Sokeefe Snippets

Foster Panic Attack

He shook his head. He can't go down that path. For Sophie. For himself.

"Keefe?" Sophie whispered.

"Yes?" he replied, his tone matching hers.

"You... you'll always love me? Even if I'm scared?" she asked, a slight tremble in her voice.

Keefe's heart clenched. "Foster—Sophie, I'm... honestly not sure why I even have to tell you this, but—YES! I'm always going to love you! I think there might even be something about that in human weddings—where they're all, 'In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, I'mma love you till I die' or something. I dunno, I only saw that one bit that time we went over to Dex's and his mom was having a human movie marathon thing. But anyways—that's me. I'll never hate you, Foster. I promise."

After his big speech—which he was fairly proud of—Keefe pressed his lips to her forehead and pulled her in for a kiss. He poured his love and affection and admiration into the kiss, letting her know of how he really felt for her. She was sure to do the same, practically melting into him.

After they broke apart, they leaned on each other and sat like that, cuddling for a while. (I think I speak for all of us when I say: AWWWWWW!)

Until Sophie, ruining the moment, exclaimed, "Oh no! Keefe—Foxfire!"

Keefe chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's fine. This is more important."

Sophie blushed.

It was important for her to know it wasn't her fault. Guilt was dangerous. They sat there for a few more minutes before Sophie pulled away and got up. Keefe looked up at her, surprised when she went over to her wardrobe and picked out the Foxfire uniform.

"I'll go get ready, and maybe if we're fast enough we can make it back before Study Hall starts. Afternoon sessions should be about halfway done now," she told him. Keefe just nodded and flopped onto her bed.

Sophie smiled at him and went to change in the bathroom. Keefe thought about how she'd feel when they were in school. Would she be okay? Would she be overwhelmed? How would the other students react?

He pondered his thoughts and soon realized Sophie was taking longer than usual.

Worried, Keefe rushed to the bathroom door and called out, "Foster? You okay?" He heard a melodious laugh sound from inside.

"I'm fine, Keefe! Don't worry," she assured him.

Keefe asked her if she was dressed, waiting until she called out yes to unlock the door. He stepped in and found her in front of the mirror, concealer in her hands. "What's that for?" he asked, frowning.

"My eyes are red and puffy, Keefe. There's no way I'm going to school like this so I'm covering it up," she explained, smearing some on her skin. Keefe sighed but stayed quiet. He crossed the room to her, deciding to fix his hair.

✨The Hair✨™ needed to look its best, too, after all.

They made it back to Foxfire just as study hall started—but instead of letting Sophie go to her class, Keefe insisted they take a trip to Elwin and get Sophie checked up. Just in case.

Sophie—predictably—protested the entire way. "I really don't need to!" she argued.

Keefe laughed. "Maybe, Foster. I still want you checked up. Elwin might have an elixir to help with the nightmares!" Keefe mused.

"Yeah, sedatives." Sophie grumbled, eliciting another round of laughter from Keefe.

"Sophie! Keefe! My most famous patients! What happened this time?" Elwin greeted them as they walked in.