Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-39014312-20190629100211/@comment-39014312-20191116035430

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Sophie turned as she heard Keefe's voice, he was just sitting there, witht hat stupid smirk.

She rushed him, wrapping him in a tight embrace, and began to sob. Tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening his tunic.

Keefe look like he was going to cry. "Okay, Foster you can stop crying now. Sheesh, I was just joking, turn down the emotions a little. I mean I appreciate it and all, but you're drowning me."

Sophie wiped away a tear and stepped back. "Sorry."

"Nah it's fine, feel free to cry over me anyday."

Sophie's anger surged and she punched him lightly in the arm. "Don't you ever do that again! Or I'll-"

"Got it. Ouch Foster have you been practicing or something?"

Sophie looked down at her arm. "Sorry, I guess I used my sucker punch.'

"You guess!" Keefe said incredulously. "I'm gonna have a bruise for a month."

Sophie looked down sheepishly. "Sorry, again. Umm do you want any visitors right now because as soon as I tell them you're awake they're going to bust down this door."

Keefe sighed, looking downcast. "I guess."

"What is it?" Sophie inquired

"Nothing, I'm fine."

Sophie was not letting this happen again. "Keefe, tell me now or else."

He pulled his blanket to his face, pretending to be terrified. "Since when did Foster get violent."

Sophie knew he was trying to distract her, and make this into a joke.

"Keefe." She pressed

He put down the blanket. "I don't know, I just... I can't explain it."

"Can't explain what?' A voice called from the door way.