The One With All the Sokeefe.

Chapter Sixteen: Keefe

(a/n hi! SO this is a really short chapter- like REALLY short- but I just wanted someone to tell Keefe about his past so we can move on. There will be a lot of new points of views moving on, and Neverseen will make some experiences. Enjoy!)

"Wh-what?" I said, stumbling back as if she had punched me. Because it felt like she had. Pity was written over all of their faces, like I was a poor puppy kicked to the side of the road. Biana scurred away, like a turtle hiding in her shell. Although, her task wasn't a walk in the park either. She had to break up with Tam, who I got really bad vibes from. His bangs were so terrible, I wanted to cut them off. 

"Keefe... I'm so-" Linh stepped forward, reaching out to me. All of a sudden, the bright white hallways seemed darker, everyone's faces filled with a bit of despair, and Sophie was trying to stop stubborn tears from falling down her face. But one fell anyway. I looked right into her eyes, and instead of the identical looks of pity on the others, her beautiful leather brown eyes were full of regret.  She kept me from spiraling out of control, pulling me back to the present. 

"No." I cut her off, and Linh flinched. "I mean, I didn't even know her. I just had one good memory of her, and it wasn't even great." Sophie started to loosen, and I didn't realize how tightly she had been holding herself together until she let go. She ran to me, and wrapped me in a big hug. For a second, my arms were suspended in midair, not knowing what to do with them. But I put them around Sophie, and we fit like... I need more analogies. We fit real good. I wondered if what they said before was true. Could Sophie and I really have dated? I mean, she's beautiful, confident, smart, and funny. How could she have ever liked... me? Maybe I was really popular or something. Because I've seen a mirror, and I'm not that attractive, I'm a 6 if you're being generous. She is a 12. Not that I would ever rate her. She is her own person, and rating people makes them feel terrible about themselves. But honestly, how could she have ever been interested in me? 

"Do you want to hear the rest? Because honestly, we haven't even gotten to the good parts yet." Sophie said, pulling away from me. It took all of my willpower not to hold on, but I attempted to look unbothered.

"We all know what the good parts are..." Linh said, nudging Dex with her elbow. They both started snickering, and Sophie's face flushed bright pink. She tugged a lose eyelash, and turned away from me. 

"Oh really? Would you like to help me?" Sophie accused, but it didn't hold much venom because of how much blushing she was doing. The rosy pink on her cheeks brought out her chocolate brown eyes, and made it so you could get lost in them. She twirled a lock of her shiny golden hair around on her finger, and a small smile emerged from her ever present frown of worry. 

"Not a bad idea. Obviously, you can't tell her the bad stuff." Dex teased, and lead us upstairs. The twisting white hallways made me dizzy, but no one else said a word. They joked and teased all the way, until we had made it to a quiet room. This one was considerably better than the last, with two windows. There was a bed the size of a small elephant, and three large, squishy blue chairs. Sophie ran onto the bed, and flopped down, her sun colored curls spreading around her as her head met the pale pink sheets. She laughed- a real, bona fide laugh- and her small lips curved into a grin. Linh and Dex made there way to two of the chairs, where their bodies smushed into the soft material. I slowly sat down, irrationally afraid that if I sat down too fast the chair would swallow me whole. 

"So, lets begin." Dex said eagerly, leaning closer to me. "So here you are, on the snowy mountain, and your whole world had just fallen apart. Sandor had fell, and everyone was terrified..."