Kotlc Sleepover Sokeefe

Chapter Sixteen

Hi 👋 okay so I will now move on to Keefe's POV since I never finished that one, and in his last chapter he saw mister forkle and mister forkle saw him blablabla. Now Keefe probably runs from mister forkle I don't know I'm just gonna write. And yes I still have writers block so don't blame me if I don't write as well. Bye hope u enjoy this eventful chapter out of our famous hunkyhair's view. Does Ro find him in this chapter, I wonder? Hmmm definitely need to think 🤔...Bye hope u enjoy this eventful chapter out of our famous hunkyhair's view :D 

~sokeefe 4 eva   P.S ro will definitely kill him and drag him back to "Blondie" cause he has some explaining to do!!!                              

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Hunkyhair's POV 

(A/N  I might also make a little Paragraf from Ro's vision, maybe while she's chasing him and thinking little tactics of how to torture him best :))) 

I was shocked. 

Baffled.

Mr Forkle was in London?

 Fear cascaded down my back, playing with me, daring me to do something reckless. So I ran. I ran, pushing my core energy toward my feet, (A/N I know only telepaths can perform a brain push but let's just make that Keefe can too?) as Foster had thought me. I didn't care that there were loads of humans around me, gaping at my skills.

 Or maybe at my awesome hair and cuteness. 

I didn't care, I just wanted to get away and back to Foster, back to the Lost Cities, back to my friends. I was even starting to miss Ro, my ogre bodyguard, with her even more awesome humor. And now that I knew Foster, beautiful Sophie Foster, likes me back, I longed even more for clean air, gnomes, Foxfire, to pester my selfish dad... 

Trees, parks, girls, humans in general, busses, schools, toddlers passed by me in a blur. And so did...

Ro. 

Excitement ran through my vains and my heart skipped a beat before steadily picking up speed. It couldn't be. My bodyguard couldn't be here. Had Mr Forkle sent her? I didn't know. I was surely hallucinating! I came to a stop, just to be sure. It was Ro. I recognised her the minute she walked over to me, orange pigtails flying, blue nail polish flashing, and I braced myself for pain and serious injuries as she sailed towards me, a deathly dagger in her hand, ready to slash me to bits. 

And I deserved it. 

But when she reached me, she yelled: " Hunkyhair! Blondie needs you! What were you thinking? The weird creepy guy with the bloated body told me you were here! Get your butt back to Sparkle town, now! Or I promise I'll use this little baby here!" she patted the dagger in her hand.

"I can't Ro. I'll put everyone in danger if I do! Remember Mommy dearest? She's going to kill me!" 

Ro grinned and shook her head. "You know you're worse than the Great Foster Oblivion? I defeated the Neverseen, dumby! I told Blondie that I was going to track Cadfael down, which I did, but after I killed him I found the Neverseen on their way to one of their stinky hideouts, so... I took a chance and thought: if I can take down Cadfael, why not all of these weaklings? We're all good! And now come with me! Let's get you back to Sparkle town!"

 I couldn't believe it. The relief was unbelievable, it surged through my vains, giving me a fresh blast of energy. I punched my fist in the air unleashing a roar that set loose all the worries and the hate and the hurtful words my mom and dad had said to me, shaking the earth, so that half the street turned to me to see what happened. It was over. We could finally live our normal teenager lives. I could date Foster. Biana could date Bangs Boy and all the others could date who they wanted! 

Ro slung me over her shoulder in a fluid motion and I barely had time to pull out my leaping crystal from my hoodie and create a path to the Lost Cities. When we appeared in Candleshade and stomped through the dusty tower to the leap master 1000, I shouted: "HAVENFIELD!" 

As soon as we glittered into focus on Havenfield's pastures, Ro put me down and we stormed into the house, startling Foster and her friends terribly when we barged into their sleepover and makeover session. 

Sophie stared at me for a short while, and her emotions hit me more powerfully than before, a wall of anger, sadness, happiness, overwhelmedness and a thousand other Foster feelings, until it all came together in one feeling: Love.

  She seemed unsure of what to say and then came at me, pulling me into a bone crushing hug, crying and laughing at the same time. Foster sank her hand into my hair and kissed me passionately. Fireworks exploded around me at the soft press of her lips on mine. Cheering erupted as all our friends noticed, and the embrace quickly turned into a group hug. They were happy. I was happy. So was Fitz. He seemed happy for us.

That was all that mattered.