Chapter Twenty-One:

Sophie's POV:        "Ha! You've never even had a girlfriend! You're a disgrace to the football team!" I heard the football guys say to the new addition to the team, a kinda cute blonde with icy colored eyes named Keith.

         "That makes you just as pathetic and Sophia over there!" A cheerleader named Kasey said.

          I had been listening the whole time, getting angry on the Keith's behalf.

         I as I went to close my locker, my romance book fell out. It was about fake dating to seem cool. That made me realize what I could do to help Keith. I walked over to him. "Hey Babe!" I said.

        "Heyyyy..." he said back, clearly confused. I stepped closer to him, pulling his arm around my waist and putting my arms around his neck, leaned in, and kissed him. God, he was a good kisser. His lips were soft and he ran a finger through a strand of my hair causing butterflies to flit around in

      "God, Foster, could you get any cheesier?" Keefe asked, interrupting my writing.

      "It's a romance book, it's supposed to be cheesy. Besides, at least I'm writing, you're just sitting there reading over my shoulder. The only contribution you made was naming the characters Sophia and Keith!" I said, although I was secretly happy doing all the work- and having the characters have names that sounded just like the two of us.

          Causing butterflies to flit around in my stomach. As I pulled away, I whispered in his ear, meet me at my locker at 12:30. At 12:30, which was only 16 minutes into our next class, we both excused ourselves to the bathroom in our separate classrooms and met at my locker. "I'm sorry, I just thought you would want your friends to stop being rude about you not having a girlfriend and-"            "Maybe we can fake date!" He said.

          "Yeah! Like in a book! And we can trick everyone and

          "This story is ridiculously boring!" Keefe said. I hit him with a pillow. We were in my room working on our book for the English project and Keefe was absolutely no help at all. "Oh, is that what you wanna do?" Keefe asked, raising an eyebrow as he hit me with a pillow and smirked.

         Moments later we were in an all out pillow fight. I got close to him to hit him really hard with the pillow, when he just dropped his pillow, leaned in, and- tickled me! "Stop it Keefe! Omigod, ahh!" I squealed, laughing.

       "Only if you forfeit the fight!" He said.

       "Fine," I said, defeated.

        He smirked, noting his victory as he stopped tickling me and layed back on the bed. "Soooo is this gonna be one of the scenes we act out?" Keefe asked, gesturing at the computer.

       "Probably," I said, "it tells the story well."

       He smirked. "Wanna start practicing acting it out?" He asked.

      "Sure," I said. I got up and walked across the room from him. Then I ran up to him. "Hey babe!" I said.

      "Hey?" He said back, doing a terrible job at acting.

       I sighed but still leaned in, put his arm around my waist, put my arms around his neck, got closer and-

       "WHAT IS GOING ON AND WHY IS THAT BOY IN YOUR ROOM WITH THE DOOR CLOSED AND WHAT IS HE DOING TO YOU??!! EDALINE!!!" Grady called as he opened the door.

        I stepped to the other side of room as Keefe, blushing deep red. "We're working on a project for school, Grady, that was acting," I said.

       Edaline came running up the stairs. "What's going o- oh high Keefe... ohhhh," she said, realizing what was going on. I had told her everything about the project earlier that day. She started to laugh, "Grady, come on!" She said, pulling him out of the room.

      Once that left, we began to act out the scene again. And I leaned in close and- ding! Keefe got a text. His parents wanted him home for dinner now. "I've gotta go" he said, "sorry foster," and then he left. I sighed, daydreaming about our almost kiss.

A/n: I knowwww at this point it's like I'm almost stalling their kiss but I kinda am. I'm not sure if they should kiss for the play or for real first. Any ideas?