𝔸 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕠𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕗𝕖

9. Deal.

Keefe:

I wake up to a bright ray of sun coming in through my window onto my face.

I also find Ro sleeping, or I should say snoring, on the mini couch I have in my room. She probably came in some time in the middle of the night.

I get up and stretch in my bed and close the curtains over the ray of sunshine. Usually, I make my room really dark and messy on purpose for my dad cause well... he hates it.

I carefully creep out of my room, dodging the creaky spots so I wouldn't wake Ro up, and go to the bathroom next door. Everyday I try to do my hair first thing in the morning.

"Hmm..." I say once I get to the mirror

Today my hair is artfully tossed in this really messy bedhead swoop on the side of my head with the rest of it sticking up on top like it was connecting to the static in the air.

"Looks like you're really messy today," I say to myself as I open my case full of hair supplies. I've got quite a collection going.

I take my comb and roughly brush it through my hair. Then I get it wet and dry it with the towel hanging above the sink. Then I get the tube of gel when --

KEEFE!?

I get a blast of a feisty Foster transmit banging in my head.

WHAT THE HECK FOSTER??? YOU MADE ME DROP MY HAIR GEL!!! I think in my head, not wanting to mention I had dropped it into the toilet.

Oops, she says back, Sorry!

I can tell she's not sorry though.

Really? Do you have to be like this? I ask her

I can just imagine you dropping your hair gel down the drain though, she says sheepishly, doing that adorable laugh of her's.

Well... I did not drop it down the drain thank you very much. I just dropped it down the... uh... well... I guess you don't really want to know, I say

Why not? She asks

Oh? So you want to be this way Foster don't you? Well... I dropped it down the toilet thanks to you, I think

At first I can tell she's kind of embarrassed about asking but then she bursts out into a laughing fit.

What? I ask, Stop making fun of me Foster. You're hurting me, I say, but I can't help grinning

She snorts another cute laugh and then transmits, Sorry Keefe. I just... I don't know. I guess it's been a while since I've heard something like that, she says

You mean all you've been hearing is umm... if I dare say... almost dying? I ask

Then it goes quiet.

Yeah. I guess that's technically accurate... she says slowly

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Anyways, I continue, Is Fitz awake yet? I ask

No. Not yet, she says disappointingly

I just let out a sigh of relief.

Wait. What was I doing?

I should be sad that my best friend isn't awake yet. Not happy. But then again...

Wait... you're happy that Fitz isn't awake yet??? Foster asks, interrupting my thoughts just at the right moment.

Shoot. I forgot she was in my head.