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

18: Tired

It had been a week since Keefe and I had kissed, and we spent almost everyday with eachother after that. We haven't kissed since, but we were a lot more closer then before. 

Right now, we both were sprawled on my bed. Laying on my stomach at the foot of the bed, I had one of Keefe's hoodies, which fell to my mid thigh, so you couldn't even see my shorts. And of course, fuzzy socks. Keefe sat against the headboard, focused on something on his notebook, squinting his eyes while he moved his pencil. 

Why did he have to look so cute?

Keefe had been extremely tired today, and said it was because he went to bed late.

I moved my attention back to the homework I claimed to be doing, but in reality, I'd been gawking at Keefe for the past minute and a half. 

We'd been laying on the bed for a few hours, after coming back from school. Needless to say, I was getting bored. A girl can only sit in silence for so long. I checked my watch. It was already 7:30.

I crawled over to Keefe on the bed, who hadn't noticed that I had gotten up. 

At this point he seemed to have ditched his pencil and I think he was scanning his writing over. A tired yawn slipped through his mouth.

I poked him to grab his attention. His head slowly moved towards me. 

"Hi." I said, brushing his hair out of his view.

He hummed in response, as his stretched his upper body. Another yawn escaped him. 

He then layed himself down, his head on my lap and the rest of his body parralel to the headboard.

I casually played with his hair, which was as soft as cotton. 

"Are you hungry?" I said

"Starving." He said, as he snuggled deeper into my lap.

"Do you want to get food? Or I could make us something." I suggested, still playing with his hair.

"Doordash?"

I chuckled. "Of course."

He handed me his phone, unlocked. I navigated my way to the doordash app. 

"Panera?" I asked.

"Panera." He agreed.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Water and... flatbread cheese pizza. And a cookie."

After adding those on, I tapped in my order, mac and cheese and a bagutte with a water.

I typed in the address and then Keefe and I waited. Keefe fell asleep on my lap, as expected and I scrolled through Insta on my phone because why not. The doorbell rang 30 minutes later. I carefully slid away from Keefe, making sure not to wake him.

I opened the door, grabbed the food after thanking the guy and then locked it behind me, making my way to the the dining table to set everything up. I brought all the food out and carefully set it down.

Then, I walked to my room. Here comes the hard part. Waking Keefe up.

There's three things I've learned about 'Tired Keefe': He is impossible to wake up, he's very intimate when he's tired, and he overthinks way too much.

I shook him slowly, and then harder, and then harder. He still didn't budge. 

"Keefe?" I said. "Wake upppp."

I blew into his face, and that seemed to do the trick, since he groaned and slowly turned to look at me, still not getting up.

"Hm?" He said rubbing one of his eyes.