perfect sokeefe

opposites attract

Keefe was an idiot. 

It wasn't as if she didn't know that, but this plan just intensified the fact. She stood in front of the Vacker's mansion, waiting for the teal-eyed boy to open the door. A bouquet of flowers clutched in her hand, her earpiece was covered with hair, as she was showered in Keefe's snarky remarks of her appearance. 

Though she was aware how happy Fitz could make a girl, she wasn't one to like being showered in gifts. He offered so much love, but the one Sophie had learned to refuse. It was fake love, artificial as if tailored to fit a specific need. Sophie's eyebrows knitted together, "Hey Keefe, is there a way that—" 

That was when the door creaked open. A wide smile stretched on Sophie's lips as she was escorted into the house by Fitz's hand.

The afternoon went in a blur. She sat politely, eating scones and all sorts of fancy treats. Della, Fitz's mother, helped Sophie cook a batch of cookies, and as she helped the mother wash the dishes, she encountered the youngest sibling. She was a petite girl, cascading brown hair, but her eyes contained a ticking bomb, cautioning Sophie's every move. 

She walked lightly, but her knees instinctively crouched for a second before straightening. The movement confused Sophie, before she realized that Biana was also a spy. She blinked, then felt how stiff Fitz's hand felt on her shoulder. She froze in terror. 

They knew. 

"I'll go to the bathroom." Sophie left the room in a hurry. Then pressed her earpiece, alerting the others. 

Keefe appeared next to the window in seconds. As much as she hated herself from flinching, she had to praise him for his stealth. "Where are we going?" 

"Alden's study." Though she didn't give into the emotion of care very much, his expression, tone, abundance of fear all were much too worry-inducing. Keefe laughed, flicking a lock of hair from her face, "Get used to it, Foster, because I've already have." 

Alden's study was lined with bookshelves, as expected, but a corner of his room held a table of vials. Whether they were impactful or not, the two agents had not time to figure out. Sophie reached for the mug on the table. "Warm. He left not to long ago." 

"Perfect." Keefe said, taking a packet of powder from his hand. He tipped it into the glass and grinned. "Mission accomplished." 

Just as Sophie reached for the door, banging sounded. The smile was wiped from Keefe's face as he scanned the room. His eyes focused on the balcony door, Keefe turned to Sophie for a response. She bit her lip, and nodded. They gathered near the edge, and looked down. The manor only had four floors, and they were on the third one. 

Keefe's hand wound around her waist. "Do you trust me?" 

"No." 

"Smart girl." 

Sophie blushed, then slapped his arm. "Either throw us both off, or I'll take my chance with the Vackers." 

"If I'm falling, then you're going to do the same." Keefe's lips twitched, "And I'm not only talking about this situation." 

The red darkened, and Sophie jumped off just as the door opened. In the short amount of time they had in the air, Keefe managed to turn, so she was pressed against his chest. They hit the ground almost immediately after that. Sophie dragged him under the bushes. When his eyes open she slapped him, gently. "Next time we fall off a balcony, I'm the one getting hurt, okay?" 

"It almost seems romantic when you say it like that." Sophie couldn't believe him. He straightened up. "Don't you want to go out with me, Foster?" 

"Never." 

"I don't believe in never." He said. 

"I don't believe in always." Sophie countered. 

"I've heard opposites attract." 

Sophie scoffed, "Never." 

Keefe smiled as if he wasn't injured at all. "Always."