Hello pookies! i don't even think many people are actually reading these...
i will persevere!
Keefe was having one of his common visits to Elwin, for he had gotten badly bruised from his scolding. Sitting on the hospital bed, he was thinking about the day before.
What had happened between them? Was it just him? WHY WAS HE THINKING THIS?!
Suddenly he was bombarded with enormous amounts of emotion. He winced, looking up.
And there she stood.
Sophie Foster stood in the doorway, apprehensive feelings emanating from her.
'Oh hey' she said looking on guard, 'why are you here?' Keefe winced again. 'Well…'
'He has some cuts and bruises that I need to fix up for him,' Elwin cut in. Keefe sighed in relief: he didn't want Sophie to know about his horrible parents…
'But why are you here?' Keefe asked Sophie.
'Um, I kinda blew up some stuff, and Lady Galvins cloak…' Keefe chuckled at her response, putting on his flirt/teasing composour.
'Oh really?' he teased. 'Just setting a cloak or two, nothing special… But really, you are gonna get into so much trouble, I had her last year and I'm pretty sure she hates everyone.'
Sophie sighed 'I'm not sure about that, but she definitely dislikes me especially anyway'.
Elwin treated Sophie's burns and she left, waving a quick goodbye.
'She really is a nice girl, isn't she.' Elwin caught Keefe by surprise.
'Yeah… she really is…'
lol ima leave it there... anyway... see u next time!