Keeper Of The Lost Cities One Shots

It's Not Important (Sophie x Keefe)

Okay so I don't like the way this is written but I really wanted to post something after so long. I'll post soon, I'm starting to get in the groove of things. You know the usual, post comments if you enjoyed it or have a suggestion. Feel free to DM too. Enjoy this badly written story:
He hadn't talked to her all week.
She was dying inside. She battled herself in her head, debating what he was thinking. Disgusted, revolted, humiliated, insulted. She couldn't decide which one was worse. Rubbing the knot of emotions from her rib, she took a deep breath. She could do this. It wasn't difficult. She'd battled the Neverseen, now that was hard. Then why was she so freaked out?
"I don't care," Sophie said into the dark. "I shouldn't care. It's not anything I can help."
That's the logical way of thinking. She was good at that. It didn't require stupid feelings or opinions. Facts, facts, facts. That's what she was about.
She scrubbed her eyes again. "I'm fine. I'm okay."
Her friends had been calling her all week too. Biana especially. But Sophie still didn't have the heart to pick it up. She'd thought about calling him. She had even picked up the Imparter and typed his name. Then she stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And then set it back down on her bedside table.
Her stomach was in a jumbled knot and her eyes hurt from crying. She felt like throwing up, but it didn't seem to come up. So she sat and hugged her knees, watching her blank Spyball.
The rain outside seemed to pound on the windows, demanding to be let it. And her room was a gloomy gray, matching her sickening feeling.
"He should've called."
Sophie jumped at the new voice.
"He's being insensitive," Vertina continued. "You've done everything for him, you don't deserve to be treated like this."
Sophie disagreed, but couldn't bring herself to say it. Instead, she curled closer and stared at her bookshelf.
"I scared him, didn't I?" Sophie muttered, mainly to herself.
"Even if you did, he shouldn't be avoiding you," Vertina said with a frown.
"He has every right to be avoiding me, Vertina. I got caught up in the moment and scared him away, and now I've made things awkward."
Vertina smacked her lips and put a hand on her hip. "Well still. He's being irrational. You did nothing wrong, Sophie. All you did was admit your feelings."
"But it's exactly that! He doesn't want my feelings, and I've made things awkward now!"
"You don't know that honey, he could still feel the same way!"
Sophie's eyes burned with tears and her heart hurt when she angrily said, "Well he would've said something by now if he liked me back! But instead, he's just avoiding me for the time being. All I'll do is make things worse if I confront him about it."
Vertina watched her sadly. She shook her head a couple time before she clicked out of image and disappeared.
Sophie felt tears spill from her eyes once again.
Keefe once told her she doesn't cry enough, that she always seems so strong all the time, that she needs to let her emotions out.
If he could see her now, he would laugh at how pathetic she looked.
Just thinking about his name made her heart hurt.
It took her a couple seconds to realize her Imparter was vibrating. She scrubbed her sleeve against her eyes and squinted at the name on the screen.
Keefe.
No. She couldn't do it. She couldn't face this. She and more dignity than that. She wasn't going to cry in front of him.
She answered it anyway.
His face popped into view, bobbling with the camera. He seemed to be moving from a room to another.
"Hey-yo, Foster!" he said in a cheery voice. He hadn't looked at her yet, instead focusing on something in front I'd him.
"Hi, Keefe."
"I just wanted to hear... I mean... Hey, I'm really sorry about the other day--"
"Don't be."
"... I didn't finish what I was saying--"
"You don't need to."
He stopped what he was doing and looked at her. Over camera, he was grainy and slightly blurry, but he seemed to look right at her like she was in front of him.
"What's wrong?" He asked, finally seeing her puffy eyes.
"It's not important."
"Apparently it is, you're crying."
"I am not."
He let out a scoff. "Oh please."
She stayed silent.
"Look, I'm sorry--"
"Don't be."
"Let me finish," he growled. "I'm sorry about the other day."
She didn't say anything. She didn't even look at him.
"I just... Don't think of you like that."
She nodded, pretending she was okay. It was simple enough to understand. It was very simple. Fact, almost. She was good at fact. It was fact, no one can go wrong with that. And yet, why did it hurt so bad?
Why did her heart ache and lungs felt like they were going to pop?
He blabbed onto something else, but she wasn't listening, and after a while, she pressed END CALL without a goodbye.
It wasn't the end of the world.
Of course it wasn't. She knew that.
It didn't stop the pain though.
Her first love. Her first crush. And maybe, just maybe, she thought he'd like she back. He had certainly acted like it. She thought she would be okay when she admitted what she felt for him. Maybe she'd be okay and it would all work out.
He didn't feel it.
Of course he didn't.
Who would like a freak?
He wouldn't want to ruin his reputation.

A one sided love story.
Like in the books, huh? Where the girl is in love with the oblivious guy, or vise versa. Except it's a little more complicated than that.
Sophie watched the dark thundering clouds, accepting in her heart that she'll never have that same friendship again.