It's Hard to say I Love you. *A KOTLC Fanfiction*

Hello again.

Hey! I'm back! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too! Here is chapter 2!

I heard the door to my dorm room burst open and slam shut as Biana, my roommate and best friend, strode into the room

"Detention! For a Week? But you need to help me study!" I put down the book I was reading and looked up at her.

"You heard about that, huh?" Biana rolled her eyes.

"The whole school has heard about that! You never get dentition! What happened?" She asked, flopping dramatically onto her bed. I sighed.

"It's complicated." Biana raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean 'It's complicated'?" I opened my mouth to explain,but a knock at the door cut me off.

"That's probably Dex, here too complain about the same thing. You better be ready to spill!" She shouted, walking over to answer the door as I flopped down onto my bed and buried my face in the familiar white bedding.. This was so not going like I wanted it to.

"Hey De- uhh... You're not Dex." I heard from the other side of the room.

"Great observation skills." A familiar voice replied. I perked up. Was that Keefe?

"Uh... not too be rude, but who are you and what are you doing here?"

"Well, My name is Keefe Sencen, and I've come to see if Sophie foster was here?" I cocked my head. He had actually remembered my dorm room? I really hadn't expected him too.

I looked up from where my head was buried in my bedding too see Biana look from me, too Keefe, then too me again with an arched eyebrow as if to say "Keefe Sencen? Really?" I shrugged. Biana sighed and turned back to the door.

"She's all yours." She said, gesturing for Keefe to come in. Keefe looked around the room, his eyes settling on me, where I was still flopped into my bed. "Well Uhh... I'll just... be going." Biana said awkwardly, slipping out of the room I flopped my head back down into my sheets.

"Hey" Keefe said casually, as if it was an everyday thing for him to be talking to a person with their face buried in their bed.

"Hey" I responded, although my voice was muffled, so I wasn't sure if he could make out what i was saying.

"Is this how you greet all the people who come to see you? Or am I just special?" His voice was a little closer now, and I peeked up to see that he had knelt down so our faces were at the same level.

I was on the verge of saying 'No one comes to see me' But I decided that that wouldn't be the best tactic for making friends. So instead, I replied with "Just you." I could almost feel his smirk.

I felt him slide his hand under my chin, and raise my head up so I was looking at him. "Ya know, it's normal for people to look at each other when they have a conversation. Maybe you should try it sometime." I shrugged.

"I thought you didn't like normal." I replied. Keefe smiled a lopsided smile.

"Touché" He said with a chuckle. "But, really, I can't hear you when your voice is muffled by your bed." He said, plopping down next to me. "And I really like the sound of your voice." He added jokingly. I rolled my eyes, but smiled anyway.

"Whatever loser." Keefe pouted at me.

"Hey! I'm cool!" He said. I smiled, finally sitting up next to him.

"Sure you are." I said sarcastically. Keefe gasped, a mock-hurt look on his face.

"Are you trying to imply that I'm not cool!" I giggled and nodded. He gasped again. "Take that back!" He demanded. I bit my lip and shook my head, refusing to take back what I had said. He huffed. "Fine. I didn't want to do this, but you have left me no choice." Suddenly, Keefe Pulled me down so my back was lying on his lap. I was about to ask his what he was doing, when he started tickling me mercilessly.