Sokeefe - upside down

Screw clichés

*back in Sophie's pov*

"I-I think" I stammered. I wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. I think I like you? I think I love you? I think I really really want you to be my boyfriend? I think that if this- whatever this is-happens, I'll lose Fitz forever as a friend? I think this might be some kind of sick joke, even though I really really don't want it to be? I'd only just come to the terms with the fact that I had a crush (and childish as that word sounds) on Keefe, and now this happens? I feel like I'm in a dream, so why does my heart and mind feel like I'm in a nightmare? "I- I need more time. I'm sorry" smooth, Sophie. Real fucking smooth. His face fell as he took my words in, and I wanted to erase the last few minutes out of existence
"I understand" he said simply
"That doesn't mean I don't want to be your friend. And this certainly isn't a no" I told him, trying to make him a little less depressed.
"Okay. I should probably... leave" he gestured lamely towards his car "bye..."
"You're my ride, dude" I reminded him
"I... really didn't think this confession thing through, did I?" He fidgeted with his sleeve again, scratching the back of his head
"Better then I could've done" I smiled. He gave a weak smile back, it didn't even come close to reaching his eyes. We walked and rode back to the dorms in the thickest silence I've ever felt, almost like it was suffocating me. Like it was a living thing, wrapping its hands around my neck and telling me to speak, speak or else you'll never talk to him again. I tried my best to reassure myself, and it almost worked. After a while, I stumbled into my dorm, and at the loud slam of the door Biana paused her show and looked up
"Sophie, what's wrong?" She asked at the look on my face
"Stupid teenage-but-almost-adult emotions!" I screamed
"Those are the worst" she got up and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I pressed the heals of my palms into my eyes, trying to squeeze the tears that I felt coming on out "what happened?"
"Biana, he told me he liked me! Like, like likes me! Like in more then a friend way? How many times can I say like in a damn sentence?!" I asked
"Like, a lot" she responded. We both laughed, and I was happy for the break from the thoughts tearing my mind apart. She led me over to the couch gently, placing me down and holding my hands "Kay girl, spill"

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I woke up the next morning with a pounding in my head and a acing in my heart. I blinked groggily as I tried to remember what happened the night before. Biana told me I needed a plan. We came up with a plan. We agreed I would do that plan. Today. Right. That's the first thing on my agenda. I got ready quickly, putting on black leggings, a lavender shirt and a jean jacket before French braiding my hair. I took a deep breath. Everything was all right.

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I knocked a couple times and twisted my braid around my finger. I focused on that as I remembered what I was going to say. Twirl. Twirl. Twirl. I looked at my watch, 11:03. He should be awake, so I knocked again. I heard a soft voice
"Coming!" He called, sounding tired. He swung the door open slowly, rubbing his eyes "what do you-" his eyes widened in shock, taking me in
"Okay, so I know that guys usually give girls flowers, but screw cliches. I hope you like lilies?" I held out the huge bouquet of flowers "oh, I uh, also got you some chocolate" I mumbled shyly. A grin spread across his face as he opened the door wider
"You're one of a kind, foster" Keefe gestured for me to come in, stepping aside. He dug around in his cupboards for a vase, me awkwardly standing there silent. Once he finally found it, I set the flowers up, putting them on his kitchen counter and asking him to sit with me in the living room.
"Okay, this is going to be a lot, and I'm going to talk really fast, but I need to get this out without interruption, okay?" I asked him. I didn't bother waiting for a response, instead just launching into the speech that I had mentally prepared. "I really like you too. Like in more of a friend way. I only just realized that a couple of days ago and I freaked out when you told me you liked me back because I have major trust issues and honestly thought you were pranking me, and I have anxiety so it's like hard for me to communicate when I'm freaking out but I like really like you, and now what do I do?" I spilled. It came out worse then I expected, but it came out none the less. He looked at me for a second before shaking his head
"Well, usually, this is the part where we kiss" he told me
"I.... I'd really like that" I whispered. I looked up and saw him inching closer to me. I leaned In too, internally screaming. I closed my eyes, and I finally felt our lips touch. It was amazing. I felt tingles all over, and he tasted like honey and sunshine and all things good in the world. I scooted closer, grabbing his shirt with one hand and running my other through his hair. He put a hand on my back, pulling me closer. I literally felt like I could fly. I pulled away, but only because I needed air. I gasped and leaned back
"That was...something" he mumbled
"That was everything" I whispered