Currently in zombie state. Instead of brains though I've been hankering for waffles. Tasty waffles, with lots of syrup.

As you can see, I'm extremely tired.

Now, here's what happened to GT!

GT: *looks around* NO, NOT THIS PLACE AGAIN!

MM (mystery man): don't worry, she moved out. But she *shudders* left all her sokeefe, sophiana, and kam things here

GT: oh, thank mallowmelt. *pauses* wait, I thought she shipped sokeefe? Either way, ew.

MM: multishipper. Common for her kind.

GT: *looks around blank, empty room with NO kotlc memorabilia* nice place.

MM: I burned all her things.

GT: oh, good decision (thinking) this guy is nice.

Shadows: *twitch*

GT: ... did you see that? And what's your name?

MM: call me Igor.

Weird flute: *starts playing*

Shadows: *wiggle*

Igor: here, have a seat.

Meanwhile in the shadows:

Me: come on, let me out! He's right there!

Tam: I don't know why I agreed to help you...

Me: I gave you mallowmelt. Now lemme out!

Igor (actually MidnightBunnyy's best friend in a disguise): *winks at shadows*

Me: that's the cue!

Tam: *releases shadows*

Igor (who will henceforth be known as Bluey, for reasons unknown): *flings off cloak, revealing a kotlc shirt*

Me: *silently creeps up behind GT*

GT: IGOR! BETRAYAL!

Me: *squirts lemon juice in GT's eyes* that's for sophiana!

Me: *throws salt in papercuts* this is for kam!

Tam: *silently reads kam fanfiction*

Me: *trips* AND THIS IS FOR SOKEEFE!

Me: *throws book in face* AND SOMEONE PLEASE APPRECIATE MY REFERENCES!

GT: what does that have to do with me?!

Me: NOTHING BUT IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER!

Bluey: since there are moments that the words don't reach, doing something physically, like throwing books at your face, helps diffuse her anger. I don't know why.

GT: oh that makes sense.

Me: I DON'T *dumps unidentifiable substance on GT's head* MAKE SENSE!

Me: *shoves in box*

Cat: you forgot me.

Me: oops, sorry for dexing you. Go with the FedEx guy and make sure IStillHopeForSophex gets this card

FedEx guy: are you sure?

Me: yeah, just put her on the dashboard

FedEx guy:... if you say so

*at IStillHopeForSophex's house*

FedEx guy (who still doesn't have a name; someone should give him one): I have this box for you... it's screaming again... and this bunny

Cat: I have a card for you

Card (it talks now): Dear IStillHopeForSophex,

I hope this letter finds you in good health - but anyway, GT's hair turned pink and green for some reason, so you might want to fix that. You should also tell people to PM me if they got the references I made (They should at least get the Hamilton ones). I hope you appreciate me bringing the word count up by 444 words. Well, now it's 448 words... 450... Ok, you get the point.

Hugs,

MidnightBunnyy

Thank you MidnightBunnyy!

Comments!

Abubble124: Did I hear the call of the Himalayan mountain goat?

MidnightBunnyy: I've always wanted to see hamilton. But whenever I go there they always insist that I can't bring my giant mutant spider-monkey in with me, but they DO let me bring it when I saw wicked. Honestly, the system is messed up.

A very obsessed fangirl: Dex being relevant is something that every fic should have by law.

MarellaIsTheBest: There is nothing more satisfying than Dex becoming relevant. That and chucking squirrels at people.

It was hard writing Keefe for this chapter at first. but then I got the hang of it.

This is probably the worst cliffhanger yet- or ever. No, seriously, this is on a different level than all previous ones.

Also, I found my writing style!

I realized that I really hate unnecessary filler, like pointless conversation or details just to take up space in the chapter. So I've decided that this is going to be all the good stuff, like a sandwich: only plot and story(peanut butter and jelly), without extra stuff no one really wants(the bread being too big so that you're basically just eating bread).

Essentially my writing style is more enjoyable.

Also, I want everyone to keep this in mind:

When reading this, try not to stick with the mindset you started reading with. For instance, maybe you didn't really like a character, but they redeem themselves, yet you still continue not liking them because you still have the same mindset from before. (I am not talking about Fitz. This is purely an example.) When you read wanderling, try having a mindset that considers the previous actions of the characters, instead of not recognizing any of their character arcs making progress. It'll make reading this, and other fanfiction in the future more enjoyable, with the obvious exception of pure fluff.

Now, on with the story!

Twenty

Keefe rubbed his eyes. "Man, how long was I out for-"

But he was interrupted by Fitz grabbing him in a bear hug. "I can't believe it! You're finally awake!"

Keefe coughed. "Try not to choke me to death, maybe?" Fitz sheepishly let go, only for Dex to join in tears in his eyes. "I thought you would never wake up again!"

Keefe tried to resist, but it looked like it was futile. Eventually, Dex let go, and Keefe winced and rubbed his ribcage. "I'm assuming that that's all?"

Sophie broke out of her staring and promptly punched him in the gut. Keefe was so surprised he fell back onto his cot. "That's for taking the stupidest risk in the world, and making us worry for almost a year. You better never go that close to death again mister, because then I'm going to kill you. Understand?"

Keefe tilted his head up and groaned. "Yes, Ms. Foster. Do I get top marks in not dying class yet? Because you know that I can't make any promises involving making fun decisions, especially if they happen to annoy you." He winked at her.

Sophie sighed. "That's Keefe alright."

Keefe put on a mock insulted face. "Really Foster, did you think this wasn't the one and only extremely handsome Keefe Sencen?"

But before he could say anything else, Linh kicked him in the gut again, and toppled him to the ground. "Oh, I know this is the one and only Keefe Sencen, alright. The one and only Keefe Sencen who made the absolute dumbest, idiotic, mentally insane decision and stressed us to the point of no end! Just a fair warning, brace yourself."

"Really? What else could you do?"

Elwin and Biana stepped towards him. Linh grinned. "You'll see."

As everyone else in the room beat up Keefe, Sophie grabbed her leaping crystal and leaped away to Havenfield.

Grady and Edaline looked at her oddly. "So, honey, why aren't you at the infirmary with Keefe? He just woke up. Wouldn't you want to see him?" Edaline asked.

Sophie played with a strand of hair between her fingers. "I don't know, I guess. I think I just needed some space. It's just different, you know? We've spent all this time trying to wake up Keefe, and now that he actually is awake, it's a bit tense. We don't know what Gisela did to him, or if he was even supposed to wake up yet, and it just all just feels so weird."

Edaline looked at her sympathetically. "I understand, honey. Change is never easy."

Grady interjected into the conversation. "Well, I'm glad that you aren't there with that boy. Now that he's awake, he's a threat again."

Edaline glared at Grady. "You know fully well that Sophie's together with Fitz-"

"He's just a magnet for danger!"

"You could make that same argument for her and all of her friends."

"Exactly! She should have no friends!"

"Grady!"

Sophie sighed and walked up to her room. Today she had had possibly the best time of her life, yet there was still something incomplete.

Thunk.

Sophie looked up from her bed, startled by the noise coming from her window.

Thunk.

She got up, and walked over to her window and looked out of it. As soon as she did, a rock promptly hit her forehead.

Sophie grumbled. "Keefe, I know you're down there!"

She looked down, and sure enough, there was Keefe, about to throw yet another rock.

Keefe noticed her and put the rock down. "There you are, Foster! I thought I was going to have to break the window to get your attention!"

Sophie squinted at him, unsure of what was going on. "Why are you here, and how have you not activated any of the boy-traps Grady put down?"

Keefe smiled. "It's a trade secret, Foster. Now, if you would be so kind as to come down here?"

"Fine, but this better not be a prank."

She grudgingly trudged down the stairs, and out the door, to where Keefe was.

"Okay, what is it?"

Keefe grinned. "Well, it was first just to annoy the heck out of you."

Sophie rolled her eyes.

Keefe's voice softened. "But the real reason why I came here was to ask you this: Ever since I woke up, you don't seem like yourself. It's like you're trying to distance yourself from me. What's going on?"

Sophie stared at him. "We literally had only one interaction before this. How did you even begin to guess that?"

"Empath, remember?"

"Fine."

"So, what is it?"

"You are relentless."

"Remind you of anyone?"

Sophie stopped for a moment before she realized it. "Me? Really?"

"You said it, not me, Foster." Keefe said with a twinkle in his eye.

"What- no I-"

"What is it?"

"Fine. It's just that... well, me and Fitz got back together, and..."

Keefe interrupted her. "Hold up, judging by your emotions when you said the word "Fitz", you guys have gotten pretty serious."

"Exactly. And well, it's just that... in the beginning, you always, well-"

"Got in the way."

It took Sophie a while before she could respond. "Yes."

They just both remained in silence, until something completely unexpected happened...

We're back baby!

It's been a while, hasn't it?

I went on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon!

Her brain procured an imaginary television set, with the footage playing.

Jimmy Fallon: Okay, okay, I can't believe this, but today we have a very special guest: Sophie Foster's Heart!

Audience: (Cheers)

Heart: I wanted to be on Kimmel.

Audience: (laughs)

The imaginary TV disappeared.

Anyways, remember how we're some weird telepath-empath mix up?

I'm the brain. I remember everything.

So, anyways, why don't we just use our empath powers to find out what Keefe's feeling?

Is that even canon?

IT IS NOW!

Screw it. Let's do this!

Let's see, it looks like he's holding in a fart.

A big one.

He's feeling ashamed?

No, I think it's happy.

No, wait! It can't be!

IT IS! SON OF A-

Before her brain could finish the thought, she blurted it out.

"Keefe, this may be a weird question, but, well... Do you have a crush on me?"

Keefe looked at her surprised, but then it faded, replaced by anxiety. He took a deep breath in and gave his response.

"Yes."

No joke, I think I've outdone myself.