Keefe Confessing

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Keefe and Sophie were sitting under the Panakes tree. Sophie was tugging on her eyelashes; Keefe was staring into space.

Talk about weird people.

Then Keefe snapped out of his reverie, remembering the reason he'd come in the first place. He looked at the romantic view of the sun setting, the rays of light shining in shades of gold, orange and pink. A few leaves drifted slowly towards the ground, completing the effect. "Uh, Sophie?"   (Keefe POV)

"Thought I was Foster."

"Same difference."

"Oxymoron."

"Eh, I don't care. So... I wanted to tell you that... I... pretty sure you know that and you're the same... but... I really like you."



















Awkward silence.



















Then Sophie began to laugh. 

"I like you as a friend too," she said, grinning.

Wow.

Friendzone.

"No. Sophie, I mean, more than a friend. Like... I love you."






(A/N EWWWWW MY GOSH)












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