☽Meant To Be☾ {Team Foster-Keefe fanfic}

Ch. 42 Human air

Guys check out a book called Keefe's Cheesy pickup lines on wattpad because the author is holding a contest! It's a writing one and Maybe in this chapter I'll show you guys my entry, because I'm betting there's a ton of amazing writers out here  who can easily top what I wrote so my piece won't be published..... BUT I tried my hardest and want you guys to read it!

Keefe's POV

"Suit yourself" Bronte said and disappeared.

"Who were you talking to?" Mr. Forkle asked making me jump. Jeez what's up with people sneaking up on me!

"No one important"

"Whatever. Lets go"

I held on to Mr. Forkle's hand and held my breath once the tingling started, soon it was over and I saw everyone waiting for me, Sophie ran at me saying something when I inhaled a deep full large breath

snifffffffffffff

COUGH COUGH HACK

I doubled over coughing when Sophie reached me.

"I tried to warn you" She said with a smirked

The pollution made the air less crisp, and sharp and more bland and gross.

I continued to cough and wheeze my hands braced against my thighs head facing the ground as Foster rubbed my back.

"Thanks" I managed to choke out.

----------------------------

Soon we were driving on the highway every bump and turn making Biana squeal.

Sophie had fallen asleep on Fitz's shoulder and he was loving it. Me not so much, but I played it cool by 'Falling asleep' on her shoulder.

After awhile she slowly stirred and with my half open eyes saw her go tomato red when she found out who was her pillow.

She sat up before realizing I was there and that sudden jerk made my head snap and bonk the window.

"OWW!" I moaned rubbing the spot where it hit.

"OH MY GOSH I"M SO SORRY! KEEFE ARE YOU OK" She began to gush out apologies and comforts making Fitz fume.

"Nah I'm fine"  I tapped my head wincing in pain "My skull is hard as a rock"

"OH MY GOSH IT'S RED!" She suddenly cried out cupping my face in her hands and turning it to get a better look. She began to lightly stroke my cheek where it hit and I felt way better. I sighed and for real this time fell asleep.

ENERTY BELLOW! fyi it's a cheesy contest so I hope this is cheesy!

Sophie's POV

"NO! if we get married the colors are blue and green!" I shouted exasperated!

"But Sophie.... That reminds me of Fitz's eyes......and of a time you used to like him" Keefe whined

"What about pink and yellow?"

"NO! Why don't we use what I said!!!!"

Keefe was slowly, correction quickly getting on my nerves. You see we were sitting under Calla's tree talking about are future when we began arguing over wedding theme colors and were not even engaged!

"Well what colors did you say, I didn't hear you"

Keefe looked at the sky and sighed "I said brown, pink, and blue. So the brown is your eyes the blue is my eyes and then the pink makes it look like these blossoms" Keefe explained holding up a flower petal that had fallen from the tree.

"But my eye color is so ugly, strange, and everyone thinks I'm a freak!"

"Why does that matter?" Keefe whispered scooting closer "I love you to the moon and back, so please, Foster just shut up and kiss me slowly for a long time because I'm tired of arguing with you."

And kiss him long and slowly I did.

I broke away when I heard Keefe's stomach grumble.

"Want some fruit?" I asked taking out some Metz berries.

"Naw," Keefe replied "All I want is something that is sugary sweet, maybe some sort of romantic treat... But the only thing that comes to mind is for our lips to meet"

I roll my eyes but don't object as Keefe puckers up... looking some what like a fish, before giving me a slobbery kiss.

I tried to duck but it hit my cheek. "EW KEEFE" I yell scrambling up into the branches of Calla's tree in hopes of escaping him.

I sat perched on a branch finaly thinking I had lost him when two firm arms wrap we in a hug.

I can feel every single on of Keefe's breath and sink deeper into his chest.

Keefe lets go of me and scooches around so were eye to eye.

"If love was easy I wouldn't be sitting here trying to think of a way to ask you to marry me. But I'm just gonna cut the chase because I can't stand you not being engaged with me any longer so I'll just say what ever comes to mind. I didn't want to get married... But it was just like being at a flea market – you see one thing you never expected to find there and it's so special you've gotta have it, even if it's going to take all your money & you don't know how you'll ever get it home. I knew it wouldn't be perfect... But we manage to work it out. So Foster, will you marry me?"

I starred at Keefe in disbelief, I remembered a Keefe who always joked around to cover how scared and hurt he was, how he wove a cocoon to mask his true feelings. I could see straight through it and slowly he unraveled and feel apart but he let be help him put pieces back together even though he claimed he couldn't be fixed..... But here we are.

"Yes, and a million more yesses"

credit to Joyce Brabner for the Flea market quote from one of her books( sees not a wattpad author she's a book writer)