Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191112172810/@comment-71.185.177.221-20191113172028

1:37 am

"So, question." Keefe said, leaning back against the crystal wall. "Do you think I've gained two or three pounds since we started eating?" He patted his stomach and licked chocolate ice cream off of his fingers.

Sophie snorted. "Wow. You're way behind. I'm already on five."

Keefe laughed and scooted closer. Sophie leaned back and stared at the twinkling crystal chandelier that hung in the main room, chewing on a Skittle.

"How much trouble do you think I'll be in when Sandor finds out?" Sophie asked, eyeing the door like she expected the overprotective bodyguard to coming bursting in.

"I think he'll understand that you needed some adventure." Keefe said, shrugging when Sophie looked at him like he had two heads. "Seriously. You've been on so busy, staying up all night to work, you needed a break."

"And breaking in too a human grocery store and eating candy with my boyfriend is a break?" Sophie noted.

"Well, you're enjoying yourself aren't you?" Keefe asked.

"Well, these Skittles are really good," She piled a few in her mouth.

Keefe smirked. "Nah, the Skittles have nothing on this ice cream." He stuck a finger in the carton and drew lines through it. "Sooooo creamy." Sophie laughed and scooted closer, leaning her head on Keefe's shoulder.

It wasn't awkward like it was with Fitz, it was gentle, nice. Her relationship with Fitz had her trying to look and be her best, because, well, he's a Vacker. She had to be perfect. But with Keefe, she could be herself. She could do anything she wanted and Keefe wouldn't mind.

"When did you realize you liked me?" Sophie asked.

"I dunno. Probably when you knocked yourself and Fitz out in the Sploching Match. Only Sophie Foster can do that."

Sophie rolled her eyes.

"But," Keefe added. "I always knew you were special. I mean, who else could take out a Vacker?"

Sophie laughed and relaxed against him, putting her head in his lap. He stroked her hair and they talked. Not about anything important, unless you count a huge debate about whether s'mores or Mallowmelt is better as important.

"Mallowmelt is so creamy!" Sophie argued.

"But s'mores have creaminess in the marshmellows and deliciousness in the chocolate. And crunchiness in the graham crackers. They've got it all." Keefe said.

"Okay, okay. Fine. S'mores are better." Sophie reluctantly agreed.

"Ha ha! I win!" Keefe yelled.

"Yeah, yeah." Sophie said and they fell into a silence.

It wasn't awkward like it was with Fitz. It was, sweet.

And before they knew it, it was morning.