~ h u m a n a u ~
~ s o p h i e s p o v ~
Sophie!!!!" Biana squealed. I groaned. This was NOT going to end well. "There's a party today and YOU ARE COMING NO MATTER WHAT!"
"Bi, seriously?!" I question. She always goes to parties and I never come. But today, she's insisting that I come.
"Yes, seriously." She said, her face frowning. But it turned back into a big fat sappy grin as she said, "Tam is my date!"
"I don't even have a date!" I hiss, dragging a hand down my face.
"Keefe's coming!" She responded, mocking annoyance.
Biana keeps shipping me and Keefe even though I know that there are no feeling there (A/N the obliviousness kills me though). "Please Biana. For the millionth time, I don't like him that way!" I hissed.
Biana just shook her head, not giving up. "I don't like him that way!" I say again. "We're friends!"
"Trust me. I know this from experience. The first step to a crush is denial." (A/N I also know this from experience my friend (gurl) and my other friend (boi) like each other 4 sure but keep denying it lol)
"Bi, come on." I say, exhausted. "Please let me stay in our dorm."
"No!" She says, walking into the giant bathroom. And I know that there is no way that I can argue now. So I groan and get up. "Thank you!" she calls from the bathroom. I groan again.
~ s k i p t o t h e p a r t y b e c a u s e i m a l a z y p e r s o n ~
I sit outside of the large party room on the balcony, staring out at the midnight sea (A/N lol Tay reference! "The Last Great American Dynasty" from folklore). I hear a noise of creaking wood and turn around, only to find Keefe.
"Hey Foster," he says, walking up to me. He looks drunk, but then again, he always does.
"Keefe," I say, turning back around to face the sea again, the wind blowing my hair in my face. He reaches up to tuck a stand of my hair behind my ear. A chill travels down my spine even thought it's not really cold outside.
"May I ask what you are doing here?" he whispers, crouching down next to me. I turn my head so that I'm facing him.
"Biana dragged me along."
"Ah, so the makeup queen made you come?" Keefe asked, smirking.
"Yup." I groan.
"Can I ask you something?" He asks me quietly. He seems nervous, but Keefe is never nervous.
"Anything," I say, looking back at the deep blue waves crashing to the shore.
"May I have this dance?"
"What?" I ask, shocked and confused. I whip my head around.
"May I have this dance?" he asks again, now standing up and holding out his hand.
"I- uh... sure," I say, accepting his offer and grabbing his hand. He leads me inside to the dance floor, and almost like it was planned, a slow song started playing. The lights slowed down as the people in the crowd started making pairs and swaying to the music.
Awwwww, now that's cuteeeeee
should i do another part? part 2?
lol im so bored rn idk y
hope u enjoyed!!!
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