Anytime Foster I'm Always Here

-Another Day of School-

Keefe's POV: 

BEEP BEEP BEEP! I groan, slapping the alarm off. Seriously? It had to go off now? I was having the best dream—Foster was singing, and we almost kissed. Just a few more seconds wouldn't have hurt, right? Ever since I first heard her voice, it's been haunting my dreams in the best way possible.

A dreamy sigh escapes me. Foster—she's everything beautiful in this world. Her deep brown eyes, flecked with gold, sparkle like captured sunlight. Her golden hair, soft and shining, is perfect in every way. And her smile—it makes my heart take flight into something utterly enchanting.

I glance around the room, searching for my hidden gold notebook. When I find it, I flip through the pages, taking in all the sketches I've drawn of her. Some are simple portraits, others are of us acting like an adorable couple. Heh. I couldn't help myself. We just look too cute together.

My fingers graze the drawing of her face, tracing the lines carefully. She's indescribable—something so true to my heart that words fail me. Foster is precious, and I love her. I sigh, close the notebook, and tuck it away in its usual hiding spot.

Time to get ready for the day. I pull on my black jeans and my favorite Hollister shirt—black fading into blue, then pink. Classic white tennis shoes complete the look.

In the bathroom, I style The Hair with care. When I finish, I smirk at my reflection. "Once again, Hunkyhair—looking good."

Lights off, backpack packed, I make my way down to the dorm's food court for breakfast. My smile grows as excitement buzzes in my chest. No disappointment today—I know I'll see Foster. And something tells me... today is going to be a great day.

Sophie's POV:

"ARGH!" I groan, slamming my alarm off. Did it seriously have to interrupt the most beautiful dream of me and Keefe? We were literally about to kiss, and then—boom. Ruined. GAH, alarms are the worst. They always seem to wreck the best moments.

Whatever. No time to dwell—I don't want to be late for school.

I get up and immediately start tackling the tornado that is my hair, brushing it into a simple ponytail. Clothes next—an aqua blue Under Armour shirt, long black soccer shorts, and my trusty black Converse. Satisfied, I grab my backpack, pack up, and step out of my room—where I'm instantly hit with the irresistible scent of cinnamon rolls.

My stomach grumbles at the thought of those warm, gooey bites of perfection.

Entering the kitchen, Edaline smiles as she plates one for me alongside some fruit.

"Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, sweetie." She beams.

Breakfast disappears far too quickly, and soon, I'm out the door, heading for the bus stop to meet up with Dex.

"Hey, Soph," Dex greets me as I approach.

"Hi, Dex. Ready for another day?"

"Whoopie," he deadpans, voice dripping with mock enthusiasm. "As ready as I'll ever be."

I snort. "Eh, it's school. Same thing every day... except now, it's different."

The bus rumbles up, and we climb aboard, off to face another day.

Keefe's POV:

After grabbing breakfast, I head toward the school, making my way to the cafeteria to meet up with the group. Fitz, Biana, Marella, and Linh are already there, chatting.

"Hey, guys," I say, sliding into the seat next to Fitz.

"Hey, Keefe," Biana greets, sliding into the seat across from me. "Ready for another day?"