iii. take what's yours

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pairings&characters: dating!sokeefe

genre: romance, angst, hurt/comfort, au

rating: k+

summary: a big fight won't tear them apart. . . right?

a/n: sophie is seventeen, keefe is eighteen ½.

this was written by me a looooong time ago! it sucks! please don't read it lmfao

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"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!"  Keefe shouted, exasperated. He ran a hand through his hair angrily.

"I didn't do that!" Sophie defended.

"Yes, you did!" he accused.

"Did not, you-you freaking bully!"

"Liar!" Keefe shouted.

"Says the guy who slept with Niamir!"

"For the last time Sophie, I didn't sleep with her!"

"You did!"

"I didn't! And look who's talkin'! You cheated on me with Fitz!"

"You really think I'd do that? God, you're such an idiot, Sencen!"

Sophie and Keefe had been at it for at least an hour by now. Sophie had been in a mopey mood because she'd heard rumors Keefe had slept with a girl at a party the previous week, and Keefe had been grumpy because he'd heard rumors that Sophie had been secretly seeing Fitz.

Keefe scrounged up enough courage and finally confronted her about it, and he only got more mad when she'd denied. Rumors didn't just start without any kindling. Something had had to happen between her and Fitz, right?

She got all defensive on him, saying she was innocent, and then she pulled the rug out from under his feet by claiming he'd slept with a girl he'd crossed paths with at a party a week ago.

Of course, he got mad at her for making such assumptions, then she got mad saying he was lying to her.

Their voices rose and rose and the fighting went round and round in a circle until they were screaming at one another.

They were in the kitchen of their new apartment which they'd decided to get together only a couple weeks ago, and Sophie was sure the neighbors were filing many conplaints.

So much had changed since those couple weeks.

"Why don't you piss off, Foster? Ok?"

"Me?" she roared. "I need to piss off? Fu-"

"Don't you go cursing about me!"

"You freaking curse about ME! All. The. Time!"

"No I don't! You need to get your memories straight, goddamn!"

"Shut up!"

"If you want me to shut up, explain to my why the hell you cheated on me with my best friend!"

"I DIDN'T! AND YOU SLEPT WITH ANOTHER GIRL! WE HAVEN'T EVEN GONE ALL THE WAY, DAMMIT!"

"I. Did. Not! I TALKED to her, Sophie! Get things your things in order!"

"My things ARE in order!"

Keefe pinched the bridge of his nose. "For hells sake, Fo-"

Sophie shook her head and hands, laughing darkly and dangerously. "Don't you damn call me Foster when we're fighting," she growled. "You don't have the right-"

"I don't have the right? I don't have the right to call you something that I-"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh for heavens sakes, Keefe, could you just-"

"And I'M the one who's being irratiable because-"

"You ARE being irratiable! Do you not HEAR yourself right no-"

"You're stupid if you think-"

"And then I-"

"And whenever I say something remotely close to-"

"Can you let me FINISH?"

"Me? YOU'RE the one who's-"

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! Don't you DARE try to throw this back on me, because-"

"It's all your fault?"

"IT IS NOT MY FAULT! NOW CAN YOU FU*KING EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU-"

"I DIDN'T!"

"-ALREADY?!"

Sophie let out a sigh that sounded more like a growl and she shook her head. "I can't do this," she whispered.

Keefe's shoulders tensed and his face grew soft. "What?"

She shook her head, giving a weak laugh with no humor in it. Only anger. Tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't do this! We just. . . need some space from each other. For. . . For awhile. Ok?" She hated her voice for cracking along the edges.

He gave a steady nod, clenching and unclenching his fists angrily at his sides.

"Just. . ." She looked around. "Takes what's yours that you want and go."

Keefe slowly looked around the apartment and Sophie crossed her arms, willing herself not to cry, knowing she had just kicked him out and they were on a break. She swallowed. "If you want, I can help you to- ah!" she shrieked as he came up and scooped her into his arms, bridal style. She was pretty sure the neighbors thought he'd murdered her or something by the cry she had just given out. "Keefe, what the hell-"

He walked to the door without another word, twisted the doorknob as best he could, and strode out of the apartment, Sophie in his arms and nothing else.

Her own words came back to her memory.

Take what's yours that you want and go.

. . . And all he had done was take her in his arms and leave.


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