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𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝔀
𝓦𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱

ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ʙᴇᴅɪɴɢғɪᴇʟᴅ

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Heeey~

I had some free time off my busy schedule and thought of another story about our favorite Blondie and Hunkyhair, but I haven't really finished my main story as of the moment (honestly, I have too much plot ideas for stories...) so I thought of a way to make this a one-shot and... here it is!

This is in Keefe's POV, by the way.

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"What's the answer to no. 12?" Sophie spun the pen in her hands, waiting for an answer.

Keefe yawned, throwing his own book to Sophie's direction. "Just copy my answers."

"Keefe," Sophie grumbled, but accepted the book thrown in her direction. "You know that I want to know how to get the answer, not just get the answer."

His responded with quite a dry chuckle, sitting up from his bed and facing her yet again. "Come on, Foster. We both know you can figure out how it's done with that pretty head of yours."

Sophie only rolled her eyes as she scribbled down the answers from Keefe's book to her own.

Keefe watched as her brows start to furrow over the more complex questions on the latter part of their assignment.

For a second, she closes her eyes in frustration, and before you know it, she's up and about again.

Not to mention, her eyelash-tugging habit since she was young has never left her. Though before, she kept on tugging it after hearing that you can make a wish after blowing one- thus the excessive tugging.

Sure, he could write a whole biography of her, but he doesn't want to just look at her- forever.

"...Keefe!"

"Huh?" he quickly replied, flinching after the realization that she had called him too many times to find the need to shout.

"I said," Sophie said, doing an exaggerated sigh. "If you need help, I'll try to help you."

Keefe ran a hand through his artfully styled hair, which seems to make girls weak on their knees- except for the one he wants to.

"Well, it is pretty unfair that only you gets some cheat sheet," he replied, carefully going out of bed, dragging a couch pillow next to hers.

"Of course, you're a year older. Deal with it," she replied, handing him a piece of chocolate chip cookies that actually was from his desk.

"It's not like I came from the heavens and went down like a messiah to tell my parents 'Hey, an amazingly gorgeous boy is going to be born if you do se-'" his face was hit with a pillow before he could finish his sentence.