『𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.』

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The lights were neon and all kinds of different colors. I looked into my purse and took out the lipstick my boyfriend Fitz had gotten me. I quickly applied some onto my lips.

"Hey babe. Wanna dance?" Fitz said, coming up to me.

"No thanks." I said. I really appreciated whenever Fitz asked me to do things with him but for some reason they were always things that he wanted to do. Never what I wanted to do. It was bittersweet.

"Come on." He said, pulling my arm.

"Really Fitz. I'm good." I said, snatching my arm away. Now I was getting kind of angry.

"Alright, alright!" He exclaimed, walking away. I sat there, reading my book while everyone else was partying. The Council was holding this huge party for all species in celebration of defeating the Neverseen. And of course, everyone kept coming up to me to congratulate me. It was nice but also annoying  because all I wanted to do was stay home and read. So, this was the closest it was going to get. I looked up from my book to see Fitz dancing with some other girl. I didn't mind at first, because he was probably just bored because I didn't want to dance with him. It's not like they were anything serious. But then, Fitz leaned down and kissed her. Hard. And she kissed him back. They just stood there, making out. Her hands were in his back pockets, his hands in her hair. 

"Oh my god." I breathed. I strutted over to Fitz and yanked his arm away from the other girl, breaking the kiss. "What is wrong with you?!"

"Sophie! Um, I can explain." Fitz said, scrambling for an excuse

"Y'know what, Fitz? You can go to hell." I spat out, hoping the tears weren't already coming out. They were. I ran off, hoping to find some privacy. I eventually went out of the huge ballroom that the party was in and stood outside, in the back. I sat there and cried. I don't even know how long it was. All I knew was that there was betrayal, dispaer, and misery was running through my veins. But somehow there wasn't one bit of shock. I wiped off my teary eyes, only to realize I had just ruined the mascara Biana forced onto my eyelashes when I was getting ready.

"Shoot." I said, taking out the extra mirror Biana had given me out of my purse. I also took out the makeup remover towel I was sure I was going to use when I packed it in there. I looked into the mirror and started slowly wiping off my makeup. I went from the eyeshadow to the highlighter, to the blush, to the lips. The lips. The beautiful lipstick that Fitz had given me. I let out a small whimper. All the thoughts kept coming back to me then. The memories. Him giving me an amazing Valentines Day present after I told him all about the human holiday. Him throwing me the most amazing birthday party. Him buying my an amazing present for- wait. All of the good memories between me and Fitz have been us kissing and him buying me presents. I cried a little harder. How could I have been so stupid? Fitz was not the right one for me. I needed someone else. Someone thoughtful, caring, nice, sweet, funny, incredi-

"Foster?" A voice asked. I jerked my head up, my thoughts eradicating. 

"Keefe?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting next to me. We looked at each other in the eye and I happen to notice how nice the color ice blue is. Probably better than teal.

"No." I said, "I just caught Fitz cheating on me." I realized that my makeup probably looked really bad right then, so I attempted to fix it. I just ended up smudging it more.

"Here. Let me help." Keefe took my makeup wipe from my hand and used it to wipe off my makeup. If that were Fitz, he probably would've asked a gnome to do it or something. Or he would've been really rough with it. Keefe was different though. More gentle. Sweet. Wait- why was I comparing Keefe and Fitz? They were totally different people. And Keefe is just friend. Right?

"Is that better?" Keefe asked. He used his hand to move my face back facing towards the mirror so I could see it. But why did all my limbs heat up when he touched me? Why did I like it?

"It's great. Thanks." I said, turning my head to smile at him. Oh my gosh. Our faces were so close. They were practically two centimeters away. I'd heard people talking about how Keefe liked me and had this huge crush on me. I thought it was just rumors back then but...what if it wasn't? What if he liked me? With hope in my head and adrenaline rushing through my body, I pushed my face forward and closed the gap between us. Kissing Keefe was like no other. With Fitz, it always felt as he was doing it for fun. Keefe's kiss felt passionate. He kissed me back after I kind of shoved our lips together. We pulled away for just long enough for Keefe to say,

"Sophie, I love you. I've loved you for forever. You make me feel...I don't know, like my heart is exploding every time you talk, smile, anything." I melted right then and there as Keefes hands moved up to my face, his palms cupping my cheeks.

"I love you too." I breathed. I should've said more, but I just wanted to enjoy this. My hands were on his chest and his hands were in my hair. We pulled away; though I definitely did not want that moment to end. 

"Wanna go back inside?" I asked

"Sure" Keefe said back. He stood up and took my hand in his. We walked back into the ballroom, the intense music blasting our eardrums. The song ended and a slow dance song came on. 

"Care to dance?" I asked Keefe. Wow, I was in a good mood.

"Who are you and what have you done to Sophie Foster?" Keefe asked as we walked over to the dance floor. He had the most goofy and cute smile on his face, it made me want to love him forever, which was good because that's what I planned to do. We slow danced together, my hands around his neck, his hands on my waist. My eyes strayed away from Keefe, (finally) and they unfortunately landed on Fitz. He was dancing with another girl this time. Guess he switches up real fast. Fitz looked over at my and we made eye contact. He gave me a sneer. I gave him a smile, then looked back at Keefe. Fitz was not going to ruin this moment. Because it wasn't his. It was team Foster-Keefe's moment. And no one could ruin it.

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