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I'm baacccccckk! At like, 12:00 at night. Lol ;D. But, anyway, here is the chapter for day two of Seven Days of Foster-Keefe: A Trickster and her Mysterious Mr.F(genderbend SoKeefe) Sorry if the characters are too OOC, but with the switched genders I kinda intended it. Inspired by BuddingWriter101- thank you again for your help in my writing! Enjoy ;D. Sorry it's shorter than the last.

Eris: Keefe.

Sam: Sophie.

Warning: Light cursing in this chapter. Why did I write this?

Bored.

That was the first thing Eris thought as she lay sprawled on the bench, her arm behind her head for support of her awesome, tangled mess of blonde hair, that, paired with her usual devilish grin, made her come off as a trickster at first glance, her legs hanging lazily off the benches seat. She didn't even care that the pleated skirt of her foxfire uniform had begun to hike up to show off the inner thigh of her stockinged legs- why not give passerby's a view as they stumbled through the seemingly endless halls of the most prestigious school in the Lost Cities, despite being amusingly named after a fungus? The blonde elf could think of one aggravating mentor who would be grateful for such a view.

Sooooo boooorrrrreeeed, her mind groaned out again. Isn't there anything to do here?

Her thoughts couldn't help but drift to the new student who'd only just recently graced these halls three days ago, Sam Foster, or Mysterious Mr.F as she liked to call him: and the name fit, considering the guy had just curiously shown up in Lost Cities out of nowhere after twelve years. Naturally, Eris couldn't help but be curious of the little short-stack. After all, behind Marella- and really, no could beat the tiny angry pixie who always had ears open and feet pounding against the floor like a gazelle for any dirt of any kind- the trickster was the biggest gossip in the whole school, and this dude was the largest news to come to it since the Great Gulon Incident- something she was TOTALLY not involved with in any of way, of course.

Eris's train of thought was fractured into slivers as the nervous shuffling of feet of someone who OBVIOUSLY had no idea where the were going, hammered at her ear drums.

"Hey! Chibi! Could you quiet it down! I'M TRYING TO SKIP CLASS HERE!" she shouted to the small blonde, whom she vaguely recognized to be a level two, as he peered almost nervously at the two identical hallways, attempting to uncover which way was the right one to his destination.

But just as soon as the words left her cupid's-bow lips, they were stolen when his forest of sun-kissed hair spun as he swiveled, and Eris met orbs with the most heavenly pair of brown eyes she had ever seen in her entire life. They reminded her of rich pools of earth- a rainbow of shading, dark at their rim, golden at the pupils, with every type of brown in between, they were such a beautiful color. And the golden flecks swimming in the vortex she was slowly being dragged into, highlighted by a halo of golden curls, twinkled in the shifting light of the halls like stars.

She had never seen iris's so soft before- so gentle. So unlike her father's cold; analytical ice blue- same as her own.

Eris was drowning, but couldn't find it in herself to care. All she wanted was to stay like this forever- blue and brown locked in an unrelenting staring contest, the slight freckles along his nose that she wanted to run a finger over and count brightened by a flush of red, his eyebrows puckered cutely in ang….wait.

"Who the hell are you calling chibi!?" he exclaimed, his loathing for the nickname edged clearly into the sharp tone he'd used with her, and, just like that, the illusion was shattered. The little brat. Didn't he know how to treat a lady?

"I don't know. Do you see any other short, annoying blondes in here," Eris replied, gesturing to the desert of a hall they found themselves in. "Or wait!- she pretended to realize, pounding her fist against her open palm as if in great discovery- do you prefer dwarf instead?"

The corkscrew of the boys teeth grinded in a sickening metallic sound that had the young Tricksters hair on the back of her neck ramrod straight. "Neither."

"Then how about teeny-weeny?" For some reason other than his rudeness with pretty girls, Eris wanted to rile him up. Maybe it was because she rather liked the shade of red of his face against his sunny hair? She could almost feel his rage radiating from twelve feet away.

W-wait a damn minute….

"No."

"Molecule?"

"No."

"Lilliputian?"

"No!"

"Pint-sized blonde?" she asked with a raise of a brow. " I'm running out of idea's here."

"N-n! You know what! I'm leaving!" And with that, he turned on his heel and stomped down the left hallway, Eris trailing closely behind, laughing. The prickly static of emotion wafting from him like a second skin felt like a wall of thorns between the two.

"Stop following me!" he cried, attempting walk robotically faster to lose her. Unfortunately for shorty over there, Eris had longer legs. Damn sexy legs- if she said so herself.

"Well, I would love to, but a certain pipsqueak- she almost chuckled at the feral growl that rumbled deep in his throat at the pet name. He was just the cutest- is so obviously lost it's sad, and, being the AMAZING person I am, I have decided to guide him."

The boy in front of the trickster elf paused, the static fluctuating- Eris had almost felt her traitorous lips grin at that- before he sighed and turned back to her.

"How did you know I was lost?" he asked, voice a whisper among the silence.

Eris shrugged. "Well, it's either that or you're skipping, and you're obviously not skipping."

The juvenile female had almost stumbled back when a foreign feeling, when those lips of his had formed into to a perfect pout, when she wondered what they would TASTE like molding against her own, to kiss the brown eyed elf. But Eris had rattled those thoughts into the back of her head with a quick shake of tousled curls.

"Why couldn't I be skipping?" he asked childishly, and Eris had almost rolled her eyes at the sheer absurdity of the sentence. There was no way Mr. perfectly pressed, immaculate hair could be skipping- it just wasn't possible.

"Are you?" she challenged, a smirk edged onto her stunning features. Much to Eris's disappointed- why was that, she wondered?- that fold of his lips fell.

"No," he admitted.

Then, for the first time since she had met the little pain in the ass, he SMILED. A real, genuine smile. At HER. Eris wished she had an imparter to capture exactly how his lovely brown eyes seemed to crinkle as his perfect teeth were put on display, how that broad grin seemed to mirror sunshine itself in its purest of forms. If he wasn't such a prick, he would have reminded the trickster of an angel- radiant and stupefying… second only to her, really.

"I'm Sam. Sam Foster," he said, extending his palm. Sam! Eris thought, her heart skipping a beat.

"I'm Eris," she introduced, taking in the plushness of his skin; the way it yielded to the slightest of touch. The girl felt every nerve in her body be set ablaze as she did and Eris swore she saw stars.

Shit, this guy's feelings were intense.

Then, she ran a hand through her hair and pushed her vocal cords to attain a higher pitch, similar to his. "Eris Sencen"

This time, she couldn't help the grin that spread from ear to ear as Sam tried to to glare at her. It was more on par though with an adorable little kitten attempting to be ferocious.

"You don't have to be so mean about it," he huffed.

Eris chuckled. "Sorry sorry, Little Grasshopper. But you're the infamous Mysterious Mr. F, huh?"

The air around Sam plummeted. "What'd you mean?"

"I mean, that you're biggest thing to come to Foxfire since the Great Gulon Incident- which, by the way, I had nothing to do with."

The brown-eyed frowned before looking back up at the girl. "Is that a bad thing?"

Eris tossed her long, blonde hair back over her shoulder. "Not at all, mini man. It just means that your popular. In fact…" a mischievous grin that some would describe as downright heinous cracked through the entirety Eris's face. " I might even think of dating you myself- that is, if you grew a few inches."

Elation. That is what inflated in the trickster's heart as Sam's face caught fire, and he turned away, stuttering. God he was cute. Eris thought she might stick around with him for a while.

"By the way, hate to ask so late, but where exactly are you going on this fine day? I think I might need to know if I am too lead you there. "