Through Another's Eyes_Keeper of the Lost Cities

The Letter

        Once he reached the atrium, he was greeted by a chorus of giggles. A mob of girls enveloped him, each one wanting to wish him a good morning. Keefe loved the attention but today he wasn't really focused on it. He put on his prize-winning grin and scanned the crowd once again, this time for a tall brown haired boy. 

       "Keefe!"
        A voice yelled above the chatter in the crowded atrium. Keefe looked over to see his best friend, Fitz Vacker waving to him from the corner.
        "HI FITZ!" Keefe screamed back, probably louder than was necessary.
         The atrium fell silent and the people who had not been staring at Keefe when he came in were staring now. Keefe smiled and waved to everyone, "Hi guys, don't let me hold you up!" The crowd parted to let Keefe through and the noise level slowly returned to normal. Keefe sauntered up to the now laughing Fitz. 

        "Well," Fitz said, "that's one way to do it!" 

        "The only way, brother!"
         The boys fist bumped and then Keefe licked open his locker, dropping his cape inside. He picked up an envelope that had fallen to the floor. "What's that?" Fitz asked. "Another love letter?" He chuckled again as Keefe slit open the envelope. Keefe cleared his throat and in a voice an octave higher than his own and filled with sarcastic passion, he read to Fitz:

         "Dear Keefe, if it were possible to pour one's heart out onto paper, this small sheet would beat with all the longing I feel for you."
          Fitz chocked on his bottle of youth.
         "Every time you walk by me, you take a piece of me with you. I soar on the wings of our love."
          Fitz spewed his water all over the ground and started to laugh.
         "May we soon converse again as intimately has we did before."
         Fitz was bracing himself against his locker, his shoulders shaking with laughter.
         "With all the love in the Lost Cities, Georgiana. 

         Fitz was banging his head on the locker, laughing so hard no sound came out. Gasping, he managed to ask, "'Converse as intimately as before' ? Keefe, what have you been keeping from me?"            He convulsed with another round of laughter and Keefe joined in. A girl across the room swooned. 

        "I returned her 'good morning' yesterday." Keefe shrugged with a smile. "I guess that's what she's talking about."
        Fitz pounded on the locker door. "S-stop! I can't take this!" Keefe opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the bell. Still laughing, the boys grabbed their textbooks and again joined the hustle of people hurrying off the class.