Keefe's POV:

I suck in a breath. Although not much scares the Keefster, this... well, this makes me somewhat nervous. And of course, although doubting myself is not high on my list of favorite activities, I wonder... Am I really about to do this?

Yes. A little annoying voice that sounds suspiciously like Foster says. Yes, you are.

You're right, little annoying Foster voice. I respond. (Yes, I'm talking to myself. No, I'm not crazy. I think. Hmm. Well, actually, I probably am crazy, but that's not really important here. I think I'm getting off topic.) I am doing this. Because... because I'm in love with her.

Sometimes, if you allow yourself to overthink things too much, you'll chicken out of doing them. Since Keefe [Middle Name Unavailable] Sencen does not chicken out of things, I cannot allow myself to overthink them. Actually, I have a slight tendency to underthink things, (Yes, that's a word), which is why I force myself to put the note in her locker.

Aaaaaaaand, my horrible reckless impulsiveness may have completely ruined my friendship with Sophie Foster, but you know...

At least I didn't chicken out of this.

I love her, I repeat to myself, by way of convincing myself that this was the right thing to do.

Sophie's POV:

Wow, my midterms cap is practically overflowing with gifts. Scratch that practically, actually. (There may have been too many consecutive adverbs in that sentence.) I can't believe there was a time when I was horribly unpopular- now, I may be one of the most popular girls in Foxfire! Second to Biana, of course. While it's nice to not have people completely ignoring my existence or calling me a freak, sometimes I miss being generally unnoticed by the other students. Being in the spotlight is really not my thing- more like Keefe's.

Speaking of Keefe, I actually did not notice getting a gift from him. There is a good chance I missed it, because of how many I received, but knowing Keefe, I think his would be a bit... noticeable. Well, I guess I should be glad that there isn't a gulon in my bag or something...

(Seriously, though; WHAT THE MALLOWMELT IS THE GREAT GULON INCIDENT! It's been nine books {Oops, fourth wall} and still, no one has told me!)

Still, not receiving a gift from Keefe does make me feel really disappointed. It's unclear why it hurts so much- it's not like I'm into Keefe in "that way" or anything, because my heart belongs to... Fitz. Yeah, Fitz! I've liked him since I met him! (Though of course, he doesn't like me back. Ugh, even fighting the Neverseen seemed easier than this relationship drama!)

By now, I've arrived at my locker. I lick the DNA strip (Seriously, Elwin? Earwax? Am I eating the Harry Potter jellybeans or what?) and, fighting to get the flavor out of my mouth, I open it. Resting on one of my locker shelves is a piece of paper. Actually, two pieces, stapled together. The first is a practically photo-like picture of me that could only have been drawn by Keefe Sencen, the Gulon Master ™. Without my permission, a smile spreads across my lips and a blush spreads across my face- ugh, why am I so happy that Keefe remembered me? Ugh. I flip the page and see the next sheet of paper. Barely decipherable handwriting covers five lines of it.

To the Mysterious Miss F.

Roses are red

Violets are blue (though they are actually VIOLET. Hello? It's in the name!

There's a girl that I like.

And Foster, it's you.

My mind, as of right now, is sort of an alarm going WHAT!? WHAT!? WHAT!? with lights flashing KEEFE LIKES ME. KEEFE LIKES ME. KEEFE LIKES ME. In other words, panic mode. Is this some kind of prank or something...

But now that I think about it, the signs have been glaringly obvious.

Man, I really am the most oblivious elf alive.

Meeting with Mom and Dad to leap back to Havenfield is kind of a blur- hopefully, Grady doesn't suspect that anything has to do with "That Boy"- especially since he was right all along! Ughhhhh... my dad knows more about my love life than I do!

As soon as I get to my room, I take out my imparter and say "Show me Keefe."

So, um, yeah, I was bored, so I'm rewriting this. Naturally. Some of the ships will change, but the general plot will stay the same! Also, I managed to switch it from past tense to present.