Are you still alive?"

Keefe yawned and saw Sophie staring at something in his direction. "Hey Foster," he smirked. "Something caught your eye? Someone perhaps?"

Sophie had snapped back into reality and was blushing red. "N-no! Why would you say that?"

"Oh. So you weren't staring at someone that say, is the king of Good-Hair-Land? That you weren't staring at a gorgeous human being that is too beautiful for mortal eyes?"

"No!" Sophie was now blushing harder than ever before.

"Was this dude me, perhaps?" asked Keefe slyly.

Sophie shook her head, no. She looked tomato red.

"Fitz?" asked Biana.

Sophie's only response was her wrinkling her nose. She didn't even blush.