Some Sokeefe for the Shipping Soul

Sophie the (Good hearted) Stalker

It wasn't Sophie's fault that she liked watching Keefe, most of the time longer than necessary, it was his fault for looking so cute!

Right?

For instance, whenever Sophie noticed that Keefe was staring off into space one day at lunch, (when he wasn't in detention for once), and he had his elbow propped up onto the table, hand supporting his chin as he looked out the window thoughtfully. Sophie found herself watching him intently, subconsciously trying to memorize the way his eyes looked oh so sad, yet oh so perfect in the sunlight that filtered through the high windows, or how he would let out a sigh every few moments that made her heart flutter in her chest. That is, until Keefe turned suddenly and caught her staring at him and, as per usual, Sophie whipped her head around super fast and stared at her plate, her face turning a deep Tomato Red and her hair falling around her face as she tried to hide her blush from Keefe.

And the other time whenever she and her friends all went to Everglen for a sleepover, or as Dex called it, another Sokeefe snoozefest. It was definitely not her fault that Keefe decide to wear the cutest pair of footie pajamas that day, or that his recently washed hair clung to his forehead, dripping water in his face. She refused to blame herself for staring, even when Keefe somehow noticed her again, her friends all laughing as she did her typical awkward blush and look away routine, Keefe smirking and making a remark about how Sophie couldn't resist his charms.

But whenever Keefe asked if he could borrow her as his muse for a drawing idea he had, she found herself unable to pass up the oppurtunity of being able to stare at his face undisturbed and in a circumstance where it wouldn't be weird to do so. She did however, forget to think about the fact that Keefe was sitting so close to her, both their knees touching as they sat facing each other. She also forgot to factor in that Keefe would be wearing a purple shirt that brought out his ice blue eyes perfectly, or the fact that he would roll up the shirt sleeves to his elbows, or even that he would keep his pencil in his mouth as he worked, rolling it lightly between his lips as he shaded or blended or did whatever it is artists do these days. When he finally looked up, his ice blue eyes twinkling in the sun, Sophie didn't look away, she didn't blush, she held his gaze, even as he slowly leaned closer, until his lips brushed her own.

The kiss was sweet, almost like a candy, and when they finally pulled away from each other, Sophie realized that they had been kissing for quite a while. Before she knew it, her cheeks began to flame and Keefe laughed as Sophie's face turned into a furnace.

"Wow, who knew the Mysterious Miss F had her sights in me because she wanted to initiate a kissing attack!" Keefe said, laughing at Sophie's beseeched expression. The two soon went back to the drawing, Sophie agreeing to refrain from sudden kisses until after he was finished.