Hello! This is my first fanfiction ever - please don't hate it! I need to get into habit *puts on exercise gear* LET'S DO THIS! (I do not know what ships to do - I definetly do not want Dophie, no offense, but something irregular, like Tophie. But I like the originals, Foster-Keefe and Sophitz)

Sophie?" a voice asked. She snapped out of it and realized she was holding a box of swizzlespice for the animals.

Recently, only been a few weeks ago, Mr. Forkle had died, and Amy was discovered. Her human parents had been "kidnapped. They so much other things have happened. The Black Swan took her away. No matter how much she would ask Tiergan or Alden, they just told her to be patient.

Oralie had given her the Wanderling seed for him, and Sophie kept it with her at all times.

She looked up to see the beautiful teal eyes of a handsome boy. Her heart fluttered.

"Hey," Sophie said. He smiled a movie-worthy smile.

"Hey," he returned. Sophie suddenly felt self-conscious to the fact that, once again, she was in her work clothes, and it smelled horrible. He was, as usual, looking good in a fitted black tunic and brown pants. "So, um, how are you?

"Good? You?"

"Um . . . good. So, about the other day before Keefe interrupted - "

"Oh yeah, um, that." Sophie said awkwardly.

"So, uh. . . . "

"Yo, Foster! Fitzipoo!" Keefe yelled, striding up to them, splitting them apart. Fitz scowled, and Keefe's smile faded. He turned to Sophie.

"Foster, how's your sister?" he asked seriously.

"I don't know yet," Sophie admitted, "Apparently she's 'in a state of immense shock' and 'seeing her will do no good'. And the Alden favorite - 'No reason to worry'."

"Whew - someone's bitter!"

"That is not a good thing, don't make this into a joke."

"Jeez, I just need to up the mood! If I only had a big bucket of glittery poop - "

"I scooped it all out a few days ago."

"Aw. How's glitter-"

"I was talking to Sophie," Fitz scowled.

"I just wanted to talk to her." Keefe said.

"And now you're done."

"Hold it, Fitzy! I am not done."

"Well, I am not either," he replied.

Sophie skeptically looked between them, but too worn to do anything or even think about what was actually going on. They stood nose to nose, glaring hard at each other.

"Try to make me-" Fitz began, put Sophie sighed. they looked at her.

"Please stop," she said, "I am tired of this. Why can't you just be friends like you used to."

"But things are NOT as they used to be," Fitz said.

"Look, dude," Keefe said, for once actually serious, "I want things to be the same. but things have changed. and you know I did not really did not betray you! It was an act!"

"An act? An ACT?" Fitz said, "You gave them the cache-"

"I got it back!"

"You still-"

"Guys," Sophie said. They stopped and looked at her again. "Every time that we see you guys together, you always go and start fighting. What's the real reason why this is happening?"

They both stayed silent and glared at each other. And Sophie stomped inside.

Later as Sophie was lying on her bed at night, staring at nothing, she heard taps on her window, then saw Keefe's face at the window. Sophie hurried to open the it.

"Keefe, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check up on you," he said. he looked around. "Trying to sleep?"

"How did you figure that out?"

"I just can," Keefe said. Sophie rolled her eyes.

"Geez, you are in a bad mood today!" Keefe said.

"Shut up, you'll wake up my parents. You'd better race home, before they or Sandor hear you. I bet he can already hear you."

"Yes I can," came his squeaky voice.

"Wassup, Gigantor?"

"Keefe, please go."

He looked at her, face frowning as she looked worried. "Okay, Foster. Good night."

As he levitated down, she smiled. "Good night," she said, because she couldn't help it.