Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39312933-20190506173125/@comment-39312933-20190507172655

"Dude... Foster's depressed," Keefe told Fitz as he left Sophie's house.

"Why? What happened?" Fitz asked.

"She was ruled unmatchable by those evil matchmakers." Keefe responded.

"SHE WHAT?" Fitz exclaimed. Keefe smirked.

"Yeah, so if you and her were a, you know, THING, it would be ruled as a bad match," Keefe continued. Fitz' jaw hung open. Keefe's grin grew wider.

"So, Fitz, you have to decide... Foster... or your REPUTATION." Keefe said with a fake air of doom. Fitz glared at him. Keefe just smiled wider.

"I.... I'll think about it," Fitz finally responded.

"Better hurry," Keefe responded, "She's real depressed."

"You're a big help, Keefe, a big help," Fitz groaned.

"That's what I'm here for, buddy." Keefe said, punching Fitz lightly on the arm.