A/N Heyyyy guuuuyyyys. There literally can be no such thing as too many Sokeefe fanfictions, so here we are. The chapters are usually going to be longer than this.
This chapter was kinda written like that time in harry potter where harry sees ginny after they won the quidditch thingie.(idk, thats what it reminded me of)
Also, all characters belong to our wonderful queen Shannon Messenger(tho shes really testing us with those cliffhangers)
edit: The writing is bad because I am still learning how to write properly. If you don't have tolerate for a little crappy writing, i suggest that you move straight to chapter five, but the the first chapter isn't really that bad so you can start off with this one. I might completely rewrite these chapters, or I may just delete them. Stay tuned.
When did Keefe know he loved Sophie?
He couldn't quite tell.
Maybe it was when he saw her adorable blush when he teased her mercilessly.
Maybe it was when sheer happiness radiated off her infectious smile when she laughed as his stupid jokes.
Maybe it was when they had window sleepovers at Alluveterre, when he could help but stare a her beauty, the unruly bed hair, the peaceful expression, and the tiny snores emitting from her sleeping figure.
Or maybe it when she made him feel like he was enough. Like he was worth something.
Keefe felt his heart flutter every time those chocolate-honey eyes met his ice blue ones. Fireworks exploded every time her hand reached for his.
Some days he even wondered if he deserved someone like her. Someone as sweet, beautiful, and smart as Sophie.
But it still hurt to feel Sophie's own heart flutter when she was with Fitz.
His best friend.
Keefe still didn't understand what made him do what he did that day, the end of the Foxfire term.
Maybe it was the way that Sophie was running towards him, hands outstretched to pull him into a hug. Maybe it was the intensive beauty of Sophie's breathtaking eyes, her silky hair, her infectious smile that clouded Keefe's judgement.
Or maybe it was just a push of fate.
Because when she wrapped Keefe into a hug, so close that Keefe could smell the fragrance that he would only describe as Sophie, something tossed him over the edge.
And when Sophie pulled out of his embrace, clutching the drawing that Keefe had slipped into her locker, Keefe pressed his lips to hers.
