“Keefe… what are you… saying?” The words were fake. For once, Sophie knew exactly what he was trying to tell her, and knew exactly why what he was telling her was so important. It was scary. But he didn’t flinch. He just… stood there, and stared at her, the rims of his eyelids tinted pink like he was holding back tears.
He shook his head. “I can’t do this anymore.” his voice cracked in between the words. “I can’t walk around, smiling and pretending like everything is fine, when all I have ever wanted is to be with you. You. Are my world.”
As he said it, he reached for his Black Swan pendant hanging around his neck. But all the words that Sophie wanted to say were stuck to the insides of her throat. She wanted to tell him everything, but her tongue seemed to be lead and she couldn’t make herself move, no matter how she tried.
She wanted to tell him that she liked him- a lot… maybe even loved him. She wanted to tell him that when they were together, she felt at peace. She didn’t feel the butterflies in her stomach because… he didn’t make her nervous and jittery. He made her happy, and she liked being around him.
And she wanted to tell him the bad stuff, too. Like how she was scared out of her mind, because she didn’t want to lose him. She didn’t want to screw this up, like she had with Fitz. Oh yeah… Fitz. What would he say? They were friends, but would they continue to be if she decided to take this step?
Keefe stuffed his hands in his pockets, and looked at his feet. “I’m sorry if you aren’t ready to hear this…. I just.” He shrugged. “I guess I thought you… never mind.”
He mustered the saddest and most heartbreaking smirk Sophie had ever seen. “See you later, Foster.”
Sophie lunged forward and grabbed his hand, holding onto it like it was a lifeline. She let him into her heart, so he could feel everything, much like she used to do with Fitz, except this was different. Pure emotion, which couldn’t be manufactured like thought could.
And he felt her fear.
And her joy.
And her hope.
And for a moment, Sophie really thought he was going to walk away, thought he was going to shake his head and leave- because that’s what it looked like he was going to do, from the way he just stood there, his face blank.
But then he looked into her eyes, and Sophie could see a light in them. She didn’t let go of his hand as she said “I can’t lie to an Empath.”
And for once it was him, not her, who asked “What do you mean?”
But Sophie knew he just wanted to hear her say it, because he was gloating just a little. And also maybe really hoping that he wasn’t wrong in assuming….
“Keefe Sencen, I love you.”
Yeah so I'm like ACTUALLY bad at ship fanfics, but i tried.
watch as lord cassius walks in on sophie and keefe kissing and him raising a skeptical eyebrow like *hmmmm im not sure how i feel about this* and keefe just goes "dad, meet sophie foster!" and lord cassius says "GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE, SON!"
Ok..... Here goes.... romance the only way I know how to write it: A la Awkward.
"Keefe Sencen, I love you."
Keefe actually laughed, and for a second, Sophie was completely lost. And then she realized: it was nervous laughter. Really weird nervous laughter. Like, he just stood there, his eyes wide, a flat train of giggling leaving his mouth.
"Uhh... Keefe? Are you okay?"
"I'm freaking out."
"I'm about to kiss you." He told her, his chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon.
"What?" It took every ounce of power for Sophie not to break out into nervous laughter like Keefe had. Wow... maybe they were soulmates.
But surprisingly, she kept herself level headed as she stepped forward, rose to her tippy toes, and touched the tip of her lips to his, which were… really chapped, actually.
And then Keefe snapped out of it. He wrapped his hands around her, pulled her close, and kissed her again. Sophie had never realized just how gentle he could be, even when he she stepped on his foot and nearly brought both of them to the ground.
It wasn’t perfect, but who cared? It was just her, and him, and he warmth of each other’s lips. It wasn’t perfect, no. But it was beautiful, and Sophie for once told her anxiety to shut up.
black swan: *all trapped in a force field except sophie*
gethen and ruy: save two of your friends.
sophie: *grits teeth* i'd be more than willing to hand myself over for all of them to get out of here alive.
ruy: if only they were more valuable i'd make that possible.
sophie: i think you've forgotten......
THEY'RE NOT ALL MY FRIENDS.
before gethen and ruy can process it sophie spews vomit on ruy teleports him off a cliff and leaves him in the void
OOOOOH grady should have a talk with sophie and be like "i dont want you moving on too fast" and she'll just be like "IDK WHAT HAPPENED DAD PLS OK SPARE ME" and he says "THAT BOY WILL NOT BE ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE ANYMORE AND YOU WONT SEE HIM UNLESS ITS FOR BLACK SWAN RELATED STUFF" and he makes dex rewire her imparter so she can't hail keefe and tells sandor she's not allowed to telepathically communicate with ANYONE and then at that point she finds out dex likes her again which is why he agreed to rewire the imparter...
Hmmm... or it goes something like this: Grady keeps sophie in her room, flash to Keefe's POV, where Grady is giving him a lecture. Keefe let's Soph into his mind so she can listen to what her dad is saying about them. Grady has some interesting takes on the matter..... really touching, actually.
Thanks for all the feedback! Remember: if you have critiques, they are welcome! Now, onto the FIC!
"Really, Dad?" Sophie kicked at her door. Which was locked mercilessly from the other side, where Bo stood guard.
And he'd remembered that she could teleport, as well. Hence the warning from Grady as he'd retreated behind the slimming crack of her doorway. "Don't even think about it. No dessert if you try to teleport."
Oh, he wanted to pay dirty then?
Sophie flopped down onto her bed, and stretched out her mental voice ‘till she found Keefe’s consciousness. The feel of his mind was as familiar as the curve of his smirk.
Hey. She said.
Uhh, Foster? Not a good time… His mental voice sounded hushed, like he was whispering his thoughts.
It’s… nothing. Seriously.
Okaaaay, so then why do you sound like you’re trying not to loose a staring contest? Honestly, that was the only way she could describe it.
His rushed tone told her that he was getting impatient. Look, I just need to seem like I’m paying attention right now. And it’s kinda hard when you have the mental voice of your…. Friend… whispering in your mind.
Sophie didn’t miss how he fumbled with the word friend. Like he was about to say something else. And Sophie was really hoping that it had been-
I’ll talk to you later, Foster.
Okay. Hail me when you can.
“Keefe? Are you even listening to me?” Grady seemed to be looking for an excuse to banish him from the face of the earth.
“Yep!” Oof, that didn’t sound right. “Yes, sir.” Was what he was supposed to say? He needed to stop freaking out… like, bigtime.
“Well, then. I assume you have something to say.” Grady leaned back in his chair at the Ruwen breakfast-table, sitting across from Keefe. It felt wrong to lean against the backrest, or to put his hands anywhere but in his lap.
Not because he wasn’t in his own house. He’d been to Havenfeild hundreds of times- it was like his home away from… not home. Because he would never consider the Shored of Solace home. No, it was the conversation that was making him so jittery.
Of course the perfect girl had the overprotective father. Elf logic.
And it was making it that much harder.
“Yeah, I do have something to say.” He grunted awkwardly. “Uh, where’s Edaline?”
If Keefe had one chance of making it out of this conversation alive, it was Edaline. Who was… (drumroll, please) …absent. Great.
“That,” Grady said, crossing his arms, “Is beside the point. I want to know what your intentions are. I want to know why you chose my daughter of all people to endanger, and I want you to give me one good reason why I should let you near her ever again.”
Grady nodded, still leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed like he was expecting (and hoping) that Keefe was going to chicken out and leap away. The thought may or may not have crossed his mind- but only briefly.
“I love her.” he said slowly, wondering if he was going too far. Was that too far? Too soon, maybe? Heck, did it even answer the question?
Keefe stopped breathing when Grady leaned forward and stared at him hard, making Keefe wonder if he was about to Mesmerize him.
“I can’t tell you how much it cost me the first time I accepted that as an answer.” Grady whispered. Somehow the tear threatening to spill from his eye only made him more intimidating.
And then it dawned on Keefe. And every hope that he had of possibly, maybe convincing Grady that Sophie and him together was a good thing? It was crushed as if a T-Rex had decided to sit on it.
Because he was talking about Jolie. And Brant.
And now that Keefe thought about it, the situations were just a bit too similar. The roles were the same, at least. Because all Grady saw was another Jolie, and another Brant. Possibly another death. Keefe knew in his heart that Grady was going to do anything to stop it. Did he really blame him?
“I’m not like that.” Keefe insisted.
Grady dragged his hand down his face. “As much as it pains me to say this, you may not be all that bad. But. I can’t take any chances. And I don’t know how you can convince me otherwise.”
Keefe couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. But somehow, breathing seemed irrelevant.
“I really am sorry, Keefe.” Grady stood up, maybe about to leave the room.
Keefe just stared into space, not wanting to move. Because when he moved, he’d be one step closer to leaving the reality he thought just maybe he could have. He knew he’d been asking for a lot. Sophie was too special, too amazing to earn without some sort of price. A price he wasn’t able pay.
Grady’s voice swept into his head as he actually left the room. “If you really love her, you’ll leave her alone.”
Sophie had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. Actually, it had been fifteen minutes. But it felt like forever…
“Ms. Foster, I suggest you get to work on your latest assignment for the Black Swan. Mr. Forkle insisted that it was very important.”
“Sandor, I won’t be able to focus.”
The goblin sighed- a noise which barely contrasted from the high-pitched breathiness of a squeaky toy. “When I am anxious about something, I work. It tends to take my mind off of whatever I am worried about. I suggest you do the same.”
Sophie pushed herself off of her back and into a sitting position. “I’m gonna hail him…” she decided.
Sophie shot him a glare as she reached for her imparter. Another airy squeak resonated through the room. “Show me Keefe,” she ordered.
She waited for his face to blip onto the screen, to hear his voice transmitted into her room. Nothing happened, and the screen stayed black.
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“What did you do to him?”
Grady didn’t answer, he just kept raking the Flaredon fur into bags, pretending not to notice her. Sophie was sick of it.
“Dad! Why isn’t Keefe answering my hails?!”
He set the rake against the fence of the enclosure and wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. “I did what I needed to do to protect you.”
“I can’t lose another daughter.”
Sophie huffed. “I get it, you’re scared that something will happen to me. But I promise you, Keefe isn’t like that.”
Grady walked over to her. “He joined the Neverseen. That’s way too big of a risk. And Sophie,” he placed his hands on her shoulders, and stared into her eyes. Sophie willed herself not to blink.
“I can’t lose you.”
Sophie just stared at him, her chest rising and falling with growing speed. His eyes seemed to soften, and he reached forward like he was trying to hug her.
“NO!” Sophie shoved him away.
“I CAN’T LOSE YOU.”
“Just stop! You need to get over it! Stop trying to protect me because you’re a coward!” she stumbled backward, huffing and puffing.
He just stared, his mouth lagging open.
And then Sophie took a deep breath and spat “I’m not Jolie.” It felt sour leaving her mouth, but it felt good. She lifted her sleeve to her mouth and wiped away the feeling. And then she turned around, because she couldn’t stand to see Grady.
She didn’t want to know if he was fuming or crying, and she didn’t want to wait and see which was worse. So Sophie turned and ran.
Each step, each pounding of her feet against the ground seemed to sink into the earth. She felt heavy, like the weight of the world was dripping over her as goo. And then she jumped off the cliff.
Keefe knew she was coming. He could almost sense it from his room at the Shores of Solace. Not actually, because that would be pretty ridiculous. But it was like he had a seventh sense, besides Empathy, one that was particularly good at decoding Sophie. His Fosty Senses.
So when there was a loud knock on his door, and a muffled voice calling his name… he knew to ignore it. Even if every bone in his body was aching to run to the door and hold her in his arms, to let her in and let her tell him everything would be alright…
“This is stupid.”
“Shut up, Ro.”
She growled. “It is! You love her! She told you that she loved you. Screw what her dad says!”
“It’s not that simple.” He groaned, trying desperately to ignore the pounding on his door and the rattling of the door handle.
Ro stalked across the room. “Give me one reason not to open that door so she can knock some sense into you.”
“Because I can’t drag her into my Legacy. I can’t hurt her.” he broke the pencil he was holding in half, and tossed across the room, narrowly missing Ro’s head.
She didn’t flinch. “Love isn’t about protecting each other. It’s about caring about someone so much that you’re willing to deal with them- the good parts and the bad. That means that if Blondie loves you like I think she does, she’ll deal with your ‘Legacy’.”
Sophie was screaming his name at this point.
Keefe scowled “Why do you even care?”
“You’re my charge. Part of my job means keeping you healthy. And that includes your love life.”
“Nah. If that were true you wouldn’t let me swim in a pool with amoebas.”
She rolled her eyes. “They’re harmless as long as you plug your nose.” She stared at him for a moment, seeming to study him. “Fine. You want to know the real reason? Because I wasn’t so lucky when it came to love. This stupid arranged marriage with Bo… all to protect me. I don’t want that for you.”
“Wow. So you’re all compassionate and caring now?” But he could feel she was telling the truth. He could also feel that she was about to strangle him, though that was more obvious from the way her eye was twitching.
Keefe jumped in his seat.
“LET. ME. IN.”
Even through the door, he could sense her determination, hear the fury in her voice. Keefe got up and stalked to the door. As he reached for the handle, he thought for one moment about what Grady would say. He also thought about Ro, but that was more because at this moment she could very well attack him from the rear if he didn’t let Foster in.
But before he could do anything, the door exploded into a million splinters, and he was thrown back. Sophie was behind it, her palms outstretched, her face scrunched up like she’d been concentrating.
Keefe sat up wiping the wood chips from his eyes. “Did you just… outward channel my door?”
Sophie coughed in the sawdust. “You- were being- stupid.”
“Bold move, Foster.”
He had barely managed to stand when she charged at him with the intensity of a T-Rex. The air left his lungs as she clung to him, squeezing him in the most constricting hug he’d ever experienced. “I don’t care.” She blurted, still clinging to him.
“No. Shut up. It’s my turn.”
“I love you, Keefe. I don’t care what Grady said. You have always been there for me, and you risk yourself for me all the time. I was blind, Keefe.”
He was overwhelmed by her emotions, kind of like being knocked over by a wave when you weren’t expecting it. A good wave. A happy wave. A wave that made every other good experience in his life seem like watered down lemonade.
He wrapped his arms around her, returning the hug. He could feel her tears soak into his shirt, and her hair like silk in between his fingers, and the feeling of her presence. He just stood there, soaking her in.
Keefe needed Sophie, and she needed him. For once, everything was perfect.
i go through that so much!! i think the truth is that how we see our stories at different times/conditions throughout the days helps us get new perspective on our stories, and writing down our feelings about how this seems to us at one point can help us get into the mindset of a reader who's reading this. it's very easy to start and broaden!
OMG I just saw this and it is SOOOOO good!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love that you included the Brant-Jolie relationship, I've never seen anyone else do that. The characters act almost exactly how they do in the Keeper series!!! This is amazing!!!!
I don't think they're meaning to pressure you or upset you, we're all just excited! We all know you (and we) have a life outside FANDOM, and we all understand. Like I said, we're just excited because this a really awesome fanfiction!
Sokeefer4eva wrote: I don't think they're meaning to pressure you or upset you, we're all just excited! We all know you (and we) have a life outside FANDOM, and we all understand. Like I said, we're just excited because this a really awesome fanfiction!
Im sorry if it sounded like i as angry or something- i wasnt. Thanks for all your support concerning the fic. I PROMISE i am writing stuff for you guys.:)
This is a little something I call tying up loose ends. I don’t know if there is much more to write about after this (tbh it was supposed to be a flashfic originally) BUT after march 31, I’m coming out with something else that im hoping you’ll like. It has a little of Sokeefe being an iconic duo, and some psychological thrilling, and a tad of dystopia crossed with fairytales! In the mean-time…
(this is part one)
“Foster, you don’t have to squeeze my hand that hard.”
“I know.” Nevertheless, she didn’t- wouldn’t let go. It felt like if she did, Keefe would disappear. Sophie couldn’t let that happen, not when everything was suddenly so clear.
“What if this goes all wrong?” she tilted her head up to look at him, to ask his eyes if everything was going to be okay. His eyes never lied to her.
This time Keefe was the one to tighten his grip on her hand. “It won’t.”
“If it does, then… I don’t know. But I’m not giving up.” He smiled at her, his eyebrows quirking upward in a way that for some reason reminded her of a puppy’s ears perking.
It made her feel better. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
She took one last deep breath before stepping forward and pushing open the doors to Havenfeild. It was warm and toasty inside, like Edaline had been heating the house with Mallowmelt. It was like coming home. To her real home. Did it bother her that if she was willing to take this new step with Keefe, it could mean giving up that feeling of having a place to belong? Yes. No.
It was… complicated.
“Sophie!” Edaline’s shrill cries echoed out through the house as the woman came rushing down the stairs, the tulle of her dress bunched in her arms as to keep from tripping on a step. “We were so worried…”
The intensity of Edaline’s hug nearly broke her spine, but Sophie accepted it. “Mom, I’m fine.”
“Grady told me what happened. We were worried that you’d… that you’d… oh, Sophie!” the woman stepped back and too her by her shoulders scanning her over with those mother eyes that detected every little thing, every little scratch and abrasion.
“Good lord, you’re covered in sawdust…”
“Mom, I’m fine.” But her mother’s reaction meant more to Sophie than Edaline knew. And it also made everything so much harder…
Yessss i agree it was soooooo awesome! I want u to post more! I already finished the series and am waiting for book 8.5 to come out. I dont have anything to read but fanfic! So pleeeeeeeeeez post more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok umm i LOVE this it gives me kotlc and that sokeefe action i need in my life this entire fanfic rules i honestly wouldn't be surprised if you were shannon messanger herself you write amazing things please update soon *srry that's probably all you see any body say*
Sorry I don’t post as often as I’d like, pls don’t hurt me.
“Where is he…?” she asked, half of her not wanting to know the answer.
Edaline’s face darkened, her eyebrows twitching upward. Concern. “He’s out back. Sophie, I wouldn’t push him…”
She stepped forward, towards the back doors, wincing a bit as Keefe’s hand slipped out of hers. “You’re not coming?” but it wasn’t a question. He smiled back at her.
“It’s not my place, Foster. I have a history with upsetting dads, and I’ve already screwed my chances with yours.”
“I can fix it-“
He almost laughed. “Yeah. You can… but trust me, if I came I’d only make thigs bad.” Sophie had to chew on the words to accept them. Grady would always disapprove. She couldn’t do anything about that. But there was a bigger issue. A trust issue.
An issue Grady had with her.
She took a breath. “Okay.” One last glance back at Keefe before she stepped out the back doors. She saw Edaline squeezing his hand. They were both looking at her, both seeming to silently urge her on. They were her rocks in a stormy sea. They’d support her through the relentless crashing of waves, the chaos and the destruction. But they’d also always be there when the sunny days came, and she could rest.
Grady was like that. But… he needed a foundation of his own. Sophie had been a pretty crappy excuse for a foundation.
She put one foot on the ground, and stepped out of the house. A chill blew some hair from her face, summoning pinches of pink on her cheeks. The grass was soft, and wet and flossy. The smell of rain tickled the insides of her nose. Everything was fresh.
Sophie walked towards the animal enclosures, listening for the sound of work: the sound of Grady. She listened for the steady pacing of work boots, or the grunting of labor. Grady was an elf who didn’t fit the stereotypes.
Powerful? Yes, of course. But he did tough things like there was a pleasure to them. Like they were glorious. She’d seen him build animal enclosures with his bare hands. She’d seen him wrangle T-Rexes. And he did it with pride. Like the simple things would define him, build him up or break him down. Like he was in control.
It was a good thing. A refreshing thing in the Elvin world. But it meant that some situations, ones he couldn’t reach, could get the best of him. Hence, Keefe.
She found him alone in a forgotten unicorn pen. Dust rose as she stepped onto the crunchy hay that was the floor. “Grady?”
He didn’t answer, not at first. He was just… standing there. Not moving, or smiling, or working. Why did she always associate him with labor? Because he loved it. Obviously. It distracted him. Made the pain go away.
He turned to look at her. “You’re back.”
She wasn’t sure what to say… “Um… yep. I’m back.”
He nodded. Why was he suddenly so hard to read? She internally stomped her foot. He just needed to… stop. Stop being difficult. Stop hiding thigs from her. Stop holding onto the past.
What was she supposed to do about it? Help him… but how?
“You went to see Keefe.” he said. He’d stopped looking at her, his eyes glaring at some unknown thing the distance.
“I did. I’m glad I did.” She stalked closer. “Hey… you okay?”
He looked at her. “Yes. No. My daughter is growing up. I’ve been telling myself that this whole time. But… I… I just realized that I can’t protect you.” He shook his head, almost laughing. “How am I supposed to feel about that, Sophie?”
She grabbed his hand. “I’m… not good with emotions.” She admitted.
He smiled. “You think? You know, I’ve known that Keefe liked you for a while. I also knew that you liked him.”
She nodded. “Figures.”
The wind was beginning to pick up. A stinging freshness filled her lungs, and her fingers began to stiffen, making her wish she’d worn gloves instead of the fake nails Tinker had designed to block her enhancing. But she just squeezed Grady’s gruff hand a little lighter. She wasn’t leaving until they were resolved.
“I have… control issues.” He whispered.
“Yeah? Welcome to the club.” It earned her a small smile. Not enough.
He took a breath, the exhale visible in the cold. “I’m sorry.” He told her, his eyes never straying from hers. “I need to trust you.”
“Well… a lot of people need to trust me. It’s kinda this thing, you know? I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, it’s called Project Moonlark.”
“Oh really?” he raised his eyebrows. “Never heard of it. Ever.”
She smiled. The corners of her lips sent a warmth through her cheeks that battled the tingling cold. She saw his mouth quirk in a sad smile. What was it with the elves, and the beauty of sad smiles?
He wrapped an arm around her. She let her head rest on his shoulder. “I love you, Dad.”
There was warmth between them. Between the contrast of his weathered hand against her soft one. Between the feeling of his steady arms holding her tight, protecting her from the things he could. Between the freedoms he was willing to let her have, and the trust. “I love you, Sophie.”
She knew that he didn’t want to let her go. But he was willing, if it meant that she was happy. Sophie hugged him. “I’ll always be your daughter.”
He squeezed her tight in his arms. “I know.”
They stayed there. Even when the wind picked up, and little spritz of wetness fell from the sky. Even when the cold surrounded them, and the animals fled for their shelters. Even when rain soaked into their clothes, wetting them to the core.
You know how much I love you guys? I love you guys so much, I’m willing to do a cliché. And I’m not even embarrassed.
6 years later
“Keefe, where are we going?”
He just looked back at her and smiled. Sophie rolled her eyes, and sped up a bit to keep up with him. This had better be good. Any idiot knew that nothing good came of knocking at her door at 3AM. Then again, Sophie’s boyfriend wasn’t just any idiot.
They were trudging through the dewy grass outside Havenfeild. It was dark, and Sophie’s eyelids were still saggy with sleep. Therefore she was relying on Keefe’s tight grip on her hand to guide her. A tingling fear that Keefe would lead her to the edge of the cliff and push her off was steadily rising, but Sophie pushed it away.
“Seriously! I’m cold!” she wined, wishing she’d thought to wear a jacket.
“We’re almost there.” Keefe’s voice was quiet and giddy. She felt him squeeze her hand, and for a moment, her fury at being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night evaporated. Mostly.
She couldn’t see where they were going, so she tripped. Sophie felt Keefe’s arms steady her. “Woah, okay. Sorry.”
Her foot was stinging a bit, but she smiled.
“It’s just a few more steps.” He told her.
“Okay. But then we’re going inside, and I’m making hot chocolate.”
He sounded relieved. “Good idea.”
A warmth spread through her chest as he led her the rest of the way, slowing and eventually coming to an abrupt halt. Sophie was only wearing slippers, so she could nearly feel that there was a new softness beneath her feet, different from the grass. And then she sniffed the air.
“Are we… under the Panakes?” Sophie blinked a few times. It was very dark, but the closer she looked, she could see an outline of leaves and flowers against the sky, lined with moonlight.
He was standing close to her, squeezing her hands- not in a reassuring way, like he usually did. Like he was… scared. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheeks, hear the rising and falling of his chest.
Suddenly, everything brightened. The sky was still a canvas of black, but little yellow lights were laced through the tree, spreading a warm glow, like stars. Sophie let out a little gasp, her head swiveling to look at the alcove of glowing flowers. “Keefe…”
When she looked back at him, he was on one knee.
Step one: Wake Foster up without getting inflicted on.
Check. Sort of.
Step Two: Panakes Pizazz.
Step Three: Ask her.
Keefe was shaking. He must have seemed seasick, which was not a good look for him. Every breath he took was fragile, his heart thudding at the speed of sound. And Foster was standing there, staring at him, her face blank.
His Empathy must have taken a day off, because he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what she was feeling. Keefe gulped, and opened his mouth, hoping that the words would stumble out somehow. The words he’d practiced in the mirror over and over.
“Sophie, I love you.” Okay. That was a good start. “You make me so happy, and nothing else in my life comes even a little bit close to how I feel about you.”
She was staring at him, her eyes wide, her hands beginning to rise to cover her mouth. That was a good thing, right? Keefe’s knees were shaking, and the breath seemed to leave his chest all too fast. “Sophie… I want to spend the rest of my life with you…”
His eyes met hers, and the rest of the words vanished from memory. She was crying. Smiling? He couldn’t tell. She took her hands away from her mouth and stared at him hard. “Keefe Sencen, if this is a prank, I swear on my life that I will murder you.”
He felt himself pale. “Wha-No!” he scrambled in his pocket for the ring. Where was it? He felt the slick metal against his rather sweaty palm. “Look, here!” Keefe held it up.
Sophie’s face went blank.
And then she tackled him. The air was knocked out of his chest as she squeezed him. “You were going to ask me to marry you?!”
“I haven’t asked yet.” He laughed.
She beamed at him, her face shining with tears. “I don’t care. Yes. Yes! I will marry you!”
Keefe laughed, letting the tears come. He’d done it. And she’d said yes. He pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
He’d been watching them for the last ten minutes, eyeing them wearily from his window. A tear slipped down his cheek when he saw Sophie’s reaction. Grady could’ve guessed as much. Yesterday Keefe had asked for his blessing. Grady had given it.
As he saw them happily embracing each other, knowing that they’d found their other halves, a smile slipped onto the man’s face, and he sighed, shaking his head. “That Boy…”
Hi guys. Might be a while posting the next part. Here's a link to a fan fiction that I wrote which recently won first place in a contest. (It's also Sokeefe, btw. Not all of it is posted, but I can easily copy and paste)