Book Two: KOTLC One-shots and More

Clumsy Girl (Keefe POV)

A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update again. I have several chapter ideas--most of them requests--waiting to be written, but nothing has been capturing my attention lately. I'm pretty busy with day to day life, and I've been prioritizing another project in my limited free time. Then I try to write something here and can't settle to a story. So I decided it was time for some fluff.

For some reason, I've just wanted to create another human AU so we can let our favorite lovebirds meet for the first time...again. It ended up being so fun that I'm going to make it two chapters.

"I'm telling you, if you don't put that camera away, I'm going to take it from you and smash it," Fitz warned Keefe. "You have got to stop taking pictures of everything in sight."

"You know I have to bring in different pictures for my photography class," Keefe argued, holding up the camera again and snapping a photo of Fitz right as he had taken a large bite of his burger. Keefe smirked at the obvious frustration emanating from his best friend. "Don't worry, I'm getting pretty good at editing the photos. I'll make you look awesome."

"Um, I already do look awesome," Fitz insisted.

"Yeah, those girls over there seem to think so too," Keefe told him, subtly indicating the girls at the table next to theirs. The girls had been shooting them lots of covert glances. Keefe couldn't blame them—life hadn't always been kind to him, but it had at least given him exceptional good looks. And Fitz was almost as good-looking as he was.

Fitz just shrugged and finished off his burger.

"You know," Keefe told him as they left a tip on the table and exited the diner, "one of these days, a girl is going to catch your eye and you won't be able to just shrug it off."

Their feet automatically carried them back toward campus. They'd sworn they were going to head to the library and study for a test they both had coming up in their European history class. They had different majors, but took as many of the same general education classes as they could so they'd always have a study buddy.

"Hopefully after I graduate," Fitz told him. "I'd rather not have a distraction while I'm trying to get my degree. Besides, just because you flirt with every girl you see doesn't mean I have to."

"I don't flirt with every girl."

"True. You don't flirt with Biana."

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Yeah, she flirts enough for both of us. Besides, I have to make sure I stay charming and not let those skills--wow, clumsy much?"

He'd been distracted by a girl a few feet away from them. She appeared to have just left the university library, and had just tripped--over her own feet, seemingly. She was wearing a backpack, which looked full, but also had several books in her arms. She managed to keep from falling over, but her books flew out of her arms as she flailed in the attempt to stay upright. Keefe and Fitz both rushed forward to help her pick up her books.

"Thank you," she mumbled as she straightened up to accept the books they'd both grabbed for her. "Honestly I'm a walking hazard, I should come with a warning."

Keefe found himself momentarily speechless, which was...definitely an unprecedented occurrence. It was just that the girl was so...

Pretty seemed too simple a word, but gorgeous and beautiful and perfect seemed too dramatic even in his own mind. He didn't even know this girl.

But boy, did he want to.

She had long blonde hair that was being lifted from her face in the gentle breeze. She didn't appear to be wearing any makeup, but that only made the richness of her brown eyes more prominent. Keefe couldn't help but think that other girls wouldn't wear makeup, either, if they looked half as good as she did. Her simple jeans and t-shirt did nothing to scream "look at me!", and yet, Keefe couldn't stop staring.