Sokeefe Oneshots

Art

Human au

Foster slid into her seat right next to me. "Hi, Keefe!" She greeted cheerfully. I inwardly squealed. 

She was talking to me!

No matter how many times she talked to me, I always had the same butterflies. At this point, the butterflies basically lived in my stomach, rent-free. I smiled, trying my best to look as nonchalant as possible. 

"You're in a good mood," I noted. 

Sophie nodded. "There's going to be a Foxfire ball in a few months!" She exclaimed.

I smirked. Since when did Sophie Foster get excited about that kind of stuff? 

"I never expected you of all people to be excited. I thought Biana's usually the one getting excited about this kinda stuff. She's gonna take you dress shopping, you know," I told her. 

Foster pouted. She was adorable when she pouted, have I mentioned that?

"Whatever. That's a... minor inconvenience. It's the first dance of the year!" She exclaimed, waving her hand dismissively. I raised an eyebrow. I didn't expect Foster to be into this type of stuff. But since she was excited, I was excited, too.

Wait. I furrowed my brow. Maybe she wasn't excited because of the dance, but excited because...

"Do you... already have a date?" I mumbled. Hey, maybe it was a little straightforward, but curiosity overwhelmed me. Also jealousy. But that's not important. 

Foster blushed and shook her head, and her enthusiasm seemed to deflate. "No... I don't think anyone wants to ask me, so I'll probably go alone," she sighed. How delusional could she be? Half the boys in school were drooling over her; including me. Thank god nobody asked her yet. 

But that meant I had to ask her first, didn't it?

"Oh," I said, because I had such a way with words. Poetic, I know. 

Just then, our teacher, Ms. Oreo waltzed in. "Good morning! It's a lovely day today, isn't it? I'm sure you're all excited for the Foxfire ball?" she greeted cheerfully. The class burst into excited murmurs and nods.

"Oh, me too! Professor Kenric has asked to take me!" she blurted. "Umm, sorry. Please take out your textbooks!" She ordered, regaining her composure.

"Oh, look, class is starting," I said.

As you can see, I'm very observant.

But this was bad, really bad; even the professors and teachers had dates. I was tempted to ask Foster right then and there, but I decided against it. My crush was probably one-sided. I needed to spend more time with her and let her get to know me before I did anything stupid.

I reached into my bag and pulled out a huge, thick book. I made sure the whole class was quiet, (and that Foster was watching), and said to my textbook, "Hey! You're looking great today." I received confused looks from everyone. That was perfectly normal.

"My teacher told me to take you out, wanna go on a date sometime? I heard there was a really good french restaurant that just opened..." I remarked seductively, gently stroking the cover of the book. The class burst into laughter. Ms. Oreo rolled her eyes and started teaching.

Well, that was about ten seconds less of lesson time. Better than nothing, I guess.

I rested my head on my hand and glanced at Foster. (Was she Netflix? Because I could watch her for hours ... )

While Ms. Oreo was lecturing about something, (History, blah blah blah, more history, you get the point), Foster was drawing... something. It looked like a disfigured elephant with stickers on its butt and a triangle sticking out of its head. Oh, wait. Never mind, it was an alicorn.