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ON WITH THE STORY! (oh yeah, I don't own anything... only over 100 books! Yeah, yeah, call me a nerd. But it takes one to know one, buddy)

"Go on," Keefe said, gesturing to the moss hanging in front of me. I had never really took notice of this place. It was just off of campus, and was very, I don't know, normal. All there was to see was some moss hanging between two rocks. I shrugged and pushed through the soft green curtain.

"Wow," I breathed, finally looking around at my surroundings. Keefe had (rudely) took me to one of the most beautiful places I've been to. In front of me was a secluded little natural nook covered with lichen, creating crude cushions. A small waterfall trickled down one wall and ended in a smooth, sparkling pond. I looked up and saw the stars winking back down at me. I couldn't help but think that in the human world, a place like this would have been wiped out in seconds.

I studied Keefe, who studied me. He looked sort of... Worried?

"Why'd you bring me here?" I asked quietly.

"Well, you seemed, erm, I felt that you were sort of overwhelmed, and I always come to here when I need a break, and I thought you might like it..." Keefe rambled, trailing off. Keefe? Being awkward? What?

I snickered a little, then started full-out laughing.

"What?" Keefe demanded, startled at my sudden change in mood.

"It's just," I gasped out, "you!"

"What about me?"

"You're never like this!"

"Like what?" You didn't have to be an Empath to tell that Keefe was getting annoyed.

I gulped down air, trying to stop my giggling fit. After a few moments, I got myself under control.

"You're always so smooth and, um, not like this," I said, struggling to find words.

"Like what?" Keefe repeats, though in a less agitated tone.

"Awkward," I stated solemnly, then grinned.

"I still don't understand what's so funny about that!" he said, pink brushing across his cheeks.

This time I was the one to smirk. "You wouldn't understand."

"Of course I wouldn't," Keefe said, sarcasm dripping off of his words.

I stayed silent, instead looking around at my (noticeably) beautiful surroundings again. I walked over to the edge of the pond and slipped off one shoe to dip my toes in the water.

"I wouldn't do that," Keefe warned, amusement evident in his voice.

"Why?" I asked, inching my foot closer to the water.

"Oh, it's nothing."

I looked at him suspiciously, then glanced at down, my big toe hovering centimeters above the glassy water. It can't be that bad, I thought. Plus, what is life without a little risk? (Quote from my buddy Sirius!)

I grinned rebelliously at Keefe and slipped my foot into the waiting liquid. I gasped, a curious sensation having crawled up my leg. It felt like I had stuck my whole limb in freezing mud, then bathed it in scalding hot water. While it was being gnawed on by little fish. I yanked my toes out of the seemingly-innocent water as fast as humanly (or Elvenly) possible.

"What the hell is that?" I gasped, sitting down abruptly and massaging the affected appendage to make sure it hadn't fallen off.

Keefe smirked and settled next to me. "It's completely harmless."

"That," I said through gritted teeth, "did not answer my question. I repeat:" I jabbed my finger at the pond for emphasis, "What is that?"

"Oh, just something I came up with," he responded cheerily. "You see, I also use this little area to concoct many of my famous, or shall we say, infamous, pranks. This here is my latest, greatest one. I call it..." Here he paused, drawing out the silence for extra dramatic flair. "The G.O.O.P!"

"Goop? That's your 'greatest creation'?"

"THE G.O.O.P," Keefe corrected me. "It's an acronym."

"For?" I prompted, motioning with my hands to keep going.

Keefe looked at me like it would be obvious. "The Great Obstreperous Odd Prank, of course." (Obbbb-vvioouussssllyyy... That one's for Lydia)

"Okaaaaaaaaay," I said. "But what is it -"

"The G.O.O.P."

"What is The G.O.O.P. for, anyway?"

"The perfect moment."

I just looked at him weirdly. "I am not going to even pretend to understand that brain of yours."

Keefe laughed and scooted back to lean against the rocks. I followed suit, still rubbing my leg.

We sat and stared at the stars, enjoying each other's company.

"How'd you find this place?" I asked, shattering the still air.

"Hm?" Keefe mumbled, jolting out of his thoughts. "Oh, well, I..." He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, and only then did I realize how close our hands had been. Not that I had minded.

While Keefe stuttered (for the second time that night!) I used the time to take in his appearance. All night I had avoided looking at him in fear of being caught, but now I had an excuse. Keefe was wearing a simple yet classyblue tunic that complemented his eyes and had come un-tucked from his slacks. His blonde locks, as usual, were messy, but artfully so. It made me want to run my fingers through his hair to try and tame it. His eyes... were looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"No," I replied sheepishly. Keefe sighed.

"What I said was, I found this place around the day I met you." he tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"How?" I asked, intrigued.

"Not telling," Keefe said, tilting his chin upwards, probably to hide how glassy his eyes had become. Keefe never tears up, so I needed to dig deeper into this topic.

"Please tell me?" I pleaded, making puppy-dog eyes.

"No."

"Please?"

"Still no."

"I'll do anything for you," I said desperately. The sole thing that bugs me the most is when somebody tells you something, then doesn't elaborate on it.

"Okay," Keefe said, a smirk flitting across his mouth. Oh no, I thought, what have I gotten myself into this time?

"'Kay. Deal. Now spill," I prompted.

Keefe suddenly became very interested with a piece of moss he had picked off of the wall. He fiddled with it until I suddenly grabbed his hands. Started, Keefe looked up at me.

"Stop," I said gently, still firmly grasping his hands. "You know, if it's really personal, you don't have to tell me."

"I know," he said, just as softly. "But I want to tell someone.

We sat there for a little bit longer, both frozen and waiting for the other to say something. I eventually nodded at Keefe, prompting him to start talking.

"Well, it was after a particularly vicious argument with my dad, you know, when I thought he was the evil one." I nodded again, remembering when Keefe had still sort of liked at least one parent. "I just stormed out angrily and went on a walk. I don't even remember what we were arguing about. Probably something stupid." He forced a humorless laugh. "I walked all the way here, I was so steamed up." I felt my eyes widen. I didn't even know how far away Candleshade was from Foxfire, but it had to be miles. Keefe laughed at my expression, a real laugh, too.

"Yeah, I spent most of the day just walking. Eventually, I found myself here." Suddenly, his eyes darkened. "I loved it here and wanted to stay forever. But, unfortunately, there was that obstacle of my parents. They went through the roof when I left and didn't come back. I figured they would be looking for me, so luckily I went somewhere else. They didn't find my secret place, but they found me. That was one of the first times my dad actually hurt me. He must have been angry, or worried, or both, and he just lost control. He slapped me."

I felt so horrible that Keefe had to go through all of these family troubles. He must have sensed my sorrow, for he said, "Hey. Look at me."

I looked into his (gorgeous) eyes, shifting a little bit. Keefe moved his hands so he could interlace them with mine. "This wasn't supposed to be a pity party for me. Just a place for you to relax." I nodded, but couldn't help my melancholy mood from staying.

Keefe's eyes suddenly gleamed, and he tried to pull his hands from my grasp. Predicting his move, I gripped his fingers, preventing him from tickling me.

"Oh, no you don't!" I said, already losing my clutch on his digits. With a triumphant roar, Keefe launched himself at me. I shrieked, trying to move quickly, but my still-slightly-numb leg was not very helpful. I sort of ended up flailing like a fish on land. Talk about embarrassing!

Keefe grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him, and started tickling me. I gasped for air, screeching and laughing the entire time.

Finally, Keefe ran out of vigor and we collapsed in a heap, snickering and panting. We laid there for a while, just staring at the night sky and trying to get our breath back.

Getting bored of watching the stars I had already memorized, I peeked over at Keefe. He was staring at me, a curious look in his eyes. It suddenly dawned on me how close our faces were, and how we were completely tangle up in each other. But I didn't want to move.

Keefe leaned toward me. My mind was a jumbled mess. Oh my gosh he's going to kiss me how do you kiss? Are my lips chapped?EEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP! Eventually, I think my brain just short-circuited, then imploded on itself when his lips touched mine.

Keefe's lips were soft and sweet. After a moment, I responded, kissing him back. Our mouths fit perfectly together, and I snaked my hands up his neck to trace patterns in his hair. I don't know how long we laid there, lip-locked, but eventually we broke apart, in desperate need of oxygen.

Realizing what I just did, I pulled back quickly. Or tried to. Keefe still had his arms around my waist, and my hands were still tangled in his blonde locks.

"Chill, Foster," Keefe said, pulling me closer to him. I'm sure just then my face matched my dress perfectly.

"What was that for?" I asked, still squirming in his embrace. Keefe just held me tighter.

"What? Kissing you? I don't know," he said. "But I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

"That is the most cheesy thing I've heard come out of your mouth," I said, giving up on my escape plans.

"Oh yeah," Keefe said, grinning. "One more thing."

"What?"

"Remember that deal we made earlier? Where you had to do anything I said?" Keefe asked.

"Yeah..." I said apprehensively.

"Kiss me again."

Hope you guys liked it! I know, it was super cheesy, sorry, but they just needed to kiss! This isn't the end of this story, I promise. I would like your guys' opinion on what should happen next, though. I have a plan for one more chapter, and that might be it. Thanks SO MUCH for reading!

Oh yeah... And Meredith?

GET BETTER SOON SO YOU CAN GET YOUR BUTT BACK TO GYM! Or else I'll have to do all of your bragging about the meet for you!

Until next time, my lovely lambkins! ;)