Ok, so, here we are Chapter 12!

A random hurricane (Probably Hurricane Matthew): You are so slow

A/N: I'd like to see you do twelve chapters...

Hurricane Matthew: Okay. Here it is:

SOPHIE:

Oh, dear. I was late. I wasn't used to being late.

Keefe met me beside the door, which was a beam of light. I figured that there was a beam of light because they needed a bigger place for the dance, and Foxfire wasn't that big or fancy.

"Late again? I knew it," he smirked.

"Haha. more like trying to escape the pyramid of doom," I said. "And you're late, too."

"Because I knew that you'd be here."

"Oh, really?" I asked. "How about we do not go to the dance?"

"Why not? If you're not up for a lot of people making stunned faces at you..." He said, looking at her. I felt myself blushing.

"What you're supposed to say was, 'You look very handsome and that's obvious because you're the kind of good-hair land.'" Keefe said, making a mimic (Not very convincingly) of me.

"Ha. Nice try. That didn't sound anything like me."

"That didn't sound anything like me," Keefe copied her.

I kicked him lightly. "What? I know you're like, 'Wow, that was so like me that I thought that I was talking to myself,' right?" He mimicked me again.

"Well, obviously, you are a polygot," I said the last part in ogreish.

"Better not do that, Foster," he said, "Don't want to summon any ogres."

"Says the boy who was speaking ogreish and wasn't even recognizing it," came a voice from the trees. The figure stepped out.

"Ro!" Keefe said and went to hug the ogre.

"Alright, alright," Ro said, "I'm never going to let you out of my reach ever again."

Suddenly, Magnate Leto (I knew that it was Mr. Forkle) poked his head in the door.

Well, not in the door- in the doorway. (Author's notes{A/N}: Hurricane, you're so immature-

Hurricane {matthew}: Immature stands for boring. I searched it up.

A/N: {Author's name}: Whatever. You keep typing.)

"Magnate Leto!" I said.

"You kids," he said, "Why don't you come in?"

I shuffled my feet. "Uh... Because I don't want to dance?" I asked.

"Well, the party is not just for dancing. Come on in," He said before any of us could argue.

"Well- I'm not going," Ro said. "Sparkle overload."

"Ro, come in," Leto said, "It'll be fun."

"If I have to." Ro's voice made it seem like she was going through torture. Maybe she was.

We went in. "Let's stick together," Keefe said. "Well. Not really. I don't have glue." (A/N: Again with the immature?

Hurricane: Haha. Did you like it so far though?

A/N: Sure. Now, I'll do it)

"I mean so that we don't lose each other," Keefe corrected.

Ro reluctantly went in with us.

"Whoa," Keefe said. It was whoa.

There were black walls, a band (Called Poosible) a stage, (Dancing. Ugh.) tables in the middle, filled with cake, muffins, ice cream, juice, mallowmelt, custard bursts, pizza, prattles, fruit animals, and other stuff that I didn't know what it was.

"Wow," Ro breathed. {H/N: [Hurricane's Notes] Did you know Wow is Mom upside down? I didn't know that till I hurricanes over it and because Mom! A/N: Can't you stay silent?!}

"wow" topped it. "I changed my mind. Elves are cool."

"Who said we weren't?" Keefe asked.

I hadn't actually thought of us as "elves". We seemed more like humans than elves- Humans with magic.

"Y'know, I've never actually thought of us as elves," Keefe said, saying my thoughts.

"Yeah. Me neither," I said quietly.

Ro had gone to the buffet table and began to eat some mallowmelt and custard bursts.

I laughed. "Let's go."

We made our way to the buffet table. "I bet Edaline made some of this," I said.

"Why? Because all this is so delicious?"

"Nope. Because some of this stuff is human," I replied. "Nobody would've thought of this."

"And good thing that your mom did," A silky voice.

Linh was in a silver dress, with a silver crown with hints of diamond on them, and had pulled the strands of hair at the sides (Which were more silver than usual, I noticed).

I caught Keefe staring at her.

I bumped his side.

"Ow," He said. "I was just comparing you to her. Nope, you win."

I rolled my eyes. "Right."

Suddenly, Wylie (I hadn't noticed him until he did that) made a ball of light and rose it to the highest point, in the middle of the roof. He made it flash, and I wondered if it was flashing by itself, or Wylie made it flash.

Everyone stared up at it, saying "Whoa."

Then, Biana and Tam went over to us. "Heyy," Biana said. "All of you look great."

"So do you," I replied. Biana beamed. I looked at Tam. He was shadowy and silver and black, as usual. It looked like Tam did nothing to dress up, like he didn't care. Biana might've been shouting at Tam.

"What? I dressed up," Tam said, looking at their stares.

"How?" We all asked for simulations.

"Oh. Well, I washed, combed, and put on new clothes," He said, rolling his eyes.

Now that he said it, he looked new and shiny.

"AWhat, so before, you wore the same clothes every day?" Keefe asked.

"Uhm, yeah," Tam said. "Black Everyday."

"Oh! So you never change! Ever!" Keefe said, doubling over.

"Umm... So?"

"So that means, you don't change in a year. The spring festival is every April 1," He explained to me. "So... Stinky Tam!" He started laughing.

Tam narrowed his eyes and brought out some shadows, and aimed them at Keefe.

"Oh, come on," he said, "I know that you won't."

"No," He said, "I won't." he sighed and made it disappear.

Biana glanced at him. "Let's go," she said, "To the buffet table! Have you eaten the round thing with pepperoni and cheese and bread?"

"No."

"Well, you sh-" her voice trailed off.

I took Keefe's hand. "Let's dance," I said.

He looked at me. "I thought you couldn't."

"I can't," I laughed.

Keefe snorted.

After a while, he said- "Do you feel the same about me right now, was it the same amount as Wonderboy?"

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"When you liked him."

"Nah. I think he's spoiled."

Keefe laughed.

"I don't think that he's much to..."

"To what?" I asked.

"Nothing. By the way, I found this," He said, bringing out a brown book.

I tried to grab it, but Keefe said "Nuh-uh-uh," which the sound alone was annoying.

"Why? Can't I see?"

"Nope. That holds some secrets that you can't know and is not yours," He said.

I sighed. "Oh well."

"Don't you try to steal it," Keefe said, Saying my thoughts again.

"I won't."

"Promise," He said.

"I will- Won't," I said, correcting myself.

Before Keefe could say anything, I pressed my lips to his.

That's it. I might make one about Fitzphie...

Okay- Joking. Really, Bianagirl1020, I'm not joking, you really are killing me.

Yeah- I don't mind, but it will mean so much to me if it's Sokeefe- Thanks but you don't have to.

So anyway, that's it. Byeeeeee!