AYO PLS SKIP THIS CHAPTER ITS SO BAD IM SRRY
Ok this chapter was weirdly hard for me to write.
Idk it just feels like it was going to fast, so ill probably edit this chapter later on. And yes, there will be a part two with actual mistletoe later so.... yeahhhhhhh
Sophie was just putting the finishing touches on her grandiose tree when she heard a knock on the door.
Keefe.
She opened the door a crack, her eyes meeting his through the constructed view.
"Password?"
"Aw, come on Foster, being the president of your fan club should give me unlimited access, don't you think?" Keefe whined, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Nope," She replied coolly, opening the door all the way. "It was 'Keefe Sencen has terrible hair.'" Keefe gasped, pretending to be wounded as he leaned against Sophie and swooned.
"You hurt me, Foster."
Sophie giggled and shoved him off her shoulder. "Merry Christmas, you dork."
"Takes one to know one," Keefe said, winking.
Sophie blushed and hid behind her hair.
"Aw, you guys are SO CUTE! Why don't you just get married already?" Biana called from the kitchen.
Now it was Keefe's turn to blush.
Sophie growled, grabbing a throw pillow off the couch and hurling it at Biana.
"Ow!"
"Now, where were we?" Sophie inquired, a slight blush creeping up to her cheeks. Keefe smirked.
"Well, you were just about to tell me how awesome I am when you open my present," Keefe revealed, pulling a sloppily wrapped present out of his bag.
Sophie wanted to melt into a puddle of alicorn poop right there and then, but managed to pull herself together.
"I-er- got one for you too!"
Sophie scrambled to pick up Keefe's present from underneath the tree, praying that Keefe couldn't see her blush.
What crappy luck.
"You're cute when you blush, Foster," Keefe noted as Sophie turned tomato red.
"I will send Grady after you."
Keefe gasped. "Grady loves me."
"Uh, no I don't," Grady grumbled from the kitchen. "That Boy."
Keefe scoffed and then grinned mischievously, draping and arm around Sophie's shoulders. "As long as Foster loves me," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her cheek.
