Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-72.205.23.158-20190712212346/@comment-72.205.23.158-20190715151253

'''     That night, Sophie dreamt she was Jolie, getting her last matchmaking list. Sitting down on a grey couch, she desperately searched for Brant’s name on the list, but it was nowhere to be found.'''

'''     Then Brant walked up to her. “You’re not on my list,” he said.'''

     “Brant, please,” she begged, “It doesn’t matter.” 

'''     “I can’t. We were supposed to be a perfect match,” Brant said. Suddenly he morphed into Fitz.'''

'''     “No!” Sophie screamed turning back into herself as tears welled in her eyes. “We love each other! Just like Kesler and Juline! The matchmaking doesn’t matter!”'''

'''     “I can’t. Not after what happened with Alvar,” he answered, then turned and walked out the door, leaving her alone in the gloomy grey room.'''

'''     “Fitz! Wait! Come back!” she cried, reaching toward him. But he was already gone. She sobbed, curling up in a ball.'''

'''     Biana appeared right next to her. “Huh, I thought you guys would’ve been a great match. I wonder what messed up.”'''

'''     Sophie turned toward her and grabbed her by the arms. “Biana! Please, you have to talk to him!”'''

'''     “Fitz never listens to me. Besides, what if it’s better this way?” Biana asked, shrugging her shoulders.'''

'''     “No! Talk to him Biana! He’ll listen to you!” Sophie pleaded.'''

     Biana just stared at her, then slowly vanished until she was gone.

'''     “Biana! Don’t go!” '''

'''     What if Biana was right? What if it was better this way.'''

'''     Dex walked in, holding a familiar pair of crush cuffs. “Well, now you know how that feels,” he said.'''

     “How what feels?” Sophie asked.

'''     “To be rejected,” he answered, picking up a pair of scissors. He put one of the cuffs between the sharp blades and squinted, trying to find the exact middle, then cut it completely in half with one quick snip.'''

'''    “I didn’t reject you Dex. I just didn’t feel the same way you did about me,” Sophie said.'''

'''     Dex shrugged, lining up his scissors to cut the second cuff. “Say what you want, but it’s still a rejection.”'''

     “Dex, I still care about you-” she began, but he interrupted her.

'''     “You still care about me? Yeah right! All you ever do is spend time with that boyfriend of yours!” His face glowing red, he cut the second cuff with another fast slash, then picked up the halves and stormed out.'''

'''     “Dex, I-” she started, but he slammed the door behind him. “I do care about you,” she whispered, putting her head between her hands.'''

      The door opened back up.

     “Dex?” she asked, looking up.

'''     “Not Dex, Wylie,” the tall elf said. “He’s right though. You spend a lot of time with Fitz, when you should be focusing on more important things, like the Neverseen. They’ve got Linh’s brother, Tam.”'''

'''     A figure with the Neverseen cloak jumped down through the ceiling, creating a hole. “Yeah Sophie, it’s terrible with them. They make the worst foods that taste like burnt ash. And I can’t find the catches,” Tam said. He pulled a pen and a notebook from out of behind him and held them out toward Sophie. “So how are you going to bust me out of there?”'''

'''     Sophie felt startled. “You’re right, I’ve been selfish, just give me a minute,” she said.'''

     But then Fintan jumped through the hole Tam created in the ceiling, grabbing Tam by the arm, and jumping back out with him.

'''    “NO! Tam!” Sophie screamed. She leapt up from the couch and tried to jump up after them, but the ceiling closed itself back up.'''

'''    Wylie shrugged. “Maybe you could’ve stopped that if you had been more focused on Linh instead of yourself.” Then he left.'''

'''    Sophie tried to hold herself together as she turned around and walked back to the couch. She was about to sit down when Linh and Marella walked in, startling her.'''

'''    “Fitz is so sweet. He told me he thought I was amazing today,” she sighed dreamily. Walking past Sophie, she flopped onto the couch on her stomach, holding a pillow between her arms that her head was resting on and swinging her legs slowly in the air.'''

'''     “You two would make a cute couple. You think he’ll make it a thing?” Marella asked, sitting beside Linh on the edge of the couch.'''

'''     Sophie’s face flushed. “Wait, what?”'''

'''     “Oh Sophie, Fitz came over today to cheer me up. He was so nice! He kept saying how amazing my ability is and he made me custard bursts! They’re so beautiful, I just can’t eat them. And he also gave me this necklace,” Linh said, sitting up and showing Sophie a beautiful teal heart that was attached to a silver chain around her neck.'''

     “He was just trying to help you because you were sad about your brother, right?” Sophie asked, her voice getting frantic.

'''     Linh scrunched up her beautiful face. “Oh, what if you’re right? What if he doesn’t really care about me?” '''

'''     Marella rolled her eyes. “How would Sophie know? She’s just upset because she likes Fitz, that’s all.”'''

'''     Sophie glared at Marella. “Since when are you two friends anyway?” she asked.'''

'''     Marella snorted. “You wouldn’t know, would you Sophie? You just drop friends whenever you feel like with no consideration to how it affects them. Maybe that’s why Fitz dropped you. He probably figured he would do it before you could do it to him. He probably never was even interested in you,” Marella said with a haughty smile. She turned to Linh. “Come on, let’s go. Sophie just doesn’t think you deserve Fitz.'''

'''     Sophie started to open her mouth, but then Linh cast her a hurt look, her eyes watering. '''

     Marella, holding Linh’s hand, pulled her up from the couch and led her out, throwing another triumphant smirk at Sophie before she slammed the door shut.

'''     The noise created from it echoed, and Sophie collapsed onto the couch in an emotional wreck, crying with loud sobs. She hid her head under the pillow. All her friends hated her. She thought they would understand, but none of them did.'''

     “Um, Sophie?” a voice said.

'''     Sophie looked up, hoping to see Fitz. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he still loved her, enough that he didn’t care about his family’s legacy, or having the perfect match.'''

'''     But no, it was Keefe. “What do you want?” she asked, ready to feel his scorn.'''

'''     Keefe started at her, concerned, then walked to the couch and sat down beside her. “So you’re going through a rough time?” he asked.'''

'''     “I guess you haven’t heard?” she asked sarcastically, sitting up in a normal position. “Fitz is dumping me.”'''

'''     “Oh. Well, that explains the bags under your eyes and messy hair. You really should run a brush through your hair, by the way,” he said.'''

'''     Sophie glared at him. “I’m sure you had messy hair when you ran away to join the Neverseen.”'''

'''     Keefe laughed. “That hurts Foster.”'''

'''     Sophie sighed. “Quit the jokes and just get on with it!”'''

     “Get on with what?” Keefe asked, leaning forward to look to look at her eye to eye.

'''     “Judge me! Tell me why I deserve to lose Fitz!” Sophie yelled, throwing out her arms. '''

'''     “Why? I don’t think you deserve to lose him,” Keefe said.'''

'''     “What? You don’t?” Sophie said, turning to look at him.'''

     “Yeah, why would I?” he asked.

     “That’s what everyone else did,” she mumbled.

'''     Keefe was silent for a moment. “Sophie, do you remember when I asked you not to hate me?” he asked.'''

'''     Sophie snorted. “Yeah, I think you actually asked me several times.”'''

'''     “And do you remember all the things you helped me through? Like when we first found out my mom was with the Neverseen? Or when no one else trusted me when I joined them?”'''

'''     “Yes,” Sophie answered. “Though I wouldn’t exactly say I trusted you.”'''

     “Maybe not, but you never gave up on me,” Keefe said.

'''     “I suppose- hey, why does my face hurt?” Sophie asked. It felt like something was running claws down her face. She stood up, and then suddenly, she was aware that she was dreaming. The dream seemed to fade away as the scratching continued. “Wait! Keefe!” she cried, but she couldn’t stop herself from being pulled up and away from the dream.'''