A/N: Before you read this story, keep in mind this is AU. Which means their characters might seem different than in the book, and that is because no matter how hard I tried I cannot get their characters right. So, I decided to write them like this. They might seem a bit OOC, but not really in the later chapters. Also they're a bit older. Keefe is 15, almost 16 and Sophie is 15 and a half. So Keefe's Level 6 and Sophie's Level 5.

Second, every thing that happened in the book with Keefe did NOT happen in this story. Which means Sophie never met Keefe, so they never went on the adventures and stuff. Everything else DID happen, though.

Third, this may seem a bit too human-y, like a reviewer of mine pointed out. I did this because it works better with the plot of this story. So there are no home crystals, they're not vegetarians, they're video games and TVs, and ect. So, yes, just keep that in mind.

Lastly, things might seem to move at a slow pace but love does not happen over night, y'all. So don't expect a kiss until way later on. But I really hope you enjoy and if you do, hit that follow, fav, and review button :)

With that said, I'll stop this long ass note and begin with the story already.

SOPHIE POV

I knocked on the door in Everglen. Biana and I were going to watch a movie. I've been looking forward to this movie for a month! Biana opened the door.

"Hi, Sophie! What are you doing here?"

"Um, the movie? Remember?" I frowned.

She thought for a moment, and then she gasped. "Oh, no! Sophie I'm so sorry but Fitz and I have to go to Atlantis with our dad."

"Oh…" I was very disappointed. I really wanted to see the movie. I didn't want to go alone either, so I slowly started to walk away but Biana stopped me.

"Wait! I have an idea," she said with a slightly devilish grin. And then she ran inside her house and I wondered what in the world she had in mind.

BIANA POV

"Wait! I have an idea."

I felt bad about doing this, but I had no choice. I already promised my dad and Fitz I'd go with them. I couldn't back down now. There was only one thing to do.

I ran to the living room, where Keefe was playing video games with Fitz. Both teens were yelling and jumping up and down in their seats. I sighed and shook my head. Keefe was my brother's best friend and he came over a lot. He's just as annoying as Fitz is.

"Keefe?" I said.

"What?" he didn't look away from the game. "Ha HA!" he yelled suddenly, and I jumped.

"Um, can you stop playing for a minute? Fitz, you need to go get ready!"

"Ugh, fine." He got up. "This isn't over, man!" he said, walking past me and giving me a dirty look. I gave him one right back and turned back around as he went to his room to get dressed.

Keefe sighed loudly and turned to me. "What?"

"How would you like to go see a movie?"

At first he frowned. And then his eyes widened, and then he smirked. "On a date with you? Um, no. Besides, that's against the bro code."

I rolled my eyes, almost gagging. "I am not your bro. And gross! Not with me. Sophie really wanted me to see a movie with her but I can't and she doesn't want to go alone because she hates being alone. But I can't go, so can you go with her?" I rambled.

"Uh, who's Sophie again? Is she the blond one?"

"Yes!" I snapped, getting annoyed.

"And why do you want me to go on a date with her?"

"Keefe! I would NEVER send my best friend on a date with an idiot like you! Girl code!"

He rolled his eyes. "That hurt," he said, faking offense.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Look, Sophie's really upset. She's been looking forward to it for months!"

His face softened a little. But he still didn't say anything. I sighed and walked away, but Keefe got up and grabbed my arm.

"Ugh! Fine, I'll go. But you owe me!"

"Really? Oh, thank you! You're a great friend!" I hugged him.

He lightly shoved my off after a few seconds.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But don't ever hug me again."

I shuddered. "I won't. I don't know what came over me."

I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the door.

"Wait, now?!" he said.

"Uh, yeah," I said in a duh voice. I threw his sweater and wallet at him.

He grudgingly caught it and I smiled sweetly at him before opening the door and pushing him out.

SOHPIE POV

I was beginning to think Biana forgot about me, but the door swung open 5 minutes later. I heard a "ow!" and a heard an "oh man" before Keefe Sencen stumbled out. I caught him before he fell. Biana was standing there with a satisfied look on her face.

"You remember Keefe, right?" Biana said.

"Uh…I guess?"

"Great! Sorry, bye!" she closed the door.

I frowned and looked at the closed door. Then I said, "Oh, hi, Keefe!" I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I would tell you if you let go of me!" he snapped.

I looked down at my hand gripping his shoulder. "Right. Sorry." I let go of him.

He shook himself off and had a sour look on his face. "Biana's making me go with you to the movies. So you don't go alone," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Really? Um…wow. That's sweet."

He glared at me. "Say that again, and I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Fine by me." I laughed.

He shrugged and stomped back to the door.

"Okay, okay!" I grabbed his hand before he opened the door. "I don't want to go alone," I mumbled, staring at my shoes.

He smirked. He must have realized I was still holding his hand because he snatched it away and shoved his hand in his pocket. Then, he started walking and I had to jog to keep up with him.

"So," I said, trying to make a conversation. "You were over at Biana's?"

"Well, duh." He glanced at me. Sighing, he kept talking. "I was playing video games."

"Biana doesn't like playing video games."

"I wasn't playing with Biana—" he rolled his eyes "—I was playing with her brother, Fitz."

"Oh. Right."

He started taking longer strides and I practically ran. "Hey, wait up!"

He looked at me, obviously amused. Then he took off running.

"Hey!" I yelled, running after him but slipped on a rock. "OW!"

He stopped running and turned around. He stared at me for a second, to see if I got up. When I didn't, he jogged over to me and grabbed my hand and lifted me up.

"You're so clumsy," he said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well," I snapped. "If you would walk like a normal person—"

"And if you would run properly, we'd be there by now," he interrupted.

I rolled my eyes, ready to just forget about this whole thing. But then I remembered I already ordered the tickets so I just sighed and rubbed my temples. How does Biana put up with him?

I rubbed my arm because it still hurt a little. He glanced at my arm, and for a split second I saw guilt in his features. I stomped ahead and soon after he followed, no longer taking long strides.

So we were walking, side by side. I looked up at the sky, suddenly forgetting about my anger.

"Looks like it's going to rain." I glanced at him. He was looking up, too.

"Rain doesn't bother me," he said, still looking up.

I kept looking at him. He had a small birthmark on his left cheek. It was so tiny and cute—

He looked down and caught me looking at him. I looked away quickly and hid my blush behind my hair. I mentally slapped myself as we kept walking.

"So how long did you know Fitz?" I asked.

He shrugged. "We met in 6th grade. It's hard to believe, but Fitz and I were the 'weird kids' no one really talked to."

It was hard to believe. Fitz and Keefe were the most popular kids in school.

"One day I sat with him at lunch," he continued. "And after that I found out he was pretty cool so we ate together every day and soon we became best friends."

"How'd you get popular?"

"The Great Gulon Incident. They found out it was me, and soon everyone knew I was the master trouble maker and Fitz was my partner in crime." He grinned, like he was remembering the day. "They thought we were cool and ever since then, we were popular."

I smiled. "Wait, what exactly did happen that day?"

He just gave me a wicked grin. "We're here."

I stopped walking and we stood in front of the theater. I didn't even notice.

He opened the door and let me go in first. He was a gentleman after all.

"Thanks," I said, walking in and looking around. Then I went to the ticket stand.

I pulled out my wallet as he pulled out his. He looked down at me. "It's cool, I'll pay for mine."

I looked away from his gaze. "Nah, I dragged you here. It's the least I can do." From the corner of my eye I saw him stare at me then shrug and put his wallet away. We walked over the counter.

"Seats for two?" the lady said, smiling.

"Yes," I said, giving her the money. I didn't like her smile.

She looked at Keefe. "He's cute."

My face got hot. "Um—"

"Okay, love birds. Here ya go." She gave us the tickets, still smiling.

"Love—no, no, no," Keefe said. "She—we—I—"

"We're not on a date!" I finished. I glanced at Keefe, who was growing pink.

"Oh!" the lady's smile was still on her face. "My bad. But you guys would make a cute couple."

Keefe snorted. "Yeah, if everyone else on earth died."

I nodded. "Exactly. Me and him? Sorry, but I have wayyy higher standards."

He glared at me. I grinned up at him.

"Oh, come on," she said to Keefe. "She's cute, right?"

His eyes grew wide and he cast a sideways glance at me. "Um…" he was red.

I was looking at my shoes. I heard an "I guess" and my head shot up. Keefe called me cute? Keefe? I glanced at him and he was red.

"Can you just give us the tickets?" he snapped.

"Okay…well, have fun!" she gave a little wink and walked away.

Keefe shook his head in disgust. I was still blushing a little. But I pulled my face into a sneer. We began walking to the screen but he stopped me.

"Wait," he said, stopping. "What about food?"

"Sorry, I didn't bring that much money." For some reason I got embarrassed. I played with the ticket in my hand as I felt him looking at me for a while.

He pulled out his wallet. "I'll buy it. What do you want?"

I looked up at him. "You sure?"

He shrugged. "You didn't exactly drag me out here. I wanted to see this movie, too." He said shyly.

"Oh, um, okay. I'll have an extra-large popcorn with extra butter and the biggest size of sprite, oh and some of those chocolate ball things with—"

He laughed out loud. It was actually kind of flattering. "Dude, I'm serious."

I laughed a little myself. "I'll have a popcorn and sprite. Thanks."

He nodded and walked over to the counter. I watched him as he told the guy what he wanted. Who knew deep down Keefe was so sweet?

When he was done he walked over to me and gave me my food.

"Thanks, Keefe," I said.

"Whatever." He wasn't looking at me. "Shall we?" he gestured with his arm. I guess he believed in ladies first.

We walked in the theater. Our arms were brushing together a little. Not that I noticed or cared.

"Let's sit there," he said, pointing to an empty row. I shrugged and sat down, and he sat down next to me. He shoved some popcorn in his mouth and sipped soda. I did the same. I cheekily grinned, with popcorn in my teeth. He grimaced but chuckled anyway.

Once the movie started we fell silent. I stole a glance at Keefe, who was looking down into the popcorn. I quickly looked away. About 3 minutes into the movie, I stole another glance at him. He looked up and saw me looking at him. So I quickly looked down at the popcorn and got a big handful, feeling my face heat up.

A part came and the sudden, loud music surprised me, and I jumped so high I spilled my popcorn all over me. I blushed, expecting Keefe to laugh at me. But instead he helped me clean up the popcorn.

"Here, you can have some of mine," he said.

"Thank you," I said, surprised.

When the movie was over, I got up.

"That was pretty good," he said, standing up and stretching.

"Yeah, I liked it." I glanced up at him and saw him looking at me.

"What?" I said.

"Nothing, just…your hair."

"What about it?" I suddenly grew embarrassed. Was it messy?

"No, no." Then he reached over and brushed my hair, leaving his fingers there a second too long. My face instantly heated up.

"Popcorn," he explained, holding up the piece then throwing it on the ground.

"Oh, thanks," I said nervously. I self-consciously lifted my hand to my hair.

When we walked out, I awkwardly said, "Well, that was fun."

"Better than nothing," he shrugged, looking at the sky.

I rolled my eyes. When I looked up, I saw the clouds. They were a lot bigger.

"I'm starving," I blurted out, patting my empty stomach.

"Me, too." He nodded his head to the right. "There's a little fast food place over there."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

He smiled and walked ahead because I didn't know where it was. When we got there, I looked up. "Burger Heaven." The sign said. He opened the door and let me in first again. We ordered our food and then sat down. He drummed his fingers on the table, looking bored.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, a girl walked in. I didn't recognize her, but she was really pretty. I saw Keefe drooling in his seat and I shook my head in amusement.

"Go talk to her," I said, snapping him out of his trance. This will be fun to watch.

He shot me a look. "Okay. I know I'm extremely good looking, but she is a whole other level. Look at her! She probably already has a boyfriend."

"You don't know that." Oh, this is going to be interesting.

That seemed to give him a little confidence because he stood up and sauntered over to the girl, grinning boyishly. She was on her phone.

"Hey," Keefe said flirtatiously. "You like burgers, huh?"

I face palmed and shook my head, biting my tongue to stop from laughing.

"Would I be here if I didn't?" she said, looking him up and down with a raised eyebrow.

Keefe shifted his feet. "So, uh…you a sophomore?"

"Yeah."

"Really? Me, too."

"In college?"

"Oh…no."

She looked at him in disgust. "Look, kid, don't even try. I'm way too old for you." She turned back to her phone.

Keefe walked back to the table with a surprised look on his face.

I was barely controlling my laughter. "You like burgers, huh?" I said, bursting out laughing.

He rolled his eyes. "Laugh all you want. She was so into me."

"Keep telling yourself that."

He glared at me as I continued to laugh.

I felt a little bad, because I knew she was going to shoot him down. But all the guilt melted away when I saw the food.

Our food came and we ate mostly in silence. When we were done, I realized I only had a couple of dollars on me. Crap. The meal was 10 dollars.

I was mentally freaking out when Keefe slapped down a 20 and stood up, patting his stomach.

I stared at the money and got up. "You don't have to pay." I put down the rest of my money for a tip.

"I know, but you said you didn't have enough for snacks."

"You remembered that?"

He snorted. "You're still going to pay me back." He shook his head like I was stupid for believing he was going to pay for me.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, and we walked out the door—and immediately blasted with cold air.

"Did the temperature drop 50 degrees or something?" I said, shivering slightly.

Keefe was looking up, and I followed his gaze. Big, cumulus clouds were covering the sky.

"Yep, definitely rain. I better hurry on home." I rubbed my arms, trying to warm myself. I was wondering how fast I'd have to run to make it home without being blasted by a rain storm when I noticed Keefe wasn't leaving. I looked at him. "Bye, Keefe."

He was looking ahead, looking a bit nervous. And then he cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Um, so…where do you live?" He said shyly, looking down.

"Havenfield." I looked at him curiously.

He nodded and began walking in the direction towards my house. I jogged up to him. "You're walking me home?" I said in surprise.

He sighed. "I'd rather not deal with Biana yelling at me if something happens to you. You know, if you fall again." He grinned a slightly crooked grin. It was kind of cute… "And I'd rather not deal with my dad right now." His voice sounded bitter at the last part, no longer grinning.

"Oh. Well, thanks."

"Just hurry, it's going to rain."

We walked in silence for a little while. He looked lost in thought.

A burst of cold air hit me and I shivered.

"It's cold," I muttered, rubbing my arms up and down. Short sleeves were a bad idea. Maybe I should have worn my cape after all. I didn't think he heard me. He gave me a sideways glance. After being quiet for about a minute, he shrugged his shoulders and his sweater came off. He held it out to me.

I looked up at him. "No, it's fine. I'm not that cold—"

"I'd be more convinced if you weren't shivering. It's no big deal, cold doesn't bother me." He smirked a little.

"You sure?"

"Just take it before I change my mind."

I took it and slipped my arms through the sleeves. It was huge on me, but cozy. And it smelled like him, which smelled really good.

"Thanks. I didn't know you were such a gentleman." I looked at him and he was blushing.

He snorted. "There's a first time for everything." He laughed to himself, and I couldn't help but laugh along.

He glanced at me and quickly looked away. Maybe it was just me in his sweater that made him uncomfortable. I slowly grinned, poking him. He swatted my hand away. But he had the faintest smile tugging at his lips, like he wanted to laugh.

"Are you ticklish?" I said, amused.

"No!" He exclaimed, but he covered himself.

I laughed, trying to poke him again. A laugh escaped from his lips and he ran ahead, glancing over his shoulder now and then. I finally caught up to him and he kept glancing at me like I was going to tickle him again. I didn't, though.

We walked in a comfortable silence after that.

After a minute, I felt something wet hit my head. And then another hit my arm. I looked at Keefe who looked at me with wide eyes. And then, the rain came. All at once it was raining cats and dogs. I instantly got soaked and it felt like I just jumped in a pool.

"Run!" I shouted over the rain.

So we both ran, side by side, in the rain. I pulled his sweater closer to me and zipped it up and put on the hood. I tried to match his long strides. I was fast, but he was faster.

"C'mon, Foster!" he reached his hand out. It took me a second to realize he wanted me to take it. So I did, and he intertwined our fingers and pulled me closer to him as we ran. He have dragged, half pulled me along. I didn't mind, I just didn't know he was that strong or fast.

So we ran, hand in hand, side by side. I looked up at him as we ran. His hair was soaking wet, and it was pretty…handsome. His jeans were drenched, and his arms had water dripping down every part. I also noticed there was a big smile on his face and, I realized, on mine. I laughed gleefully, loving the thrill. Keefe laughed too, a grin spread on his face.

We ran in the pouring rain, laughing and enjoying the thrill. And then I saw my house come up too soon.

I tugged his hand. "My house is there!" But it felt too soon. I didn't want to go home yet.

"I love the rain," I yelled over the noise.

"Yeah? Me, too."

"So what are we doing?" I stopped running and so did he.

"What?"

"I mean," I said, breathing heavily. "Why are we trying to get out of it?"

He slowly grinned. "I like the way you think."

I smiled back, then let go of his hand and ran around, enjoying the rain. He did the same. We ran, jumped, flipped, rolled, and laughed until we grew tired.

"Okay," he panted. "I'm tired and cold."

I laughed and walked to my drive way. He took my hand again and it caught me off guard, but I didn't pull away. We walked up the drive way and stopped at the porch and stood there, catching our breaths. He was still gripping my hand. I kept my eyes off his wet body because he was wearing a white t-shirt.

When we finally breathed normally, we stood there. I noticed he was shivering, squeezing my hand Then it dawned on me that he held my hand for warmth.

"Oh!" I let go of his hand and it flopped back to his side. I unzipped the sweater and took it off. "Thank you for that."

"It's cool," he said, putting it on. He stopped shivering, and I started again, feeling a cold wind hit my body.

After standing there for a moment, he cleared his throat.

"Later, Sophie. I didn't have that bad of a time, considering." He grinned at me. That same cute lop sided grin. I couldn't help it—I grinned back.

He began to walk away, into the pouring rain.

I bit my lip. For some reason, I wanted him to stay. I ran up to him, grabbing his arm.

"Wait!"

He stopped and looked at me, confused. "What?" we had to yell over the rain. Great, I'm getting cold and soaked again.

"Uh, it's raining pretty hard." I awkwardly shoved a wet piece of hair behind my ear, shivering again.

"Yeah, I see that…" he still looked confused, glancing at my hand on his arm.

"Do-do you want to…you know, come in my house? While you wait for the rain to stop? I play video games." My jaw was shaking.

Slowly his expression changed. I couldn't quite read it. "You mean spend the rest of the day with you?" He almost laughed.

Embarrassed, I faked a grin. "Yeah. Stupid, right? Bye, Keefe." I stomped away, wanting to punch myself. I didn't care about the rain anymore. I was at the door when he suddenly grabbed my hand, stopping me.

"Dude, I was joking. You're pretty cool," he said, looking down at me shyly. It was kind of cute how he looked embarrassed admitting he thought I was cool. I felt his eyes still on me. So I glanced up at him and caught him looking at me. He quickly looked away.

"I get that a lot." I glanced at our hands together. It felt so great in his hand. He suddenly let go and scratched his hair, looking a little pink. "Well, what are you waiting for? I'm cold and wet here."

I smiled and unlocked the door and walked in my house. We were greeted my adopted mother, Edaline.

"Hi, sweetie," she said. "Oh my goodness, you're all wet. Go get towels."

"Oh, this is Keefe Sencen," I said. "Keefe, this is my mom."

He stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

My mom shook it. "So, you're a Sencen? As in the son of—"

"Lord Cassius, yes," he finished. "But don't worry, I'm nothing like him. And I'm way better looking."

He smirked, messing up his already perfectly messy hair, which somehow made him look really good. And it was still wet. I looked away before he noticed.

"Why, yes you are. So where were you guys?"

"At the movies," I said.

"I didn't know you were going on a date. Good job, by the way. He's very handsome."

"Mom," I groaned. "It wasn't a date."

"So I was promised video games?" he turned to me, changing the subject.

"Right. It's in my room. But first we need towels."

I walked to the bathroom and he followed. I handed him a towel and started drying my hair and legs. Then I put my hair in a pathetic bun, and I knew I looked like crap but honestly I didn't care.

"So, how about those video games?" he asked.

"Right." I brushed passed him.

I started up the stairs and he followed. When we reached my room, I saw his expression change. Shock, maybe?

"Wow." Yup, definitely shock.

"What?" I glanced at my stuffed elephant, Ella, sitting on my bed.

"Nothing…I just thought you had a girly room and stuff; because you hang with Biana." He was looking right at me.

"Nah," I said, looking away. I pulled out my Xbox games. "Here are my games. Pick any one you want."

His eyebrows lifted. "All the games I love." He glanced up at me. "You're not so bad after all." He smiled a little before looking back down.

"What, you thought I was bad?" I frowned.

He just gave me that cute lop sided grin. I looked away before I grinned stupidly back. He handed me a game and I put it in the Xbox and he took a seat on my bed. I sat next to him. He looked at Ella and slowly grinned at me. That stupid (but really cute) lopsided grin.

"Aww, you have a stuffed elephant?" he threw it up in the air.

"Give me that!" I snatched it away from him, placing her carefully next to my pillows, swatting him on the head.

"Ow!"

I grinned at him. He glared at me. Then he pushed me off my bed. I heard him laughing as I lay on the floor. After he stopped laughing he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

His eyes swept across the room again before landing on mine. "I like your room. It's…cozy."

I smiled a little. "Thanks. It took me a while to decorate but…I guess I did a decent job."

His eyes landed on something. My guitar.

"You play guitar?" he said, turning to look straight at me.

"Yeah, a little."

"Me, too." I looked back at him, and he smiled so big at me I couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across my face.

"Play for me."

I stopped smiling. "What?"

"Come on, you're not shy are you?"

"No, I…" I looked at the floor.

"Come on, I let you use my sweater. Which now smells like you, by the way."

For some reason, I blushed madly. "Oh, um, I can wash it."

"Nah, I didn't say it smelled bad. Now play."

I sighed and picked up my guitar. I sat down awkwardly, thinking of which song I should play. I glanced up at him. He smiled and nodded, urging me on.

I took a breath and looked away from him. I started playing Solo by The Story So Far. Before I realized it, I started singing. Immediately I blushed but I kept playing. Then something happened: he started singing along. I looked up at him and he looked at me and he kept singing and I kept strumming and singing. Then I stopped because the song was over. We sat there for a few seconds until I spoke up.

"I didn't know you knew that band."

"I could say the same about you."

"So, can you play good?"

He responded by taking the guitar. He started playing. I instantly recognized the song. It was Death Valley by Fall Out Boy. Then he started singing. I loved his voice. Hell, he sang as well as Patrick. I watched him for about 10 seconds, the way his mouth moved and how his fingers so easily glided across the fret board. Then I started singing a long. He shot me the biggest grin I've ever seen.

When the song was over, he smiled at me. "That was fun. I never get to do that because—"

"No one likes the same music," I finished, nodding. He looked at me.

"Yeah…exactly." He put the guitar back. Then he turned back to me.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, looking away. "Wanna play some video games?"

"Sure. You wanna get beat?"

"Oh, it's so on!"

We played until my mom called us for dinner.

"Oh, I didn't know it was that late," he mumbled, getting up.

"That's because you're having such a good time with me." I grinned cheekily and poked him.

He rolled his eyes but didn't deny it. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the left, then take a right, then down that hall."

He stared blankly at me.

"Follow me."

He followed me and I showed him to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs to go eat some dinner.

"So," my mom said, smiling a little. "Keefe, huh? He's cute."

I felt the blush creeping up my cheeks. "What? He's just a friend. He's only here to wait until the rain stops."

She just kept smiling. "It stopped."

"Oh…"

"Is he staying for dinner?"

"I don't know."

"Uh, Foster? I think I'm lost!" I heard him yell.

I laughed. "Coming!"

I went to the bathroom. Keefe was standing in the middle of the hallway, unsure where to go. "Your house is huge," he explained.

I just laughed. "Are you staying for dinner?"

He loudly sighed. "Only because my mom probably didn't save me any food."

I frowned. "Why wouldn't she?"

He didn't answer. "Are we going or what? Or do you want me to lead, so you can admire the view?" He grinned lop sidedly.

I rolled my eyes and led him to the dining room.

"Hello, Keefe," my mom said. "You can sit over there, next to Sophie."

"Where's Grady?" I asked.

"He had to do something with the council," she said quickly.

I sat down and Keefe sat next to me. We awkwardly began to eat.

"So, how'd you two meet?" my mom asked.

I glanced at Keefe. He looked away, like he was already looking at me. "Um, I think a few months ago when I went to Biana's house. Keefe was there."

"Yeah," Keefe jumped in. "I always thought she was another annoying friend of Biana's."

I rolled my eyes and he grinned at me. I told myself not to look but did. And he just looked so cute grinning like that I couldn't help but smile back.

My mom noticed. "So, are you two dating?"

I was in the middle of chewing but when I heard that I coughed and accidentally swallowed without chewing all the way and a piece of food was stuck in my throat and I started coughing and chocking and something slapped my back and the piece of food flew out my mouth and landed on my mom. Embarrassed, I muttered a sorry.

"It's okay, I'm glad you're fine," my mom said, getting up to go clean herself.

I rubbed my back. "That hurt, Keefe."

"Hey, it worked didn't it?" He was laughing.

I glared at him. He grinned because I was hurt.

"So," I cleared my throat. "What now?"

"Now, I'm going home. I think the rain stopped." He stood up. "I would bring my plate to the sink but I don't know where the kitchen is."

"Of course."

I kind of wanted him to stay, I was having fun. But I went to the door and opened it for him.

He stood there for a moment, with his hands shoved in his pockets. He looked like he wanted to say something.

"I had a good time?" I said, unsure what to say.

"Yeah. Keep playing." He grinned at me. That cute—well, you know. There was a look of reluctance in his eyes, like he didn't want to leave. So he stood there.

"Um, maybe one day we can…I don't know, play together?" I said.

"It's a date." He smirked.

"You and the guitar can have fun."

He laughed and walked out the door.

"Bye," I called out.

"Yeah. Bye," he said, glancing over his shoulder. Our eyes met again.

I closed the door. But I went to the window and peeked out. He was walking kind of slow, like he didn't want to be home. Then he suddenly turned around. He was walking back! He stopped in front of her door. He hesitated, and then knocked.

I waited a few seconds so he wouldn't think I was watching him. Then I opened the door, pretending to be shocked.

"Keefe? Can't get enough of me can you?" I smirked.

"Hilarious," he said in a deadpanned voice. "You didn't give me my money."

"Damn, I thought you forgot," I laughed.
He shook his head in amusement. "You didn't think I'd actually pay for your food did you?" He laughed, like he was laughing at my stupidity.
"You did pay for the snacks," I pointed out.
He slowly grinned. "Which reminds me." he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "You owe me 5 dollars and 49 cents."
I sighed and shook my head. "Fine, just hold on."
I went upstairs and got my money. When I came back down, he was leaning against the door frame. He was facing outside, so his back was turned to me. I couldn't help but notice he had broad shoulders and great hair. I shook my head and continued down the steps.

He turned around. "It's about time."

"Oh, you're lucky I even went up to go get it," I snapped, giving it to him.
"Oh?" he said with a raised brow. He counted the money.
"Yes."
"And I thought you were going to thank me for walking you home. The nerve." he said, shaking his head in disappointment and continued to count the money.

"Hey!" he said.

"What?"

"Where's my 49 cents?"

"Oh, come on!"

"Think I'd forget, didn't you? Well I'll be stopping by another day for my money."

"Of course," I sighed. "Oh, and thanks for walking me home."
"Oh, please. You can't genuinely thank somebody after they reminded you to. You probably were happy this handsome man walked you home." he smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "Um, define handsome."
"Uh huh. You can't lie to an Empath."

My jaw fell. "You're an Empath?"

"Yup. And dude, I can only feel emotions when I touch people. But I can feel yours from a distance."

"Really?" I was shocked. "What am I feeling right now?"

"Shocked and embarrassed." He grinned lop sidedly. It was so cute—wait! He knows how I feel. Stop it!

My face heated up. "Embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed?"

He laughed. "You tell me. But I think you know why."

I folded my arms. "Yeah? Why?"

He shook his head in amusement. "Bye, Foster." He started to walk away, but he paused and turned around. "Oh, and don't watch me from the window again. Totally creepy, man." He walked away, laughing to himself.

My face was on fire when I closed the door. But I couldn't help a tiny smile creep upon my lips. Then I remembered he can feel everything I feel, so I stopped and shook my head.

"I don't like him," I muttered to myself. "I barely know him and he's so annoying."

KEEFE POV

I started to walk back home. I felt Sophie's emotions still, and she felt embarrassed and…giddy.

"Man, why am I so charming and hot?" I muttered. Speaking of hot…Sophie wasn't bad looking. Okay, who am I kidding? She was gorgeous. Don't get me started on how she looked in my sweater. It was so big on her, and she just looked…wow. And when she put her hair in that messy bun. Oh, man. And the way she sings…

I still couldn't help the tiny smile that spread. I had a great time; the best in weeks. But I would never tell her that. I smelled my sweater. It still smelled like her. I secretly hoped the smell never went away.

"I don't like her," I muttered to myself. "I barely know her and she's so annoying."

Please read those of you who just read this chapter and are probably cringing from how bad it is. Trust me-I KNOW.

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You better be!

Wait...obviously you're reading this...

Okay, this first chapter is terribly written. I wrote it last year and it's just...ugh. Terrible. And I noticed this first chapter has almost 2 thousand views and the rest just have hundreds. Some of you probably gave this story a chance, saw how terrible this chapter is, and gave up on it.

Yeah, you did that? I don't blame you.

Well, guys, I'd appreciate it if you just read to at least the 4th chapter bc my writing (I think) gets much better and the plot is diff but still the same if you're catching my drift. It gets better-trust me.

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-Yana