Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44388851-20191221001935/@comment-44388851-20200215185719

Age  21:

Sophie flopped onto the bed in Keefe's dorm. "I need heeeeelp." she groaned.

Keefe looked up from his art textbook. "How about 'Hi, my most favorite boyfriend. I have been dying from not seeing you since last night and I came  up here to revel at the beauty of your handsome face?"

Sophie glared at him through the pilow. "Ha. Hilarious." she threw the pillow aside. "I do not understand this section in Pschology at all."

Keefe grumbled. "Well I don't understand this concept of art, it's asking me to figure out the artist's emotions by looking at their paintings."

Sophie looked over his shoulder. "It's not that difficult." she mused. "I would suspect this one,' she gestured at a dark painting with pieces of read. "was angry."

Keefe nodded. "Yeah I guess that makes sense. What about this one?" Sophie studied the picture. It was a pond with several lilies and flowers floating on top."Peace. Love." she  added when she saw the two people's reflections in the water. "Definately love."

Keefe gave her a devilish smirk. "Sure that's not just you?" he asked.

"Mmmm no." Sophie said, getting closer for a kiss. Keefe happily obliged.

"This is nice." Sophie murmered. "Being with you like this. It's natural."

Keefe cooed. "Look at you, getting all romantic, it's enough to make a guy cry." he wiped away a tear.

Sophie wacked him on the shoulder. "You saying you don't feel the same way?"

Keefe pouted. "Of course I do Foster. Can I have another kiss now?"

Sophie was madly in love with her best friend.