"What do you think you're doing?" Sophie and Keefe jumped back from each other. Sophie hadn't realized how close together they had gotten.
They turned around to find a red-faced Fitz staring at them accusingly. Keefe awkwardly scratched the back of his head before smirking.
"Oh it's just the usual. Foster was declaring her undying love for me." Keefe said dramatically. Sophie gave him her most epic eye roll.
"That's not what happened," she protested. "And, um, I'm sorry for running off earlier. I was scared." Fitz's gaze softened.
"It's fine, Sophie. I actually came here to talk to you about that." Sophie swallowed hard. Fitz held out his arm.
"Join me?" He asked. Sophie somewhat reluctantly hooked her arm with his and allowed him to lead her down the hall. She looked back at Keefe. The look on his face was indecipherable. But then he gave her a small smile that seemed to say 'good luck' before Sophie and Fitz turned the corner.
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Meant to Be
FanfictionWho will she choose? The handsome boy she has crushed on for years and who seems to be perfect in every way? Or the sweet, broken boy who always supported her and stayed by her side no matter what?
