A Fanfiction Angstier Than Tam

Not As Awkward As I Thought

This chapter is actually pretty long, and I'm actually kind of proud of it, although maybe that's just me :)) Enjoy this chapter!

Sophie woke up in her bed the next morning lightheaded. There was one glorious second where Sophie thought everything was fine. She forgot about Dex, Keefe, and everything else going on. And she felt so guilty the second she remembered and tears formed in her eyes again. She couldn't believe she forgot about Dex, about Linh, Tam, her family, everybody. She still hadn't moved, she was just staring at the ceiling as her vision blurred with tears. She sniffled, wiping her face.

"Ah, you're up." Someone said.

Sophie sat up, startled, pulling up the sheets to her chest. She looked at Keefe, who was sitting at the edge of her bed. She hardly recognized him. His usually bright and carefully styled hair was dull and almost... flat. His eyes were dull and red and there were dark bags under her eyes that rivalled Sophie's. He was wearing the same clothes she remembered him wearing the day before. Any trace of the once happy and playful boy she had loved was nearly gone.

"Keefe?!" She asked. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to watch over you." He said emotionless. "I know you don't like me, but I also know how hard you're hurting now, and not just because I'm an empath."

Sophie just nodded silently. "Can I ask you something, Keefe?"

For a split second, his eyes were brighter and filled with hope. "Yes?"

"Who changed me into my pyjamas?"

His face flushed and he looked away. "Edaline. Don't worry, I wasn't there."

"Okay." She said. "What's wrong?"

"I just... thought you were going to say something else."

"What?"

"I... I don't know. It doesn't matter."

Neither of the two knew what to say. Sophie's heart ached as her thoughts drifted to Dex. She laid back down, tired. She couldn't fall asleep, though. She just stared at the ceiling again, holding Ella tight.

She felt Keefe shift a little bit. "Do you want me to leave?"

Sophie thought about it. After she broke up with him, she had thought it would be awkward. But her anger for him and died down after yesterdays events, and his presence it surprisingly comforting.

"No." She whispered. "Don't leave."

She felt Keefe move again, but he didn't say anything. She got comfortable in the bed, lying there with her thoughts until eventually, she fell asleep.

. . .

When she woke up, she was surprised to see Keefe was still there. He had fallen asleep at the foot of the bed. She took his arms and dragged him up so he laid properly at the bed, fluffing and adjusting the pillow for him. She grabbed Mrs. Stinkbottom and placed her in his arms, then put the blanket on top of him and pulled it up to his neck.

She was walking away when she heard Keefe murmuring. "Sophie, your so soft and tiny," Sophie looked at him, her face flushed a dramatic red. He was talking in his sleep as he snuggled his stuffed animal aggressively.

She went and took out her iPod and earbuds. She began listening to her 'Sad Songs' playlist as she sat at her desk. She looked at the Fintan voodoo doll that Keefe had gotten her that one day. He had made it for her when he somehow learned what exactly a voodoo doll was. He bought a cheap knock-off in the Forbidden Cities and then made a little wig and Neverseen cloak. He even drew an angry face on it.

He had joked that they could destroy the Neverseen if they made a doll for every member and then blew them up. He also learned about dynamite that day. Sophie almost laughed as she thought of that memory. She eventually found herself holding the limp doll in her hands and poking it with a needle. She grew more aggressive with her pokes and they turned into stabs as she remembered watching Fintan shoot Everblaze directly at Dex. They had been prepared, they made Frissyn and were able to save Dex. Or at least they thought they were. He was put on life support because of the intense burns and because he had lost some of himself when they had to leap him home. Sophie was the last one fighting before she had to give up like a coward and leap to safety.

Her eyes filled with tears again at the memory and she couldn't even see what she was doing, when she wiped her eyes, she saw that she had torn a hole into the doll and she accidentally stabbed herself deeply multiple times. There was a pool of blood in her palm, she had obviously been stabbing longer and more violently than she originally thought. Good. She tilted her head back and tried to breathe, ripping the doll with her thumbs. She set the doll down and wiped her eyes with her good hand.

She sobbed into her arms, no longer caring about her wound and getting blood all over her arms and face.

"Foster?" She heard. "Oh my god, Foster, what the hell's going on? Are you okay?"

She cried louder as she looked up at Keefe.

His eyes were glossy from seeing her in that state, and he seemed hesitant to do anything, not sure if she even wanted his help. But when he felt her pain and sadness intensify, he ran over and held her in his arms. He pulled away and pushed her hair behind her ear.

"What happened, why are you bleeding?" He asked.

"Voodoo doll," She whispered.

"Voodoo- Oh," He said as he looked at the Voodoo doll, ripped and with its stuffing spilling out of it.

He looked back at Sophie, rubbing her cheek that had been stained with blood, shaped like a palm. He took her hand and saw the pool of blood. He winced at the gore and got up to get the first-aid kit, a bowl of water, and two hand towels. He kneeled in front of her, trying not to think about how close they were. He applied pressure on the wound with the towel, watching the towel turn red from the blood. He removed the towel and applied disinfectant, then wrapped a bandage around her hand. He took the other towel, soaked it in water and wiped away all the blood.

"When I said I'll take care of you, I didn't realize first aid was apart of it." He said, standing up.

No laugh.

"Okay, not in the mood, I get it." He sighed.

Sophie turned away, staring at the ripped doll again.

"So," Keefe said. "When are we going to talk about those nice cuts on your arms?" 

Cliffhanger

Sort of.

Okay, not really, but still. Anyways, this story will be mostly angst, but I might add some action in the future. I'm not sure when, how or if I'll ever end this series because it's open-ended, just thought you should know that. But I do have a few plot points in mind.