Sophie waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like the longest time. Finally, Keefe picked up. Keefe greeted her with, "Hey Foster! Couldn't wait to see my face, huh?" Plastered on his face, like always, was his signature smirk.
He was here, he wasn't gone. He was right there. He's not gone.
Then Sophie started to cry. Real, sad and happy tears. Keefe's smirk disappeared shortly after her first tear came down her cheek.
"Hey, Foster, you okay there? If there's something wrong-" Keefe started.
"Um...How fast can you get here?" she asked.
"Uhh... 40 minutes. Why?"
"Just come over, please?"
"Sure... see you in a bit." he replied hesitantly. Soon her imparter went blank. She ran to her bathroom, threw some clothes on and ran down to eat breakfast with her parents.
Soon after breakfast, she ran back into her room to properly get ready for Keefe's arrival. She took a nice shower and decided to wear the following outfit.
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For a long time, she knew that she needed to talk to someone about her nightmares, but she didn't feel comfortable telling her friends. Except Keefe. Keefe understood her better than anyone else, probably because their lives were somewhat harder than their other friends. But regardless, Sophie was just glad to have someone to talk to.
