Every Sokeefe Moment Ever (8.5-9+) 💞

Unlocked, Keefe Art Commentary

KEEFE ART COMMENTARY

So... Foster thinks I might learn more from my memories if I try writing stuff about them after I finish the drawings. Not totally sure why. She gave me a big speech about the power of words and different ways of processing information. But I was only half listening because she gets this cute little crinkle between her eyebrows when she's trying to be serious, and it makes me want to reach up and smooth her forehead with my fingertip—and I'm betting she'd think I was super weird if I did that, since it's not like she's my...

You know what?

I don't know why I'm talking about this! Or writing about it—or thinking about it—or whatever I'm doing right now.

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MEMORY #1

Though... I guess my mood did change when I felt Foster's emotions shift, and that's the moment I drew here.

My dad had been droning on, being his usual jerky self. And I was picking up a pretty hilarious amount of annoyance from Miss F. But then she looked at me, and I could tell she felt...

Sad.

Not for her—for me.

My dad might've been trying to learn something about Foster that day.

But she learned something about him, too—and it's the thing in my life that I'd rather not have people know. Once they do, they either feel awkward, or weird, or they start pitying me for having such a horrible family.

Thankfully, Foster didn't do that.

She just felt sad—and a little bit indignant. And if I hadn't already known I liked her, I would've—

You know what?

I think that's enough rambling about this memory.

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MEMORY #2

Can't say I blame him for that. It wasn't like I could help much. All I did was make a bunch of jokes to distract her—and it was super fun feeling her get all annoyed and embarrassed. I mean, look at that adorable blush! I could see it even with the moonlight washing out most of the color.

In fact... if I'm keeping it real... I'm pretty sure that blush is the reason I drew this memory.

I mean, I could've picked any moment from that flight, but I drew this one. Because that wasn't an "I'm so embarrassed right now" blush. Or a

"Keefe is driving me crazy" blush. It started out that way.

But then it got warmer.

Almost like...

Ugh, I'm just going to say it, since it's not like anyone's ever going to read this (and Ro and Lord Bossypants already hassle me about it anyway

—AND IT'S NOT LIKE I CARE).

That was the first time it felt like... maybe I had a tiny shot at making this brave, beautiful, blushing girl like me.

Hasn't worked out that way yet. And I have no idea if it ever will.

But there's a teeny, tiny chance. And that's enough.

For now.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, that got weird and sappy so... yeah. I can't tell if it's proof that this memory-writing thing is working and making me see things more clearly, or if it's just making me find new ways to humiliate myself.

I guess we'll see.

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MEMORY #3

Too bad this memory isn't triggering anything useful, no matter how long I stare at it.