It All Started With A 'Please': A Sokeefe Story

9: Late Night Burgers

It was Sunday night, and I was packing for school the next day. Once I laid out pretty reasonable clothes and packed all of my supplies in another bag, I sat on my couch and looked at the time. It was about 7:30 right now, so I had a couple hours to spare before I had to hit the hay.

I turned Netflix on and turned on 'House of Cards' and sat on my couch, trying to kill some spare time.

About three minutes into the show, I got a facetime request. It was from Keefe, just like I assumed. 

For the past week, we've grown closer to each other and he's defiantly on my 'Top List of People to Hang Out With.' Right after Shane.

I answered the facetime and smiled at him. "Hi."

He looked like he just got out of the shower, as his hair was damp, but it still had 'The Touch.' He was wearing a black shirt, but that was about all I could see.

"Hey." He responded. "Are you free?"

"Yup."

"Then meet me outside in ten minutes." He said, smiling a toothy grin.

I sighed yet failed to fight back my grin. "Ugh. You idiot, we have school tomorrow."

"I know."

I gave in. "Fiiiiine."

Keefe pumped his fist in the air. "It really doesn't take a lot to convince you, Foster."

I rolled my eyes. "Mhmm."

"Alright, see you in ten."

With that he hung up the phone. I was wearing sweats and sneakers and I sure as heck didn't intend to take them off. So, despite the small ounce of my remaining unwillingness, I got up from the warm comfort of the couch and decided to make my way to the door.

Soon enough, much like he said, a car--very fancy, might I add--pulled to the curb.  "Get in." He said, as the cool door opened in a butterfly fashion. 

"Hey." I said, smiling as the familar sent of mint and air refresher hit me again.

"Good evening, my fellow Lady Foster."

I shook my head at his behavior. "My Dearest Keefe Sencen, it's night time, not the evening. Get your facts straight, douche."

"Ooh, feeling fiesty today, are we?" Keefe teased, as we drove into the main road.

For some reason, the rest of the car ride was silent, and I could tell that something was up. His fake facade wasn't working at all.

As soon as we got out of the car, we walked into MacDonalds. Keefe definatly had a unique mindset. 

I looked up at him and his tall self as we sat outside on a bench in Central Park, his eyes staring off into the distance.

How have I noticed how pretty his eyes look in the moonlight...

Wait... what?!

No, Sophie, you don't like Keefe. That's gross. Mega gross. Stop it.

He must have noticed that I was looking at him because he looked down at me. "Hi." I whispered, taking ahold of his hand. He looked so depressed and it broke my heart to see him like that.

"Hi." He said back, still looking at me. He cracked a smile--something he hadn't done throughout our entire time here.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine." His voice was hoarse and it cracked.

We put our burger wrappers in the trash and we decided to head home. 

But, as you all know, I'm Sophie Foster. I love my friends to death because they're all I have in my life. I wouldn't give up on him that easily.

When the car came to a stop, the once more silent car ride came to an end.

"Turn the car off." I demanded.

"Hm?" Keefe asked, his features furrowing up in confusion.

"You're coming inside with me." I checked my phone. "It's only 8:28. Come inside for sometime."

Keefe nodded and we both made our way up. "What's wrong?" I asked as we reached to the safety of my apartment. 

I dragged him to the couch and sat him down, and I sat down right next to him. "Tell me."

"I. I um... I..." Keefe was relectant.

"Anytime now." I said, urging him on.

He looked down at me due to the height difference. "My dad sucks."

I was taken aback by his sudden urge to communicate and the completly unexpected truth, but quickly recovered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, he sucks everyday." Keefe considered. "He's the worst person in the world. Ever. But today." He growled.

I've never seen Keefe like this. It was new and I didn't know how to react.

"He's just a little... overbearing. He's probably the least understanding parent in the entire world. The only thing he ever says to me is 'dissapointment' and 'fix your hair' and 'put better clothes on'. And don't even get me started on my mother. She sides with my dad. It's like we're not realated."

At this time, his fists were clenched and so was his jaw. 

"Keefe?" I asked, cautiously putting my hand on his clenched fist.

"What?" He snapped, his eyes changing from anger to exhaustion.

"Come here." I said, pulling him by the shoulders to me as his hands wrapped around my waist.

I breathed in his familiar and comforting cologne. 

He pulled me closer. "I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"Psh, please, I want to thank you for letting it all out. That's what I'm here for."

I gently pulled away as I smiled at him. A ghost of a smile appeard on his face as he grabbed his phone from the back pocket. "It's 9. I better get home. We have school tommorow."

"Hm. Well, because I am the best person in the world and you just happen to be my friend, I am devoting my very wonderful driving skills to you, and furthermore will be driving you to school tommorow. Be ready by 7:30."

Keefe smiled in spite of himself. "Ooh, yay, my personal chaufer."

I rolled my eyes. "Get out of here, buddy boy."

"Bye Foster." Keefe remarked as I walked him to the door.

"See you tommorow, Keefe." I flashed him one last smile before I closed the door and walked inside.

As I slipped under my warm blanket and set an alarm, I, once more, thought about the promise I had made to Shane. But my one thought about it was...

Screw it.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I will be coming out with another longer chapter veryyy soon.

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