Forbidden Cities

Go Home

"Your bedhead is adorable," Keefe whispers, sitting on the floor with his legs outstretched and leaning back on the palms of his hands. The bottoms of his socks are pressed against the floor to ceiling window. 

"I didn't have time to brush it." 

Keefe raises an eyebrow, "But you had time to sit in front of the window and stargaze in the middle of the night?" 

Sophie nods, "I heard around the city there was a meteor shower tonight, and I was afraid I would miss it." She has been watching the starry sky as closely as she can with all the dark clouds surrounding, but so far there has been no sign of any shooting stars. Even though it's pitch black, the moonlight is enough so Sophie can get a clear view of Keefe's amused face. 

"Mind if I join you?" He asks like he isn't already curling up in a blanket. He tosses two corners to Sophie, inevitably pulling them closer together. Their thighs are touching. 

Sophie's cheeks heat, and she hates how noticeable it is, even in the dark. She tucks herself in, taking almost all of the blankets with her. 

Keefe huffs, "You're taking all the blanket, Foster." 

"I know." 

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh, you want to play that game, huh?" Keefe pulls the blanket toward him roughly, pulling Sophie with it. She lands on the other side of him with a grunt, "What the heck, Keefe?" 

"That's why you don't take my blankets." 

Sophie sits up. She has a death grip on the blanket in case Keefe tries any funny business again. Of course, he does. He pulls the blanket toward his chest, and Sophie's face goes dangerously close to his. If she lean forward a centimeter, their noses will be touching. 

Keefe's breathing is ragged, matching hers. Sophie tentatively brings up a hand and buries it in his golden hair, pulling him closer. There is no words for how fluttery she feels. 

His eyes are boring into hers, ice blue waves crashing into Sophie. Keefe tilts his head to the side, lining their lips up perfectly. Sophie waits for him to close the distance between them patiently. 

Keefe leans closer. 

Closer.

Closer...

He sighs, pulling away an inch, "Go home, Sophie." 

She removes her grip on his hair, "W-what?" 

"Go home. You... you don't deserve any of this. You deserve everything. You deserve the world, and I cannot give it to you here. So please, just-" His voice cracks, "Just go home." 

Sophie feels tears stinging her eyes. She blinks rapidly, "I... I'm not going home. If you don't want me here, just say it!" Before he can respond, Sophie jumps up and runs to the bedroom. She shuts the door behind her. Hard. Gosh, she is acting like such a child. She's crying because he didn't kiss her? 

She jumps on the bed, letting the tears fall. Sophie sobs quietly, knowing Keefe will be trying to come in the room any second. She can see the stars glazing across the sky, and for a slit second, she wonders if Keefe is watching the stars fall with her. 

This one is crazy short, but I didn't want to make you suffer sad Sophie and Keefe any longer.