Random sokeefe oneshots

If only.

Hey guys! Minor problem... I might have a slight case of writers block- yeah. it's not going that great. especially with the move and all. (UTAH"S SO COLD!!!) But anyways, i think i may have a good start to a story, so pleaseeeee tell me what you think in the comments and by voting! anyways, Here!!!

Sophie:

 I don't like having a photographic memory. But I have it. It's ok sometimes. Like when I'm studying for a test. But it makes me remember things I don't want to remember. Like this dream. And yes, I can be conscious while in my dreams. Don't ask me how. I don't know. And yet, my brain keeps straying to this one particular memory...

"No."

The word was barely audible when it escaped my mouth.

"Sophie." Keefe looked away shamefully, his ice blue eyes seemed to have no more life in them. I remember the way he said my name. It brought tears to my eyes and a blush to my cheeks.

"NO!" That small word radiating power and distress. It created a wall of pain between us. I remember I couldn't stop thinking, This can't be happening! I looked at all of your pictures on the wall. Pictures that he drew. And there were thousands of them. Everywhere. But that didn't matter. He'd make new friends and forget about me.

"Keefe please!" I remember the tears that rolled down my cheeks. Tears I couldn't stop. "Stay."

"I can't, Sophie. You of all people know I can't. Mommy dearest and daddio won't let me." I remembered his exact words. The words that punched me in the gut because he was trying to joke about this. But this wasn't a joke. And he knew it. I knew it. And It broke me to see how much pain this brought to him.

I remember how the world turned dizzy when I collapsed into his arms, how he could barely hold himself up, but he did. For him, and for me.

That's the thing about Keefe.

No matter how rough his life may be. Or how awful life treats him. He stays strong for the people he cares about.

But the one person I cared about and still care about in life... The one person I ever trusted... Well. Now he's gone. His family packed up and left.

...

And now that memory started to fade. His face became a blur that was just out of reach. His arms left me, and coldness filled my mind. His voice melted away into the cold and empty darkness that surrounded me.

Then voices started to come for me.

"YOU'RE WORTHLESS!"

"NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU! OR HAS FOR THAT MATTER!"

"IDIOT"

"FREAK"

I woke up in a cold sweat screaming. Tears streaked my face as I raced down the stairs and ran out the door into the rain. The cold hard droplets felt like rocks pelting my skin. I turned corners and crossed streets. It doesn't help that i just moved to my new orphanage 3 days ago.

Everything seemed like a lifetime ago even though it's only been 5 years. From when Keefe told me he was moving. To when he said goodbye to me at the airport. I touched my lips, remembering how he gave me a quick kiss. Right after he gave me a necklace that he made by painting each bead with a little flower. It was the necklace that I never took off till my parents died and I had to go to an orphanage. They wouldn't allow jewelry, so... They took it.

I know my life's rough. I know that I shouldn't be the only one to bear my burdens but I am. People try to help me but they can't. They've never

I don't know when I fell. But I did. I was on the floor sobbing in the rain. With no jacket, no intention of going back, and no way of knowing where I was.

No one loves me.

I'm a failure.

I want to go to sleep and never wake up.

The world spun all around me. I crawled towards a wall and leaned my head against it. My gold hair stuck to my face in clumps and my knuckles turned white. If anyone looked, or cared to look at me... they'd probably think I was homeless. Then again. Maybe I am now.

"You lost?" The voice came from above me and I noticed a pair of grey converse shoes in front of me. Looking up, I saw a Ice blue eyed boy with artfully styled blonde hair. I could feel a blush creep up on my face. He looked... well, stunning. But my thoughts were interrupted when he gasped then slapped his hand over his mouth. A younger version of this boy filled my mind. And suddenly, I gasped too. I remembered the way his eyes would light up whenever he saw me. And the way my cheeks would turn crimson when he smiled. He tried on a smirk but it didn't reach his eyes.

But when it did, we both knew what was coming next, our words overlapping.

"Like the view?"

Well anyways, that's the start to it. I'm trying to figure out where to go with this... any ideas? i might make it into like a soulmate thing... idk. I'll figure it out. but like, im thinking that- wait... should i tell you or not...? maybe. idk. i'll think about it. Okie, well. Tell me what you think! anyways, i gtg to bed!!! night!!!!!!!!!!!!! (or morning, or day, or evening cause of when you might be reading this.)

bye!

-CassNicole