Talk:Keefe and Sophie/@comment-34840791-20180517215857

Fan fic!!!!! By...me!

Sophie and Keefe at a public pool!

“Foooooster, I’m getting impatient here. How long does it take to Get dressed? Your the one that dragged me to this human pool thing and...oh, sorry ladies, what do you mean give you my number? Well...I’m fifteen, and a half...”

Sophie pushed the door open, to where a shirtless Keefe was being over run by teenage girls. She glared at all of them, before shyly tugging at her swimming suit, which was tighter in the hips then they had been before, and grabbed Keefes arm, dragging him away.

Keefe followed, glancing behind his shoulders as he did so, “Those girls were in their underwear! Don’t you find-Gah! Your in your underwear!”

Sophie’s cheeks flammed, and she pulled her hair over her face, “It’s called a swimming suit, Keefe. And it’s not like your clothes are any better.”

His clothes were better, actually. Sophie’s swimming suit was far to small on her, and Keefe on the other hand had some black shorts that fit him perfectly, slightly loose around his narrow hips. She tried not to stare, he may have been skinny, but his lightly rigged stomach and slight biceps made up for it...wait, why was she staring at Keefe? She gagged, turning away and led him to the pool. She’d been spending way to much time with Biana and her cheesy romance books.

Keefe stood awkwardly, obviously not used to shirtless eighty year old men, until Sophie laughed and pushed him into the pool.

She laughed as Keefe sputtered, struggling to stay above water and slid into the pool beside him, “Your a terrible swimmer.” She teased.

He grinned, “And your a bad at flirting. But it’s okay, I can teach you my flirtiness ways.”

“What? I wasn’t-you don’t-let’s change the subject.”

“How about...wanna play truth or dare?”

Sophie glared, “In the pool, no way.”

Keefe raised his eyebrows in a way she suspected was supposed to be pleading, “Aw, come on Foster, pleeease?”

“If you don’t, I will.” They both turned to where a girl was ogling at Keefe, and Sophie called, “Scram!”

Keefe grinned, “They obviously can’t resist me. I mean, you can’t blame them.”

“Okay. Truth or dare. Me first.”

Keefe gasped in delight, “Why Foster! I thought you’d never ask!”

She rolled her eyes, “truth or dare.”

Keefes eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a sly smirk, “Dare.”