"Okay, I somewhat understand how the food and booze got everywhere, but why the horse mask?" Sophie picked it up carefully and threw it away slowly.

"Oh that? Yeah there is always this one kid that brings one, kinda short, he's weird."

They had spent the last few hours cleaning and putting Keefe's house back together. Meeting his dad had been what Sophie would call and experience. Seeing Keefe so nervous made her wonder if there was more going on between them than just the obvious father-son disappointment. When Mr. Sencen opened the door she was sweating with nerves. He looked very angry but calmed a few seconds after seeing Sophie. His smile was obviously fake as he let them both in and introduced himself.

"Hello Keefe, Keefe's friend, thank you for coming to cleanup your mess," Mr. Sencen said.

"Like I had a choice," Keefe muttered looking everywhere but at his father. Mr. Sencen gave him an irritated look but proceeded on with his introduction.

"The broom is in the closet down the hall and the sponges and soap are in the kitchen. I will be back tomorrow with some associates from work and I expect this place to be spotless." He gave Keefe one last glare before grabbing his keys and leaving. Once the door closed Keefe visibly relaxed and turned to Sophie with an unfitting smile. God, she thought,Keefe's dad is harsh. But as harsh as Keefe's dad was, she quickly began analyzing Keefe's house. Sure, she had been there once before, but now that she took it all in, she realized how big it actually was.

"Of course you threw a party in the biggest house ever," she commented. Keefe looked at her confused for a moment, but a smirk quickly appeared as he lead her towards the brooms.

"Only the best for you Foster," They grabbed brooms and headed towards the kitchen to grab garbage bags.

"You didn't even know I was coming" She raised her eyebrow at him and started filling her bag.

"I'm sure glad you did though," he gave her a small smile. Her stomach filled with butterflys.

"w-what?" She stammered, not able to look at him in the eye.

"Otherwise I'd have to clean this all by myself." The butterflys died. She shoved him with a playful smile and went to turn on music to pass the time.

"This calls for some serious Queen music." She blasted the music from her phone and hummed along as they picked up garbage from, well, everywhere. Soon they split up, determined to finish early so they could go grab food. Sophie started upstairs while Keefe was finishing the living room.

She found herself in a long narrow hallway with several closed doors. Starting with the first door on the left, she entered slowly and turned the lights on. Her eyes widened as she took in the room around her. There was a beautiful canopy bed made from some kind of fancy wood, intricately carved, with white linings and silk draped around it. Tall windows framed the bed with matching curtains. The walls were baby blue and there was two night stands aside the bed. But what really captured Sophie's attention was the large picture hanging right above the bed with three people, smiling widely at the camera.

The young boy was obviously Keefe, and the two adults must have been his parents. She recognized his dad, but realized she had never seen an actual picture of his mom. She noticed that despite his anger towards his dad he had now, this little boy didn't seem to have a care in the world. They looked like a regular happy family. Sophie's throat caught, what she would kill for something like that.

After a moment of silence, she picked up what little trash was in the room and promptly left. Right after she closed the door she heard Keefe bounding up the stair towards her.

"Hey Foster," He wiggled his eyebrows at her, "want to go to my room?" Her cheeks turned pink and he grabbed her hand to lead her to the door. What does this mean, Sophie thought to herself, why am I so flustered? Beside the obvious innuendo Sophie realized right there how cute Keefe actually was. Sure, she knew he was hot, but she never spent the time to look at the details of his face. God, were his eyes always this blue? She shook her head. Now was not the time.

He opened one of the last doors of the hallway to reveal a mid-sized navy blue room with a big bed in the middle and a fluffy carpet in the middle. Along the right wall held a small desk with a big tack board displaying all of his drawings. They were breath taking. She walked over to them amazed how someone to silly and kind hearted could draw such beautiful things.

Keefe walked up behind her and looked at the picture she was evaluating. "That's one of my favorites." It was a drawing of a butterfly landing on a flower.

"How do you draw something this beautiful?" She asked him, starstruck.

"I-," He paused and thought about it for a moment before finally answering. "I could never sit still as a kid. My mom decided that to get me off her hands for a while she would drop me off at a art program after school. At first, I was horrible. I was too impatient to get anything of worth or skill done. After a while I started to understand and learn about how much beauty I could produce with such meager materials. Before my mom left," his eyes clouded and looked towards the ground. He layed back on the bed and Sophie joined him. "My parents were arguing all the time and I started to resent coming home everyday. So whenever I went to art class I was relieved, happy to spend time on something that was mine to create away from everything at home. When she finally left, I threw myself into it. It was the only thing keeping me afloat for a while there. I figured, even if this life is ugly, I could create a world where it wasn't."

Sophie turned her head on the bed to look at him. "Keefe, I'm so sorry."

He closed his eyes, a small tear slide over his cheek and he let out a heavy sigh. "It's not your problem Foster, you have nothing to be sorry for." He tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"No really, you shouldn't have had to go through all of that. Although I'm glad you work so hard with art. You are a truly amazing artist." They were both facing each other on the bed. They had finished cleaning the house and knew they should be getting home, but neither of them made a move to leave. "And your my best friend Keefe, whats's your problem is my problem."

He gave her a beaming smile. "Thank you Sophie, no one has ever been here for me before. Not even Fitz knows as much as you do now."

"Well I'm honored"

" You should be. Now that you know my deep dark past, want to let me in on your story?" He looked at her with eyebrows raised, like he was hoping she would agree but was trying not to look like it.

"You pretty much know all of it," she sighed looking at the ceiling.

"Give me the details," he looked like he was studying her face, she pretended not to notice and kept looking up.

"I was born somewhere, most likely New York, and was found crying on the stairs of an orphanage in Brooklyn. My parents left nothing, and that was okay. I came to terms with it pretty fast and moved on with my life. When I was younger I really wanted to be adopted. But as I grew older I came to realize that people only really adopted babies. And that was okay too, sure, the system isn't great. The girls around me were loud and disorganized, but we had each others backs and always looked out for each other. We were our own family. After watching every season of Sherlock homes I decided I was going to become a lawyer and pretty much did just that. With a scholarship and two jobs, I made it so I could afford to come here. Best decision of my life." They were really close now.

"Wow," Keefe said after a moment. "We got the luck of the draw when it comes to family don't we."

Sophie let out a giggle and turned to face him. She smiled as she looked at him and felt her heart thump in her chest. He smiled at her and slowly began to move ever so close to her. She leaned towards him as he slowly began to kiss her. At first, it was gentle, new. Both slightly unsure about what was happening. But it started to become faster, desperate. She was underneath him now as he rose over her on the bed, both wildly holding onto each other as if if they let go, they would never come back again. He flipped them over and held her against him, closing as little space as possible between them. Sophie felt electricity run through her and into each kiss. She thought it was impossible to feel this passionate about someone as she felt right now. Sure, they were both vulnerable at the moment, but they also knew the truth to now or never. And right now, Sophie felt on top of the world.

Her hands ran messily through his blond hair and felt him smile against her lips. She smiled back and they laid there for a while, content in each others arms as happy as could be. Suddenly Keefe sat up.

"What?" Sophie asked worried.

"I just realized," Keefe turned to smirk at her. "Now you like me even more than your best friend." Sophie threw a pillow at his face.