How Did We Get Into This Mess - KOTLC Oneshots

Fourth Wall Who?

(Warning: crappy writing ahead )

"This is where I grew up, for the most part," Sophie said, enchanted by the nostalgia of the bookstore before her. "My parents loved me, but I was an inconvenience for them. So I stayed here and shelved new books for advanced reading copies."

Keefe knew the hardships of a photographic memory. Rereading books was tiresome when you knew exactly what would happen word for word. So he busied himself with other things, for elves prided themselves on nonfiction. Keefe was much more interested in stories of adventure.

"I'm glad you brought me," Keefe told Sophie, eyes soft as he gazed at her. Sophie smiled sweetly, pulling the boy inside.

Woven baskets filled with succulents and other greenery hung by the entrance, a bell chiming to announce their arrival. Satin pillowed window seats are decorated with stained glass panes, and a sliding ladder rested atop a wall of shelves.

"I haven't seen this series before," Sophie observed pulling a novel off the shelf. "Keeper of The Lost Cities." She flipped it over to read the summary on the back, chuckling. Keefe took over, reading the back aloud.

"Twelve-year-old Sophie has never quite fit into her life. She's skipped multiple grades and doesn't really connect with the older kids at school, but she's not comfortable with her family, either. The reason? Sophie's a Telepath, someone who can read minds. No one knows her secret—at least, that's what she thinks- ha, sound familiar?" Keefe wiped a tear from his eye, but Sophie grew concerned as she read on.

"But the day Sophie meets Fitz . . . Keefe, what are the odds Mr Forkle is a stalker and published my inner thoughts since I was twelve?" Sophie was getting increasingly concerned, frantic even.

"Stalker? Uh, like sixty five percent," Keefe gulped. "Absolute zero on the last part though. But look on the authors picture on the hardcover edition. That's Caprise Redek."

"No way. For one, I'm pretty sure all elves have to have blue eyes?"

"That changes easily. Besides, you've never actually met Caprise, have you? I have. And this Shannon lady is a dead ringer." Keefe tapped the photo for emphasis.

Holy shit.