Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Cassius

Sophie quickly pulls on the nearest sweater, which happens to be Keefe's. 

"Foste- Woah." Keefe breathes, looking her up and down. He doesn't even try to hide it. "My... oh- what... Woah." 

Sophie turns around from where she's brushing her hair, "What?" 

"You're... wearing my sweater." 

Sophie looks down, "Oh, sorry. I can give it back if you want."

"No, no. Please don't. I just can't believe you're wearing my clothes." His eyes trail over her body again, and she shies away. His gaze is... intense, to say the least. Sophie goes back to brushing her hair, trying to scrape out the painful bedhead. She has no idea where the knots come from, but is getting a sneaking suspicion it's from where Keefe buries his hands while they were sleeping last night. 

Keefe gets out of bed, rubbing his eyes and pulling his shirt off. He exchanges it with a white shirt, that is almost 100% see through. Sophie blushes, looking away. She continues to brush until her hair is perfect. That's when she starts on her makeup. 

Keefe keeps a tiny drawer full of her stuff in his desk that she uses when she is over. And that is almost all the time. Grady definitely isn't happy about all the time she's been spending with him, but Edaline keeps him in check. 

Sophie brings the mascara to her lashes. 

"Why are you doing that, Foster?" Keefe asks, looking at her reflection and putting his hands on either side of the chair is sitting in. 

Sophie starts on her lip gloss, but Keefe grabs her wrist gently, "This is so much to do first thing in the morning." He whines. 

She rolls her eyes, smiling, "But your dad will think I look like a garbage can-" 

"First of all- impossible. You are so beautiful and absolutely no one can deny it. Second of all, who cares what he thinks? He's a self absorbed brat that doesn't even love his own son." 

Sophie sighs, "I guess." She lets Keefe guide her hands to put the makeup bag back into the tiny drawer. He leads her to his kitchen. He sets down two matching red mugs on the counter, where Sophie sits. Keefe starts to grab random containers and pans, placing them on the stove. He starts fiddling with spatulas and such, smoke flaming. 

"What are you making?" Sophie inquires, craning her neck to get a view of the stove. 

Keefe tuts, "Tut tut tut, Foster. Worry about drinking your coffee and I'll worry about cooking your breakfast." 

She sighs, stirring the spoon and watching the milk mix with the coffee. 

"He is a stubborn one, isn't he?" Sophie freezes when she hears Cassius's voice behind her. He walks over to the stove, glancing over Keefe's shoulder. He hums, turning back to the counter and placing his head in his hands. "Staying again tonight, yes?" 

His snooty voice is so unbearable she wants to break his voice box so he can never speak like that again. Instead, she sips her coffee. "Uhm... if Keefe lets me then I think I will," 

"You're always welcome here, Foster." Keefe shouts from behind Cassius. 

The father sighs, "Yes, I suppose she is." 

Keefe walks from the stove, holding a scolding hot spatula and holding it under his dad's chin, smiling menacingly, "If you make my girlfriend feel for even a second she isn't welcome here, I swear I will-" 

"Such a flare for the dramatics." Cassius deadpans, rolling his eyes like a child. Though, Sophie does it quite often. 

Sophie plasters on a friendly smile, "Well, Keefe is always welcome at my home, because my parents care about their child. You wouldn't know what that is like, would you?" 

Keefe snorts, followed by a million little giggles, "Good one, Foster. I'm such a bad influence on you." He goes back to the cooking, muttering a few curses that Cassius rolls his eyes at. "Foster, I might have burnt the soup." 

"How do you burn soup?" 

"Well it's mashed potato consistency, so I'm guessing it's overcooked." 

Sophie sighs, purposely bumping Cassius's shoulder as she walks to the stove. She helps Keefe add more broth to the mixture, putting it back to it's normal state. Keefe gives her an adorable loving smile when she walks back to her barstool. 

Cassius stares at her, making Sophie spit, "What?" 

"You love him, don't you?" 

"Of course." 

He hums, looking at something on the floor, "Interesting. You know, me and Gisela were just like you two when we first got our match lists. Young and in love. Look how that turned out," 

Sophie scrunches her nose, trying to keep all the words from tumbling out. They tumble out anyway, "Me and Keefe aren't going to be anything like you two. We are going to get married, and be happy, and raise our kids with actual love." 

Keefe spins around at that. His eyes widen, mouth twisted into a grin. "Really?" 

Sophie loses her sense of confidence, blushing, "I mean... if you want kids we don't-"

"I want kids." Is all Keefe says, before turning back to the stove with a goofy grin spread across his lips. 

We love some Cassius hate and Sophie talking about her and Keefe's future !!!