Another Sokeefe Oneshot Book

One shot 4: Can I Draw You?

As Sophie Foster looked out at the rippling water of the Shores of Solace, she felt and thought nothing but peace and calm. That was often the way she felt whenever she was around her boyfriend, the feeling often accompanied by happiness and affection towards him. That was one of the things she loved about Keefe. How even when everything was bleak and horrible, when she was around him, she forgot all about her worries. She smiled slightly at the thought, and glanced over at Keefe, who was sitting at his desk across the room from the window seat she sat on. The last time she had glanced over he had had his back turned to her, but now he was facing her, his elbow resting on the back of his chair as he rested his chin on his hand and met her eyes.

"Can I draw you?" He questioned abruptly, fiddling with a string on his sleeve. 

The request startled Sophie a bit. Maybe it was the randomness of it, or the nervousness in Keefe's voice as he said it, as though he was scared that Sophie would think it was a weird or creepy question. But either way, after a few seconds of contemplation, Sophie answered;

"Sure."

Keefe smiled at her, silently grabbing a pencil and sketchbook and laying them on his lap.

"Do you need me to do a specific pose or...?" Sophie asked, twiddling her fingers nervously.

Shaking his head, Keefe said; "No. You can sit any way you want, and you don't have to sit still." He pointed to his head, smirking. "Photographic memory."

She nodded, and leant against the window sill, her legs crossed and her arms resting on her lap. It was a casual pose, but it was better than just sitting there stiffly like she had seen some people do while they were being painted or drawn.

And after a few seconds of examining her pose a for a few seconds, Keefe looked down at his paper and started to draw. And the way he moved the pencil, with such precise, purposeful lines, some swooshing across the paper gracefully, some short and dot like, was so mesmerizing that before she knew it, 30 minutes had passed

"Done." Keefe told her, making one last line on the paper, with a sort of finality to the movement.

"Can I see it?"

Keefe fidgeted a little with his tunic sleeve, scrutinizing the paper before slowly nodding. "Yeah."

So he put down the pencil and got up, striding to where Sophie sat and mutely handing her the sketchbook, before going back to fidgeting nervously. It was so unlike Keefe to be nervous, so Sophie gave him a reassuring smile before looking down at the paper, letting out a tiny gasp as she took it in.

It was a black and white illustration of her, and a little more sketchy than previous drawings she had seen Keefe do. A little more... artistic. and as she looked at the whirling lines of the ocean through the window in the background, and the little highlight in her eyes that gave her this joyous expression, she could tell that it was because Keefe had let go and just had fun with it.

But the thing she noticed most, was how abnormally beautiful she looked in the drawing. Even though it was in black and white, her entire face seemed to glow with a sort of affectionate and cheerful expression, her big sparkling eyes squinted slightly from the beaming smile on her face. Even her hair, looked somehow happier and prettier than how she saw it, and it made her realize... Was this how Keefe saw her? This joyous, kind looking, beautiful person?

And somehow, in that moment, her love and affection for Keefe tripled in amount, and she threw her arms around him, making sure that she wasn't crinkling the paper as she did so.

"What was that for?" Keefe asked, sounding pleasantly surprised as he wrapped his arms around her waist gently.

Her only answer was; "Thank you." Resting her head against his shoulder, she continued. "Thank you for loving me, and seeing me the way you do."

And she could almost hear Keefe's smile as he said, "Doing that is easy. The hard part is getting you to see yourself the way I do. Wow that is by far the mushiest thing I've ever said, so please don't tell anyone. It'll ruin my bad boy vibe."

Sophie laughed, pulling back to look at Keefe's face. Their eyes locked together, and suddenly she couldn't look away, the sheer intensity of his expression trapping her in place.

Sophie couldn't remember either of them leaning in, but suddenly they were kissing, there eyes closed and lips smiling. It was a gentle, soft kiss, but somehow, time still managed to freeze and fireworks still exploded inside her brain, just like every time they had kissed before then.

And for a while after that kiss, they sat on the window seat together, Keefe's arm wrapped around her and her head on his shoulder. It had been a peaceful, somewhat quiet day. But a decade later, it was still one of Sophie and Keefe Foster's favourite memories.

Because the little things, or the peaceful days, are sometimes the memories that stick with us, even when roller coaster rides, or fights, do not.

AN: Thanks for reading, and maybe comment suggestions or constructive criticism for future one shots. Have a great day, And Happy New Years, Bye!

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