Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44388851-20191221001935/@comment-44388851-20200130030854

(I'm so sorry this took so long! I swear the next update wil, be sooner!)

Age 12:

Keefe set the present on the table"Happy 12th Foster. " Sophie sighed and carefully picked up the. ... brightly wrapped present. " No snakes? Ready to explode on contact stink bombs? "  Keefe lounged across the couch.

" Nah, just a sketchbook. " Seeing Sophie's skeptical expression he added " I swear on . . . " He grabbed the closest book. " Pride and Prejudice."

Sophie snatched the book away. "That's my moms, not mine."

" Right."

Sophie sighed and looked at his exhausted form. He used to sleep over very VERY rarely,  only when things with his dad were the absolute worse, but lately it had become so routine that her mother set an extra plate for breakfast out of habit.

There was something wrong with Sophie's best friend, and she intended to fix him.

(To be continued, much faster this time XD.)