Sophie's POV
Sophie sat on the couch. She was surrounded by her family and friends. Everyone was having a good time. Even Mr. Forkle had stopped by to wish them happy holiday's. As Sophie watched her friends and family laugh, smile, and joke around, she felt a twinge of sadness, and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She let out a sigh, and was about to get up, but she felt the weight on the couch shift. She looked over and there was Keefe. Sitting there next to her. The Hair slightly tousled, a slight smile replaced his usual smirk, but his eyes. His eyes let her know that he was worried, but for what?
"You okay Foster?" Keefe asked, a crease forming between his eyebrows.
Sophie tore her gaze from his, and fiddled slightly with the fingertips of her gloves.
"Yeah, y-yeah I'm fine. W-why wouldn't I be?" She let out a nervous laugh.
"Well if you ask me, you seem a bit jittery." He cocked his head, "am I making you nervous Foster?!" He laughed.
"N-no, No. It's not you silly." She whacked him lightly on the shoulder, "I'm f-fine. Really!"
"Are you sure? Because I felt your mood shift from across the room. C'mon Foster you can tell me. Don't worry, I'm a big boy!" He flexed his muscles.
Sophie felt a smile tug at her lips, but refused to let it escape. Keefe must've sensed this.
"Listen Sophie I-"
"So what's cooking good-looking" Ro sauntered over, her nails were red and green, Christmas colors. "As in 'good-looking' I meant Miss Moonlark, because everyone sure as heck knows that Mr. 'I'm so handsome' puts too much effort into The Hair"
"Hey! we actually got here early today, and for your information The Hair is all natural." Keefe stated defiantly.
"Weeell-" Ro started in.
"What about Fitz?" Sophie blurted, then immediately covered her mouth in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to say that.
Ro raised her eyebrows. "Oooooh! What's that I hear? Loverboy, I think your girl is still hung up over prettyboy over there." She gave Keefe a pointed look, then gestured to Fitz. "Or wait! Is it the other way around? Because my ogre senses tell me that Mr Golden child still wants something....or someone."
Sophie felt her cheeks flood with heat, and thought, Could Fitz still want me? Even after what happened? After what I d-did?
Keefe, ever the annoying empath must've felt Sophie's mood shift again, because he quickly excused himself, and started to walk away.
Keefe's Pov:
Sophie sat on her couch, looking adorable as ever. Keefe was standing at a table, not really doing anything. Next to him Ro was examining her newly painted claws.
"You know... I think she likes you." She said coyly.
"W-what! No that's absurd. Sophie's liked Fitz since forever, and besides. Who would pick the broken, disappointment child who ran away to join the enemy, over Fitzroy Avery Vacker. Who has everything. A perfect family, a reputation to uphold. Plus he has teal eyes."
"Oh snap out of it! Of course she likes you, well actually she does like Fitz, or used to. But-"
"See? You said it yourself, Sophie likes Wonderboy."
"No you idiot! You didn't let me finish." Ro muttered under her breath, something that sounded a lot like Grady when he said 'that boy.'
"No," Ro continued, "what I was going to say is that she does, or used to like Fitz, but. But she actually loves you. You see, her head is telling her, oh like this boy over here, because he has weird teal eyes, and half decent hair. Oh and he "discovered" you. But in reality the person she wants, no, needs, is you Mr."
Keefe opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say, but then he felt a change in his mood. Wait was it his mood, or was it Foster's, I wonder what's going on? He glanced over at her. she was still on the couch, but she seemed zoned out. She sighed, and started to stand up. No he needed to talk to her.
"Well, are you going to talk to her or not?" Ro pushed him forwards.
Sophie's POV:
When Keefe stood up to walk away, her heart sank. When she looked in the other direction, she could see Fitz coming in her direction, and surprisingly. No, impossibly her heart sank even more.
What's going on? I think there's something wrong with my head. Usually I would be thrilled that Fitz is giving me his attention.
"Psst. Sophie? Lets play a game of 'Would You Rather'" Ro whispered.
"A game of wha-"
"I'll start. Would you rather... get confronted by Wonderboy, who may or may not still be annoyed at you. Or... Chase after Lord Hunkyhair, who you clearly owe an apology to?"
"Ummmm..." Sophie didn't have enough time to lay it all out, so she said the first name that came to mind.
"Ummmm, Lord Hunky- I mean Keefe!" Sophie blurted.
Besides, She rationalized in her head, I did sort of blow off Keefe just now, and he was only trying to help. Plus, I'd rather do the chasing, then be chased.
"Thanks Ro!" Sophie shot off the couch, and headed in Keefe's direction. It was a good thing she didn't look back, or else she would have seen Fitz's angry hurt expression.
A/N: Yaayyy! Another chapter out! Hope u like so far!😁
