"What is this?" Keefe scoffed, looking through YouTube on Sophie's iPod. "Eight letters? Who names a song 'eight letters'?"
"I don't know! It's on YouTube recommended!" Sophie sighed. "Just pick a song already!"
"Fine, Ms. Sassy Pants." He stick out his tongue playfully and played the song.
She shoved him, but laid back on her bed. Keefe followed her lead and stared up at the ceiling.
You know me the best
You know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge
That, right there, is the scariest feeling
Opening and closing up again
I've been hurt so I don't trust
Now here we are, staring at the ceiling
I've said those words before but it was a lie
'What words?' Keefe thought
And you deserve to hear them a thousand times
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
Then it hit him. He counted in his head. Eight letters.
He couldn't help but look at Sophie.
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
Isn't it amazing how almost every line on our hands align
When your hand's in mine
It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign
I should speak my mind
I've said those words before but it was a lie
And you deserve to hear them a thousand times
A tear rolled down his cheek.
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space?
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
Why am I in my own way?
Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes
If all it is is eight letters
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes
If all it is is eight letters
As the song ended, Sophie looked over at Keefe, who cleared his throat and looked away. He hadn't realized he'd been staring.
"I... uh... I have to go." He said, and headed for the door.
"Wait, Keefe! What's wrong?" Her worry hit him like a bag of bricks.
"Nothing, Foster. I'm fine."
"Keefe, you're crying!" She said. "What's wrong?"
More tears spilled out. If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, Keefe!" She said. "Just tell me what's wrong!"
"Foster..." She had come closer, and when he turned around, she was only a few inches away. "I..."
It's only eight letters, Keefe. He told himself. He took a deep breath.
"I love you." He closed his eyes. "And I'm sorry. I know it's unfair. I know you like Fitz. I just... couldn't keep it in any longer. I'm sorry."
Sophie turned over to Keefe, who was... crying.
"I... uh... I have to go." He said.
"Wait, Keefe! What's wrong!?"
"Nothing, Foster. I'm fine."
Obviously not. "Keefe, you're crying! What's wrong?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Yes it does, Keefe!" Sophie said, exasperated. "Just tell me what's wrong!" She pleaded.
He turned around, their faces closer than she had thought they would be.
"Foster... I..."
She was so busy searching her mind for what had made him cry, she hadn't realized he had spoken.
"I love you."
After that, she didn't hear anything. He loved her. And that was when she realized that she loved him, too. Not a silly crush, like Fitz. But loved him, really, really, loved him. And she also realized that everything, everything, he'd done... was for her. Joining the Neverseen. Fighting the ogre king. Everything.
His lips stopped moving, and she stood on her tippy toes to reach her arms around his neck and press her lips to his.
All Keefe could think about was how wrong everything he was saying would sound to her.
Something warm pressed against his lips, and his eyes popped open in surprise.
Sophie was... kissing him. He let out a surprised squeak, and Sophie had to pull away to laugh. Her breath smelled like peppermints.
He met her beautiful eyes with his, and smiled hopefully.
"You taste like peppermints." He laughed, then kissed her again, her arms still wrapped around his neck.
Keefe leaned down, but didn't break the kiss. What is he—
Sophie yelped into his mouth as he picked her up easily.
They broke apart as Keefe carried her over to sit on the bed.
"No wonder the Neverseen captures you so easily. You're so light!"
She rolled her eyes, but kissed him again.
His hands rested on her hips, sending heat to places it shouldn't have.
As he pushed back a bit, something hard pressed against her leg.
She broke the kiss and raised her eyebrows playfully.
"I'll take a cold shower later." He said, stepping back and taking his warmth with him.
"Or we could help it some other way." She suggested.
His eyes widened in realization. "Are you sure?"
She nodded and pulled him back, kissing him.
Please review and tell me if i should make another chapter (that would be a lemon continuation of this)
