Still Stuck Out in the Same Old Storm ~ sokeefe story

Chapter 30

Keefe:

I woke up, groaning sleepily. As I looked around the room, memories of yesterday flooded back.

Foster was peacefully snoring in the bed beside me, while Biana slept on the small couch and Tam lay on the floor beside her, their hands just inches apart. Dex and Fitz were cuddled up in the corner, and Linh, Wylie, and Marella were sprawled on the floor.

It was still early, and everyone was sound asleep. I feel like an idiot, I've messed up. They had planned a sleepover as a distraction, but I couldn't stay awake last night and was asleep before we even got to do any sleepover things.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and took out my notebook, finding solace in sketching. I need something to occupy my mind, to keep from dwelling on yesterday.

After a few minutes, I glanced over at Foster, a small drool escaping from the side of her mouth. I couldn't resist capturing the moment.

Just as I was finishing, Foster started to stir. "Keefe," she murmured in her adorable morning voice. I quickly got back into bed, and she smiled sleepily at me.

"I was just drawing you," I said. "Me!?" she exclaimed, I chuckled softly. "Yes, love." My laughter grew as she playfully rolled on top of me. "What are you doing, Soph?" I asked, amused. "I'm giving you a hug, baby." She answers as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I couldn't help but tease, "What's wrong with you? Did Elwin give you something?" Foster shook her head. "No, I'm just happy to see you." I grinned. "I'm happy to see you too."

The moment was interrupted by Biana's excited squeal. "Aww, this is so cute!" Tam, not a morning person, groaned moodily.
Marella snapped, "Why don't you all just shut up? I need sleep."

"You guys are so loud!" Dex yells.

"Says you!" Biana screams back at him.

"You can't shout at your future brother in law Biana." I laugh.

"Shut up, Keefe!" Fitz and Dex say in sync.

"Why am I friends with you all?" Wylie mumbles. Linh smacks him playfully "don't say that!"

"I said shut up!" Marella warns. The room goes quiet, you don't make Marella mad in the morning, you'r only asking for your hair to be burned off, and I for one, am not risking it.

*********Little time skip********

We were all sitting at Elwin's massive dining room table, feasting on some blue fruit that Foster claimed tasted like 'pancakes'.

Despite getting a solid 9 hours of sleep (a rare feat for me), I still felt like I could use a nap.

I halfheartedly poked at my food, I wasn't really feeling hungry or motivated to eat anything.

Suddenly, my fork started turning to ice. I quickly ditched it, not wanting to turn breakfast into an ice show.

I could sense the gazes of my friends fixated on me, but I shrugged it off and continued my intense staring contest with the fruit.

"Keefe."

"Mmm hmm," I mumbled, still concentrating on my staring contest with my breakfast.

"Look at me."

"I'm good."

"Keefe! I'm serious."

Reluctantly, I turned to face Foster.

"Are you planning to eat that fruit or just keep staring at it intensely?"

"Why? You want it?"

"No, but I think you should eat."

Fitz chimes up "I heard that it's supposed to help with bad moods, maybe you should try it dude."

Tam smirks and adds "still brooding over that fruit? It won't solve anything. Trust me, I would know." He raises an eyebrow "but a good sparring match might though?"

Their jokes earn them each a hard whack from their sisters.

"I think you should eat, Keefe." Foster repeats, ignoring their comments.

"Not hungry."

"Don't be stubborn." She raises an unimpressed eyebrow at me.

"Watch out Keefe. She's giving you her 'mom' look, y'know the one that makes sure you know she's not messing around." Dex laughs.

She gives Dex a warning glare. "Seriously Keefe. I know your upset but you need to eat."

I stand up abruptly, my chair scraping against the ground. I need to breathe. "I'm fine Foster, seriously, but I just need some air."

I step outside the front door, shutting it behind me. I lean against the door, gulping in the fresh air.

Why can't I just hold it together? There was no reason for me to do that. I'm so stupid.

I groan as it starts to get windy.

It's like I'm caught in a whirlwind of immense power, haunting memories, and the fear of being vulnerable.
I'm still trying to grapple my past abuse, these powers and I just feel so tired of everything.

I think I can do it though.
But I just need time.