Always & Forever

Chapter 23

         "What's your favorite color?" Keefe asked.

          "Ice-blue. Why do they need to know these things?" I ask looking down at Keefe's packet in my hands.

          He had started it before me just to get the easy questions done. But me, being the idiot I am, decided to forget about my packet until Keefe appeared with his in his arms, standing in front of my bedroom door.

          "They need to get you the best Match List. What's my next question?"

          "Have you ever dated anyone? If yes, who?" I look at him expectantly.

          "Why are you looking at me like that and not writing down your name?" Keefe asks confused.

          I look down and write my name, "Anyone else?" I give him a look that says, time to come clean if there was anyone before me.

          "Nope," He said cooly.

          I reach over and grab his wrist. No skip of a heartbeat.

          "Okay. What's my next question? And I swear if it is another dumb question I'm going to go looking for the Neverseen just to Inflict on one of them." 

          Keefe laughs, "Well, good thing it's not dumb. Have you kissed anyone? If yes, who?" It's Keefe's turn to look expectant.

          "Oh, this is an easy one. I've kissed..." I count off imaginary guys on my fingers, stopping at ten. "At least ten different guys."

          Keefe's jaw drops. "Ten? Jeez, Foster, that is quite a bit of people who wanted to kiss the so-called 'outsider' you claimed you were." His lips so I small sign of a smirk.

           "Fine, you got me. I've only kissed one person and that guy is named Keefe Sencen." I lean forward and give Keefe a small peck on the lips, while at the same time I steal his Imparter from his pocket. "Okay, your next question is, who do you call frequently on your Imparter?"

          Keefe looks puzzled. "Wait, let me see that." He takes his packet back right as I pull out his Imparter and check his call history.

          The history went something like this; Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster, Sophie Foster plus 20, and Dex Dizznee. 

          I had just gotten to the bottom of the list when Keefe looked up and said, "Hey! You said that to distract me from your snooping!" He reached for his Imparter but I moved out of the way.

          "If you want it back you're going to have to get it yourself." 

          I ran to the other side of the room and turned to see Keefe right on my heels. I dive onto my bed and roll over onto the other side. I land with a hard, THUMP, and wince in pain.

          "Sophie?" Keefe calls. "Are you alright?"

          I freeze in place and slow my breathing. I fell in an awkward position so it might look like I've broken something. I heard Keefe walk over to me in a hurry. He places a hand on my head to check something. I suddenly notice the pain in my head.

          "Sophie, I know you're awake. You just winced when I touched your forehead," Keefe said.

          I open my eyes and see Keefe leaning over me. I smile and sit up. I touch my forehead and when I bring my hand back down I see blood on it. I walk to the bathroom and pull out a balm that Elwin made me keep just in case.

          "Why do I always get hurt?" I ask rubbing the balm on the cut.

          "I couldn't tell you," Keefe replies from my bed. "But I do know that I don't like how often you get hurt."

          I walk out of the bathroom and lean on the door frame. I watch at Keefe as he picks up Ella and hugs her. I smile and walk over to him.

          "There is no fix to my clumsiness. If there was a way I would have already asked the Black Swan to fix me," I said sitting down on the ground in front of him. 

          Keefe leans forward and holds my hands in his. I lean forward so that our foreheads are touching.

          "You don't need to be fixed. I love you just the way you are," Keefe whispers.

          I lean in closer and give him a soft kiss on the lips before I reply, 

          "I love you too."

          Just then my door opens and Sandor comes in saying, "I thought you two were only working on your Match Packets. Why are you not doing that now?"

          Keefe winks at me then turns to Sandor.

          "Well, you see, Foster just wanted to see how long it took her to get herself hurt. But don't worry, I made sure nothing happened."

          Sandor rolled his eyes, but he eventually turned and walked out of the room.

          "Alright, let's get these packets done so we can turn them in."

          For the rest of the day, we worked on our packets while sneaking a few kisses here and there.