Sokeefe oneshot . When Fitz was telling Keefe about that scene in flashback. And I kinda went off on my own at the ending.
"We were seconds away from kissing but Silveny called for her and well you know." Fitz fell back onto his bed and sighed. Keefe was sitting uncomfortably in a chair in Fitz's room.
Fitz laughed " When she stumbled back I thought she didn't like me" and he giggled. Giggled. Yeah, that's right, Fitz had been smiling and laughing the whole time Keefe had come over.
Keefe cleared his throat and hoped the lump there wouldn't give him away. "You sure she just was repelled by the amount of perfume you were wearing?" And smirked.
Ro snorted on the other side of the bedroom door. She had left as soon as Fitz had started telling him his aMaZiNg story about him and Sophie and their little fun adventures in fantasy land, muttering something about “Mr. Smiley mc giggles”. Although Keefe didn’t disagree with Ro, he had to show some support to Fitz. They hadn’t been able to hang out like this, just the two of them, since Fitz had started liking Sophie.
“Hey!, first of all its cologne. “ Fitz stated matter of factly with his finger up in the air like he just doesn't care. Or like a frowning mentor wagging his finger no. “Although I wouldn’t expect you to know what it is. Since you take no effort in controlling how you smell. ” Fitz ended with a playful grin.
Usually Keefe would have put his hand on his heart and pretended to faint but right now he was just tired and just wanted to lay down on the ground, cry, and wither away. So Keefe coughed to get the lump out of his throat and said the only thing he could think of as an excuse.
“I would absolutely love to sit here and gossip and giggle about girls with you but my dad said he needed me home to have some stupid bonding time,” Keefe said, rolling his eyes when he really just wanted to be running away from his crappy life sobbing his heart out.
Fitz snorted and continued to say “ Since when do you listen to the rules your dad makes?” Smiling. Since when do you start kissing Sophie?
“Ahh well, I didn't get any sleep last night and I'm really tired so…” Keefe trailed off.
“Oh, why didn’t you say so? Anyways sorry to bore you, get some sleep tonight, K?” Fitz answered with concern in his eyes. Sometimes with all the anger issues and all the fights it’s easy to forget that Fitz is actually a caring person.
“K,” Keefe answered quietly. He got up and opened the door which Ro was leaning on. But she caught herself before she fell and said “Finally I thought you too were kidnapped in there you took so long.” She rolled her eyes and asked if we were leaving.
Everything was kind of a blur after that. Or maybe that was the tears in his eyes. He didn’t remember running out of Everglen. He didn’t remember seeing Biana worried glance or pulling out his home crystal. He didn’t remember his dad yelling and Ro shouting about kicking lover boy's ass. But he did remember running through his bedroom into his bathrooms and locking the door. He remembered the pain and the ache. He remembered curling up on the bathroom tile and laying there. Shaking, crying, and cold. He deserved it. And Sophie deserved better. She deserves someone who's whole, who doesn't need her.
“Come on, Funky Hair. You gotta get out of there sometime soon. I’m getting bored out here.” Ro said from outside the bathroom door. Keefe hadn’t realized a few hours had passed. Well you know what they say! Time flies when you wanna die!
“No I don’t,” Keefe mumbled. “Go away.” He croaked. All he wanted was to be left alone.
“Damn, sorry for checking up on you. Blondie’s waiting downstairs but I'll just tell her to go I guess..” She trailed off.
“Shit.” He whispered and jumped up and immediately fell back down. Laying down curling up on tile did not do good for your bones. “Umm tell her I'll be out in a few minutes.” He half-shouted. Ro snorted and he knew she could hear the nervousness in his voice.
After he heard the click of the bedroom door being shut, he hurried up from the floor. The person who he saw in the mirror was nothing like the put-together, amazingly handsome, flirty person, he usually is and looks like. His hair was flat and droopy. His face was stained with tears and his eyes were red and puffy. First he changed his clothes so they weren’t so wrinkly and wet. Then he washed his face and tried to give some life back to his hair. He was *attempting to* clean his room when a blast of emotion made him stumble back. Crap. He could feel the playful, happy energy. He rushed around and shoved random clothes, drawings, and pencils under his bed. He felt the slap of emotion before Sophie knocked and opened the door.
“Keefe?” Sophie poked her head around the door. She smiled when she saw him and Keefe felt a fragment of happiness but then he remembered that smile wasn’t there because of him. It was there because of Fitz. Her smile fell from her face when she saw the state he was in. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. Never been better. Why?” Keefe flopped down in his bed and tried to cover his eyes which showed that he clearly was crying.
“Well…” Sophie sat down next to him and put his head in her lap. He hoped he wasn’t blushing as much as he felt he was. “You've definitely been crying and you look like a mess.”
“hmPH, You don’t look your best either.” He said and turned his head so she couldn’t stare into his soul. But it wasn’t a lie. Even though she looked extremely happy she still had dark circles under her eyes.
Her beautiful wonderful eyes that he could stare at for hours.
The eyes that he could draw every day for the rest of his life and never get tired or bored of.
She laughed her laugh of hers that angels would get jealous of. “Well, I could go for a nap and some cuddling?” She said with a fake thoughtful expression on her face.
“I’m free for the rest of the day” Keefe threw his arms up as if he was in surprise. There weren’t many days left anyways. In fact, it had already started to sunset by the time Sophie and Keefe had gotten comfy.
Keefe sitting, leaning against his headboard with his arm around Sophie. Who was half laying half-sitting curled up against Keefe. She was already dozing off with the light fading away from the sky in the background.
He liked them being like this.
Where he could protect her from everyone and everything that wanted to hurt her.
Even though she didn’t love him.
But he would wait for her.
Because she was worth waiting for.
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