3rd January 2025 : Havenfield : 3:00 a.m.
Keefe woke up in a sweat. Had he heard what he thought he heard? Was it really her, or was it someone trying to prank him? Biana wanted him to propose and end the great Foster Oblivion, but he wasn't so sure. She's already paired everyone up. If she wasn't going to get up with Dex, then he wasn't going to build up to the moment with Sophie... yet.
Wait a minute... There it was again!
Please... Please! That was slightly louder. And it was definitely Sophie. It was time to go on a mission. He sneaked out of bed and walked out to the hall, obviously stumbling on Fitz's leg. Obviously.
"Where are you going?" He groaned, still sleepy.
"I'm going to... uh... pee..." He knew he sounded unsure. And Fitz knew it too. So, of course, he had to follow.
But Keefe had to help Sophie. Now. He had no choice. He dragged Fitz with him.
As they appeared in the glittering city of Lumenaria, Keefe spotted a whisp of blonde hair. Sophie... with Alvar... Nonetheless, he was helping. Both of them.
"Foster!" he called, running over to where she lay.
"She blacked out about ten minutes ago. She's breathing, she'll be fine but I think Elwin better check her out though."
Keefe sighed, this was definitely not getting better. Sophie groaned and then whimpered his name. This was new. 😒😂
"Keefe... come back. Don't go! Help me... Ugh... Why do you have to be so clueless..." Keefe's eyes grew wide at that. Clueless about what? And are you serious?! Apparently he was blushing too because he heard a grumble from Fitz and an 'Aww' from Alvar. Awkward...
"Keefe, can we... talk...?" Fitz asked. Now that they had found Sophie, it was ok to have the talk. How was it ok to have the talk. It was never a good time to have the talk. Why was he even thinking of the talk? Why was it even called- Fitz shook his shoulder.
Keefe stood up. If he was going to do this with Fitzy, it was not going to be around Alvar of all people. He walked a few meters away from Sophie and Alvar, wondering if she was really ok...
"Hey, so I know we're best friends and its all been coming apart lately because of 'you know what' and I just wanted you to know," Fitz's expression turned from all nervous and kind to war-struck and angry.
"Sophie is mine. So, BACK OFF!" He almost screech-shouted that and he rushed back to where Sophie lay. This had just turned into a competition...
And Sophie was the prize!
A/N: This just took a dark turn....
E/N: Uh.. this totally sounds like Fitzy... He's probably going to bombard her with presents or something.
Word count: 466 words
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FanfictionSophie feels different. But, no, how can she. It was probably something that was happening with her - like puberty. But no. Her body was following a prophecy. She's joined the Neverseen's ranks and become the princess of the Lost Cities. Keefe Sence...
