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

12: The Great Airport Incident

Sophie POV

Trigger warning: Su!c!de (once again, nothing too much, fully PG)

My consciousness stirred a little as I began to acknowledge what was happening. I felt my hand on something soft and I felt a slight pressure on my waist. My pillow was... cologne scented? Wait a second. 

My eyes opened against my will, and I saw Keefe beginning to stir. My hand was on his jaw, and I wasn't planning on moving it any time soon. Keefe's hand was on my waist and the room blew cold air but everything under the blanket was warm.

I scootched even closer to Keefe, if that was possible. Then I moved my hand from his jaw at placed it by my side. Keefe didn't seem to like this, so he made a small whining noise, while his eye was still closed and placed my arm around his neck.

I smiled at his childish behavior, and the buried my head into his chest, pulling his neck closer to me. Keefe let out a sigh of content as we stayed like that for the next ten minutes.

Then the sleep slowly slipped away, and I realized something.

I had to pick Shane up from the airport today.

"Shoot," I mumbled, raising myself up from the comfy bed.

"Hm?" Keefe mumbled, his hair disheveled as ever, and he rubbed his eyes. 

"Shane. I have to pick up him up from the airport in an hour." I said, checking my phone.

At this, Keefe's expression hardened. Maybe I was just imagining it. 

He cleared his throat and spoke out. "Don't worry, the airport is 10 minutes away from my place. Just get ready and I'll drive you there."

But that wouldn't work...

I didn't want Keefe to come with me. Shane would freak out.

"Actually, I brought my car here, so I can go by myself. Thanks, though."

Keefe furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "You sure?"

"Yup." I said, getting out of the bed.

Keefe sat there for a second. Then he seemed to snap back to reality. "Oh, I'll give you a pair of my clothes to change into."

"Actually, that'd be great."

He got out of bed, walking to his closet. He walked out soon after, handing me a pair of clothes. He went into the bathroom to shower and brush his teeth shortly after.

I had a tank top under my shirt from last night, so I slid the shirt off, pulled up the sweatpants Keefe handed me, which were the coziest things in the world, and then put on the converse from last night.

It was pretty warm out today, so I didn't need to worry about being cold.

Keefe had handed me a spare brush, so I brushed my teeth and Keefe and I finished getting ready at the same time.

We headed into the elevator. Yes, Keefe's house has an elevator. It also has 7 floors.

Keefe seemed to be contemplating something as we got in.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked nudging him slightly.

His head snapped up. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, totally." He plastered a smile onto his face.

Once we reached the first floor, the first thing Keefe did was look around.

"What are you looking for?" I asked him.

He didn't answer. Instead, he looked to the ground, dead silent. "I knew it."

His jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up into fists.