Talk:Book 7: Flashback/@comment-34840791-20180307024605

Here’s a lill SOKEEFE moment thing I made (u can ignore if your Sophitz😉) I WISH THIS WOULD HAPPEN IN FLASHBACK! P.S. SORRY I KNOW ITS NOT REALLY FLASHBACKY IM SORRY IF ANYONE GETS MAD, JUS SOKEEFE! Sophie watched Keefe under her eyelashes, she hoped he didn’t notice her staring. She’d found herself doing this lately, watching him, examining his looks. It was madly infuriating. She should be staring at Custard Bursts, not a teenage boy. Or...that’s what Grady told her. He’d looked a little different, the elegant curves of his cheekbones stood out a little more, his dark eyelashes cast a slight shadow on his cheeks, and his stunning bright eyes shown. He looked older...more- “It’s not nice to stare Foster. I know my dashing looks make it difficult, but I’d prefer to graffiti my dads life work without people watching.” Keefe muttered, his face covered in spots of paint. “I’m not staring, It’s just-are you sure that’s a good idea? Your dad...” her voice trailed off, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Keefe grinned, not looking at her, “Oh Foster, all ideas are good ideas. Besides, my mom looks much better with a goatee.” Her brows creased. She knew Keefe had a fight with his dad, she could see it in his eyes. He’d snuck away from Ro and the only reason she hadn’t hailed anyone was because she wanted to make sure he was okay. Really, okay. She stood up and walked behind him, frowning at Keefes pictures, “Wow, I never thought I’d see Your mom with an Afro.” He chuckled, “Your lucky you didn’t see her in the mornings. Her hairs actually curly...she just...she used to...” Wrapping her arms around him, she pulled the paintbrush away. His breath caught, but he didn’t say anything as she pulled him to his feet. Her hands steadied his, and she looked into his beautiful face, not realizing how close they were, how hard her heart was pounding, how much she wanted to lean in, let him hold her, hug her... “Geeze, those feelings are intense, are you o-“ But she couldn’t take it anymore, she grabbed his collar and pulled him down, pressing her lips against his. Kissing him wasn’t like Dex at all, his lips were warm, inviting, his slim hands were careful as he stroked her cheek. She felt better than she’d ever felt, like all her worries had been blown away and were replaced by Keefe. Keefe, he seemed shocked, but also pleased, a strange mixture. It was Keefe who pulled away, she would have never stopped if she could, “Huh, your breath smells like Mallowmelt.” She laughed and shoved him away. What do you think!?!?!? Again, forgive me if this isn’t something that belongs on this page. I just felt SOKEEFEYish.