Keefe POV:
I suck in a breath. Am I really about to do this?
Yes. A little annoying voice that sounds suspiciously like Foster says. Yes you are.
You're right, little annoying Foster voice. I am. Because I'm in love with her.
I put the picture in her locker.
I love her.
Sophie POV:
OMG. I got So. Many. Midterms. Gifts. Including a rose from Valin. Uggggggghhhhhhhhh. When will he realize that I'M NOT INTERESTED! My heart belongs to… Fitz. Wait, what? Of course it's Fitz. Duh.
Wait. I never got a gift from Keefe. Isn't he the "President of the Foster Fan Club"? I open my locker. Oh, of course. He left it there again. I take it out. It's a picture of me. Wow. He's a really good artist. That's practically a photograph! There's a note attatched to it.
To the Mysterious Miss F.
Roses are red
Violets are blue (though they are actually VIOLET. Hello? It's in the name!
There's a girl that I like.
And Foster, it's you.
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
What?
Keefe likes me? Is this a prank? As soon as I get home I take out my imparter.
"Show me Keefe."
So what do you think? Horrible? Please review. I know the poem is awful, but I suck at poetry. Again, please review!