Author's Note: Everyone reading this, let's celebrate the official death of Fitzphie! The Fitzphie ship sailed. . .

And then it hit Keefe the iceberg and sank faster than you could say "titanic". Let's hope Sokeefe is endgame!

As someone very important and amazing once said, "Team Foster-Keefe will always be better!"

"Hey, Sophie!" someone said.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes and squinting. Had she forgotten to close the curtains? Then, she remembered where she was. Keefe's house. The last thing she remembered was hugging Keefe. . . he must have put her in her sleeping bag.

Biana was standing over her. "Good, you're awake!"

"Finally," Linh said. "The boys are still unconscious, and we've realized that no matter how loud we are, they won't wake up."

Sophie laughed. "Really?"

Biana nodded. "They are still asleep. It's, like, seven o'clock already. How?"

Linh giggled. "The sun's up and we're talking loudly. Boys."

"By the way," Biana added. "You talk in your sleep. You said something about pockets? You were basically saying the word pockets over and over."

Sophie laughed and stood up. "That's funny. I had no idea."

"Let's go get a snack," Sophie suggested.

Biana shrugged. "I would feel weird. . . I've never been to Keefe's house before yesterday."

Sophie smiled. "I know my way around, and Keefe won't mind."

"If he won't mind, then let's go," Linh decided.

The three of them walked into Keefe's house and Linh and Biana followed Sophie to the kitchen.

"So," Biana said, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "Sophie. How do you know so much about Keefe's house?"

Sophie blushed. "I come over a lot."

Linh looked confused. "Wait a second. Are you and Keefe. . . like, a couple?"

Sophie's face turned bright red. "No! No, we're just friends!"

"Both of them like each other and won't admit that the other one likes them back," Biana summarized. "It's funny to watch, actually. Everyone else knows."

"That's not true," Sophie insisted.

Linh laughed. "That's ridiculous. What about Fitz? He likes Sophie, too, right?"

Sophie gritted her teeth and started getting rifflepuffs out of the cabinet. She didn't want to think about Fitz right now. She couldn't think about him without wanting to punch something, or someone. Preferably Fitz himself.

"Sophie," Biana said. "Are you okay? You've gone pale all of a sudden. . ."

Ro walked in, saving Sophie from answering. "Hey, Blondie. Hi, Biana. Nice to see you again, Linh. Are the boys being lazy?"

Linh groaned. "They're all still asleep. We were loud and everything. It's ridiculous."

Biana shot Sophie a glance that said they would have a talk about this later.

"You know," Biana said. "Sometime, we should have a sleepover. Just us girls. The boys, too, but separately. We could all stay at Everglen for a night. We could stay in my room and the boys could stay with Fitz. That way, Ro and Grizel and Lovise could join us, too!"

"That's a great idea!" Sophie said.

Linh smiled. "All-girl party night! Sounds awesome! We could paint our nails and try on Biana's three billion gorgeous dresses and spill the tea about literally everything! It'll be great!"

Ro laughed. "It does sound fun. We can make Sandor and Woltzer go with the boys, too. I'm sure Grizel can convince Sandor, and Woltzer will probably like the break from bodyguarding Biana."

Biana giggled. "I do give him a hard time, don't I?"

"Perks of being a Vanisher," Sophie said.

"Let's go draw mustaches on the boys," Ro suggested.

"Yes!" Biana said. "I doubt they'll wake up!"

Linh pulled out a sharpie. "Here you go! I'll do Tam!"

"Dibs on Fitz," Biana said.

"I'll draw one on Dex," Sophie decided.

"Keefe is mine," Ro said, walking towards the balcony.

They drew mustaches on them with Linh's marker, and none of them woke up, which was good. Then, the girls went back inside for more food.

"I'm starving," Sophie remarked, opening the container of rifflepuffs.

"Same," Biana replied, stuffing one in her mouth.

"These are good," Linh said.

Sophie nodded.

Then, they heard a laugh from outside.

"LOOK AT BANGS BOY! HE'S GOT A MOUSTACHE!" Keefe shouted, standing up.

"YOU DO, TOO!" Dex yelled, laughing and pointing at Keefe's well-drawn handlebar moustache.

They ran outside to find Dex and Keefe laughing while Tam had a hand over the lower half of his face and was furiously trying to wipe the sharpie off. Fitz looked mostly confused.

Ro, Linh, Biana, and Sophie all started laughing.

"So. . . funny. . ." Biana said between giggles.

"They look like gentlemen," Sophie decided, laughing.

Linh was giggling so much she couldn't even talk.

"Their expressions were classic," Ro snorted.

Keefe walked over to the girls and held up a hand. "Whoever decided to do this, high five!"

Ro smacked his arm so hard that he toppled over into the grass. Sophie giggled and helped him up.

"That wasn't what I meant when I said high five," Keefe said, "but it works!"

Sophie smiled. For the briefest second, their eyes met, and Sophie was reminded of last night. He smirked at her, probably knowing exactly what she was thinking about.

"Did you dream about me, Foster?" Keefe asked, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"No," Sophie replied, teasing. "You being in it automatically made it a nightmare."

"Ohh, snap!" Ro said. "You're gonna need some ointment for that burn, Lord Funkyhair!"

Keefe faked horror and looked at Sophie. "How could you say such a thing?"

Sophie giggled. "Thought you might want a reality check. Your ego's so big that you can't see all the facts!"

"Dang," Keefe said playfully. "These insults are too much. When did Foster get so salty?"

Sophie was kinda sad that he'd called her Foster. Did last night really happen? Was it just a dream?

"But anyway," Keefe said, oblivious to her confusion, "let's go get food!"

Sophie followed him into the kitchen and grabbed the box of rifflepuffs while the others stayed outside.

"Me, Linh, and Biana ate some of these," she told him.

Keefe reached up over Sophie's head to get something out of a cabinet.

"By the way," he leaned down to whisper, "good morning, Sophie."