A/N: Hey guys! Sorry, I know I should be working on More Than Meets The Eye, but I saw a list of roommate prompts on Pinterest and they spoke to me. I think we could all use a little more Sokeefe in our lives. I hope y'all enjoy!

"Soph, do you have any chips?" Fitz yells.

Sophie winces. They do have chips, but if Fitz gets into them, they'll be gone in minutes. She doesn't want to lie, though…

"In the center cupboard. Salt and vinegar," she tells him, sighing internally. She's sitting on the floor, leaning against the ratty couch she and Keefe picked up from the side of the road.

He had wanted to get away from his abusive parents, and she was tired of feeling like she didn't belong, tired of being the only out and proud bisexual girl in a town that always votes red. So they left their hometown the second senior year ended, found the shittiest, cheapest apartment available, and signed up for college classes online.

It was weird, living together. They had been so familiar before, protecting each other, always ready with a shoulder to cry on. After moving in, Keefe had become more distant somehow. Maybe now that they were finally safe (safe as you can be in the darkest parts of the city), he didn't need her. Or maybe it was because their friends were always over.

Take right now, for example. Fitz is sitting on top of the mini fridge, eating the last of the chips. Biana and Dex (Sophie's cousin) are on the couch, playing Mario Kart on Dex's DIY Nintendo switch. Linh is showing Keefe the millionth picture of her bearded dragon, and her twin, Tam, is singing along to the music blasting from his Bluetooth speaker.

Every day they drive over. They're all super rich (like Sophie and Keefe used to be), so they can spend as much on gas as they want. They crowd into the tiny apartment, filling it with their noise and gossip and love. God, Sophie loves them too, but when they arrive she's just gotten home from her 10-hour shift, reeking of salt and grease. She wants to take a shower and a nap, but she still has seven hours of assignments to work through. The music is blasting and Linh is shoving a phone in her face and GOD SHE CAN'T FOCUS.

She and Keefe miraculously have the weekend off from work or assignments. All she really wants to is curl up on the couch and watch a bad rom-com on Netflix, or video chat with her parents. All these people are too much. Sophie needs a break. She glances at Keefe and jerks her head. He nods.

"Can everybody listen please?" He yells as loudly as he dares, not wanting to disturb the neighbors. Biana looks over and drives off the edge. Tam turns the music down. Fitz continues munching on chips. "Look, we love you guys, and we love having you around, but Foster and I…"

"We need a break." Sophie tugs at an eyelash. "Some space. Some time alone."

"Some time alone?" Fitz raises an eyebrow. "Alone alone?"

"I don't know what you mean." Sophie tugs harder.

Tam snickers. Biana looks back and forth between Sophie and Keefe, her mouth in a perfect O. Dex looks confused.

"Whatever you guys are thinking, you're wrong," Keefe says, crossing his arms over his chest. He's playing it cool, but Sophie can tell he's getting flustered. Her cheeks are burning.

"I'm not… we're not… you all have the wrong idea." She can't pull hard enough on her eyelashes to diffuse the stress of this situation. She begins yanking on her hair.

"Sure." Tam rolls his eyes.

"Guys, be nice!" Linh says, leaning over to shove Tam on the shoulder. "Sophie, Keefe, I just want you to know that we'll always be here for you, even as your relationship changes."

"Oh. My. God." Sophie buries her head in her hands.

"We'll leave you be now!" Linh's slipping her phone into her pocket, pulling on her coat. Fitz hops off the mini fridge and throws the chip bag in the trash. Biana mouths "call me" at Sophie. Dex waves goodbye, still looking confused.

"Why do we need to leave?" He asks Biana.

"Isn't it obvious? They're going to have sex! Although why anyone would want to do it on a mattress on the floor is beyond me..." Biana replies. The door slams shut, her words still ringing in the tiny apartment.

"Oh my God," Sophie repeats. She does not lift her head. "I just wanted to watch a fucking movie with my fucking roommate, and now they all think I'm fucking my roommate."

"Hey now, Foster." He sits down next to her, and she leans against him. "It's okay. It doesn't matter what they think we're doing."

"But it does matter!" Her voice is getting thick, and she can tell she's about to cry. "They're all I have. Them and you. I left my town, my school, my stupid, loving parents, just because things were hard. I thought it would get easier. I thought it would be better, having our own place where I can hang up my flag and love whoever I want. But it just keeps getting… getting harder…" Her sentence dissolves into tears.

Keefe pulls her into his arms, rubbing slow circles on her back. "Shhh, Foster, it's okay. I'm here. You're okay. We're okay."

Eventually, she lifts her head up. She opens her eyes. She sees Keefe staring at her, so full of love. She feels his arms around her, holding her together like she's done for him so many times before, and it feels so right.

She cups his face in her hand and kisses him.

She tastes the salt of her tears on his lips, and it isn't perfect. She isn't perfect. She loves him, though, and that's all she needs.

When they break away, the first thing she says is "I don't want to have sex."

Keefe laughs, and it's a garbled noise, and he's crying too. "I've worried about this for so long, and then you just… God. Sophie."

"We're a mess." She doesn't wipe her tear tracks away. "I love you. And I thought it was only one kind of love, but then…" She pauses and stares at him. "You called me Sophie." Another pause. "We can do this. We can try, at least. But before we do, I have one question for you. Several questions, actually."

"I have some too." His gaze is making her nervous. "You first."

Sophie takes a deep breath. "Does it bother, that I like girls? That I've kissed girls before? That I want them just as much as I want any guy?"

Keefe looks confused. "What? No."

"Worse, do you like it? Are you going to ask for a threesome? Want me to kiss a girl in front of you so you can jack off?" Her voice is tight with pent-up anger, not at him, but at people who ask her questions like these.

"No, I would never-"

She cuts him off. "Do you think I'm tainted goods?"

"Sophie, stop!" He grabs her hands. "Have people said these things to you?"

She nods.

"I can't believe… God, really? That's… that's disgusting. I can't…" He fixes his eyes on her. "I do not think any of those things about you. Ever. I never have and I never will. Okay?"

She nods again, and it feels like release. An awkward pause as she settles back against the couch. "You can ask your question now."

"I don't need to…"

"You do. I'm ready. So go." She nudges him with her shoulder, and it all spills out.

"Can you handle me? Can you handle how broken I am? How I can't ever take baths, only showers? How I can't play rugby or football with Fitz anymore, because it feels too much like fighting? Can you handle the panic attacks? The distrust? Do you know how afraid I am of being alone?" He stops, breath heaving, and she waits, because he isn't done. "If this doesn't work, will you leave me behind? Like she always did?"

Sophie slips her hand into his, trying to think of the right thing to say. "They never broke you. You may be bruised and bleeding, but you have never been broken. Even if we can't be like this, you will always be my closest friend. I'll always be here to stitch you back together again." She pulls her hand away and gently, gently runs her fingers through his hair, free of the gel he used to use. The smell makes him sick now. He lets her do it, and they are calm and warm.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" They scroll through Netflix, and when he clicks play, she knows they'll be okay.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I want to update again soon. Please follow, favorite, and review, and if you have any roommate prompts, please share them with me. Have a nice day!

Love,

Luna