Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-37824398-20181215160506/@comment-38473830-20190216144554

Chapter Four part two

'''Sophie blinked upwards, dazed. Keefe’s face stared back at her, amused. “See, Team Foster-Keefe is perfect. You fall down, I pick you up. Vice versa.” He set her upright. “Honestly, though, I don’t think I’d be altogether comfortable with trust falls right now.”'''

'''Biana shrugged helplessly. “She’s never been to a party before, Keefe.”'''

'''He rolled his eyes. “And I’m sure whatever happened here is entirely your fault. Sorry I’m late, Darling Daddy started hounding me about having too much of a social life.” He said it so absently it was as if he didn’t care, but he did. He definitely did. “Actually? I’m already sick of it here. Come on, Foster, we’re going to get you some fresh air.”'''

'''Biana’s form started blinking. “Is it okay if I stay here? I’ve been having a good time.”'''

'''Keefe shrugged. “Go have fun. Never fear. The Keefster is here!” He winced. “Okay, that could have used some work.”'''

'''Sophie stumbled a little. “Help?”'''

'''Keefe grabbed her hand and led her towards the large doors. He had been right; once breathing in the clean air, Sophie felt a little less woozy. “Thanks,” she mumbled.'''

'''Keefe smirked. “You’re cute when you’re helpless.”'''

'''Sophie sat down on the grass, not wanting to risk it again. She had a twisty feeling in her gut.'''

'''Keefe sat down next to her. “Okay, guess I’m on Sophie-guard duty. Speaking of which, where are your bodyguards?”'''

'''Sophie shrugged. “Mom convinced them not to come.”'''

“Sounds like a good mom,” Keefe mumbled.

“Sorry.”

'''Keefe shrugged. “Whatever. How have you been, Foster? It’s been a while.”'''

'''Sophie shrugged. “I’m unmatchable.”'''

Holy crap.

Why did she say that?

Sophie really didn’t mean to say that.

It just sort of slipped out.

'''“Wait… what?” Keefe gaved a smile, an incredulous, forced smile. “You… I thought you were against the… I mean… does Fitz know?”'''

'''Sophie hicupped. “No. I don’t want to worry him.”'''

'''Keefe looked stunned. “You mean… no one else knows?”'''

'''“Mom and Dad do,” Sophie slurred. “But none of my friends. Except you, I guess. Don’t tell anyone.”'''

'''Keefe frowned. “You should tell Fitz. He’d want to know.”'''

'''Sophie shrugged. “I’m scared. What if he doesn’t want to date me anymore?”'''

'''Keefe frowned. “Then he’s insane. You deserve someone who wouldn’t cower out just because it’s a bad match.” He blushed.'''

'''Sophie frowned. “That’s what Mom said.” Her voice caught. “Oh my god. I have to get home.” She stood up unsteadily.'''

'''“Don’t rush, Foster. I’m here.” Keefe looked genuinely concerned. “I’m going to help get you home, okay?”'''

“But you didn’t even get a chance to be in the party,” Sophie mumbled.

'''Keefe smiled. “Foster. We’re teenagers. There will be other parties. There will not be other Fosters.”'''

'''Sophie smiled gratefully. “Thanks.” She fumbled in her pocket for her Havenfield crystal. Once she had it, she held it up. Keefe put his hand around hers. “Three… two… one… ”'''

When they got to Havenfield, Grady was waiting.