Sokeefe Snippets

Actual Double Dates

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This is the actual one! lol. Read, have fun, vote, and comment!

Sophie's POV:

Sophie walked down the halls of Foxfire, looking for her next class. The bells had rung a few minutes ago, and she still didn't know where she was going—despite her being a Level Six at the school now. She was so hopelessly lost that whichever class she had next would practically be over by the time she found it.

She sighed in relief when she saw Keefe running up to her.

"Oh, thank you, Keefe—I don't know where my class is—" she started.

"Foster," he said. "It's lunchtime." She blinked.

"Oh."

Keefe laughed. "I was worried when you didn't show up so I came to find you. What did you think your next class was anyway?" he asked.

She blushed, staring at the shiny floor, she mumbled, "Metaphysics."

Keefe laughed again and led her to the cafeteria. "I'll help you after lunch. Don't worry," he assured her. Sophie laughed softly, glad to know her boyfriend was willing to help. Then again, he always was.

When they rejoined their friends, Keefe explained to everyone about the 'Foster Confusion'. She rolled her eyes.

"I just forgot," she protested when everyone cracked up. Lunch was spent talking, chatting, and having friendly debates. Somehow, the conversation drifted to whether Tam or Keefe would have a mustache when they grew up—and if both, who would be better?

"It would obviously be me! I can work any style!" Keefe announced smugly. Tam rolled his eyes.

"No. You'll look hideous." Keefe clutched his chest in mock hurt and gasped dramatically.

"Bangs Boy! How dare you! I am offended—I can't even look at you." He turned away from Tam. Tam rolled his eyes again.

"I'll assume you turning away means I win from forfeit," he said, munching away on his onion-shaped carrot that smelled like hot dogs. Keefe's head snapped back to him.

"Lord Hunkyhair NEVER forfeits!" Keefe claimed, shouting it so loud it reverberated off the cafeteria walls. Students turned to stare at them.

Fitz snorted softly before stage-whispering to Sophie, Biana, Dex, and Marella, "I swear they fight like a married couple." Dex choked on his lushberry juice and Marella coughed. A laugh slipped through Sophie's lips and she covered her mouth with her hand. Keefe and Tam both turned to glare at Fitz at the same time, prompting him to add. "See? They're in perfect sync."

Dex thought for a minute. "But that could also just mean they're the same person."

"We are not!" they both insisted in unison.

Everyone shared a look at the table, all thinking the same thing.

"Yeah, you are," they said.

"No, we aren't!"

Biana put up her hand to silence them. "I propose a challenge. If you two don't act completely like each other or argue anymore for a whole hour, we'll drop it."

"And if we don't care?" Tam prompted.

Dex smirked. "We'll tell the whole school that both your favorite colors are pink."

Keefe snorted. "That's not too horrible." He said after some consideration.

"And that you're secretly best friends," Fitz added.