Okay, okay. To all the people who haven't read my other story: Go check it out! It's Called 'It's Hard to say I Love you', and It's filled with SoKeefe!
To the people who are reading that story: Yes, yes, I know. I'm supposed to be on a hiatus. No, this is not me ending that. I decided to try and get rid of the writers block by writing some separate SoKeefe things. And this won't add on to the stress because it's not a story. It's a bunch of One-shots, and I'll be updating them whenever I get inspiration, so there might be a bunch of time between each update. (I know, the horror of slow updates!) But because I'm not going to worry about updating on a regular basis, these one-shots should not affect how long it takes for me to update my other story.
And... I know there was something else I wanted to say here... I'll think of it later!
Edit: I remember now (Yay!) I will take requests for this. However, I'm keeping this mainly PG, so please don't request anything sexual.
Now, onto the story!
(P.S., I wrote parts of this before Nightfall came out, and some things in here may not align with what happened there, so just pretend that this came our Pre Nightfall.)
Keefe woke up, his eyes opening to see the ceiling of Fitz room. Why was he there? Right. The group had decided to have a sleepover. Keefe let out a sigh of relief. He could tell that he had slept in late, and his dad always yelled at him when he did that. Keefe was thankful that he didn't have to face his dad today. He was not in the mood.
He heard a little snore from next to him, and he turned over to see Foster curled up next to him, Ella was covering about half of her face, and Sophie tangled in her blanket. Her eyes fluttered every few seconds, so she was probably having a dream. She let out another of those tiny snores, and it melted Keefe's heart. She was adorable. Absolutely adorable.
Keefe made a mental note to make sure that moment stayed in his photographic memory, so he could draw it later. He had a sketch book dedicated to Sophie. It was filled with times that she unintentionally did something that made her look adorable, and Keefe recorded them all so he could look at them when he was feeling down. Even just a drawing of Sophie always made him feel better.
His personal favorite was one when he had decided to head over to Havenfield after a big fight with his father. He always went there when that happened. It just made him feel better.
When Keefe got there Sophie was feeding Verdi-Or rather, she was attempting to feed Verdi. The giant T-Rex seemed to have other plans. Apparently, Verdi had decided that the best way to get out of eating the weird vegetables was to throw them back at Sophie, successfully covering her bright orange glop-y stuff.
Sophie shrieked as a blast of it hit her, and Keefe found himself doubled over with laughter. This was hilarious.
"Fine! You can just starve if you keep acting like this. See if I care!" Sophie had shouted, stomping out of the enclosure. She wiped the back of her hand over her face in an attempt to wipe off the grime, but only succeeded in smearing it around more.
"You're gonna need a pretty epic shower after that you know!" Keefe shouted across the field, catching her attention. She grinned when she saw who it was, and started heading over to him.
"I know Mr. Obvious." She called back sarcastically. Keefe smirked. It waes rare that he got to see her sarcastic side, and he loved when he did.
"Well, just saying, you don't want to go around smelling like... Like whatever weird food that is." He saw Sophie roll her eyes as she got ever closer, and brought the smell with her. "And whoa, that reeks more than gulons!" He added, dramatically pinching his nose in a sign of disgust.
"Yeah, well at least you're not the one who's covered in it! How do you think I feel?" Keefe chuckled as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking adorable, as always. She stuck out her tongue at him.
"Why are you here anyway?" Sophie asked curiously. Keefe's features darkened as he recalled the events with the argument with his father. Sophie seemed to get what had happened from his expression. "Well, I would come over and give you a hug or something, but I doubt that you'd appreciate being covered in mashed up gahana root." Sophie told him with a small smile.
"Well, given Verdi's reaction to this so called 'Gahana root' I'll pass." Keefe said, grinning. "But who knows, maybe Verdi just has bad taste! After all, she doesn't seem to like you, And anyone who doesn't like the Mysterious Miss. F defiantly has bad taste." Even when she was covered in bright orange Gahana root, he could see her blush like mad and pull her hair around half of her face. And Keefe found himself staring. She was so beautiful.
Her happy and silly state was something that was rare back then, while she was haunted by memories of the Neverseen. Of course, she was still haunted. They all were. But time really had helped heal, and they all seemed better, especially Sophie. Back then, she never smiled, and nightmares came every night. That was still his all-time favorite page.
But, while that was his favorite, it wasn't the first. The sketchbook had started right after he came back home from the Neverseen. He remembered the nights he had stayed in Jolies room because he didn't have the courage to face his father. He remembered being Woken up from the sound of Sophie screaming, and when he went to check on her, she was curled up into a ball, sobbing. It broke his heart to see her like that. He remembered the rest of the nights, where she never slept. She used some of Biana's make-up to try and cover the circles under her eyes that were so dark, they looked like bruises. He remembered that going on for a week until Keefe had finally done something about it. He stormed into her room in the middle of the night, ignoring Sandor's complaints, and pulled Sophie into a tight hug. He remembered the initial surprise as she dropped the book she was reading, and then when she tried to convince him she was fine and he should go back to sleep. He wouldn't listen as he pulled her closer and buried his face in her hair. Grady was just about to step in to get Keefe out of his daughter's room when Sophie finally broke down.
It was the first time Keefe had seen her cry for a long time. During the war, she had learned how to shield herself from all emotion. He never really understood it, but she just described it as 'Tying up all the emotions' He knew that it was probably for the best that she knew how to do that, but he could see the strain it put of her. And they weren't at war anymore. She could let herself feel now, without fear that her emotions would overpower her. And she did. Keefe could still feel the tidal wave of emotions that crashed down on him as she finally let herself feel. She had buried her face into his chest, letting his tunic collect her tears. She had wrapped her arms around his neck trying to pull him closer, and he gently stroked her hair, telling her comforting things like 'It will be okay' and 'Shhhh' and "I'm here.' Keefe remembered once Sophie had cried all she could, how she looked up into his eyes. Her eyes were red and puffy, and still filled with tears, but she just looked better.
"Thank you." Sophie said it so quietly that for a second, Keefe thought that he had imagined it. But as he looked into her warm honey brown eyes that were filled with gratitude he whispered
"You're welcome." Keefe looked at her eyes again. The wetness from the tears had wiped away most of the make-up she used to try and hide her dark circles, and he was reminded of how tired she must be. "Let's get you to bed." He said softly. Sophie shook her head wildly and buried herself back into his chest. He gently pulled her face away from his chest so he could look into her eyes, but she wouldn't look at him. Keefe gently placed his hand on her chin, guiding it so she looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes, which were currently filled with fear. "What are you afraid of?" He asked quietly.
Sophie looked away again as she told him "I'm afraid of going back into the darkness." Keefe lightly put a finger on her chin and lifted her face so she was looking into his eyes again.
"Then I'll stay with you. That way, you won't have to go into the darkness alone. Will that help?" Sophie gazed up at him as she nodded her head yes. Keefe smiled down at her as he swooped her up into her arms, causing her to let out a small yelp. However, once she realized what was going on, she smiled her first real smile in months. He had forgotten how beautiful she looked when she smiled like that. Her whole face lit up and her eyes crinkled around the corners a little. Before he knew it, he was smiling too as he carried her over to her bed, and placed her down, then used the sheets to tuck her into bed. Finally, he dragged the chair she had at her desk over next to her bed, and sat down. He took her hand in his, just to remind her that he was there, and she was out like a light before you could say 'Mallowmelt' Keefe remembered looking down at her sleeping face, and that was when he knew: He loved her. Of course, he had had a crush on her for the longest time, but that was when he really knew that he loved her more than just a crush. He loved her, and wanted to always be at her side, to always be there for her and vise versa. And that was how his sketchpad started.
All of those memories came flashing back to Keefe in less than a moment when Sophie was still snoring, but it reminded him just how much he loved her. She wasn't just some girl. She was the girl who always had, and always would, hold the heart of the trouble maker known as Keefe Sencen.
Yeah, he was so going to keep drawing her.
Okay, so that is 1,607 words that I can't read without cringing. But then again, I can't read any of my writing without cringing, so maybe it's okay. Tell me in the reviews! Bye lovelies!