a/n: They're getting married soon *squeals*

Okay so I know I said I was going to stop these author's not but I think you should all know about my non-existent love life, considering I'm writing two people being in love. Just so you all know how unqualified I am to be writing this and you really should never take any relationship advice from this.

Okay so first, today in PE I was hanging out with my friend Khyra and then this kid comes over, takes in a deep breath, and pokes me so I'll turn and look at him. All he says is, "Hi." and I'm like, "Uh, hi." Then he slides down the wall and sits, so I follow because Khyra did that too anyways. I came up with some lame topic about being bored and we started talking and then someone threw his paper airplane over and I tried using it and it landed in front of me and he started teaching me how to throw this specifically folded in a box shape paper airplane and I found out his name is Connor. . . And there's a small chance he's dating my best friend.

*cries*

Then on the bus I got to sit with my senior ex-crush (meaning I got over the crush on him) and I started to realize why I started crushing on him in the first place. Him, this kid who has a crush on my sister, and I really bonded over specific topics like how I suck at sports and he told me, "You shouldn't try cheer leading because I know a lot of other pretty girls who's legs got banged up and one girl broke her rib." and I was just stuck on the fact that he said OTHER pretty girls... and I started thinking Did he just call me pretty?

And then I remembered that I imagined my entire love life #neverhadaboyfriendorhadaguyaskmeoutormyfirstkissoranythinginvolvinglovelife

So never mind. NEXT CHAPTER

no reread or edited

"Sixteen days!" Biana cheered, walking into their house. 

"Sixteen what?" Sophie asked, taking a sip from her bottle of youth. 

"Days. You know, until your wedding. We're almost down to two weeks!" 

Sophie's eyes widened. "Holy crap," she said. "Is everything ready for it?"

"You still need to write your vows, you know," Biana reminded, sitting on her couch. 

Sophie's shoulders relaxed in defeat. "How do you write vows? Like. . . What am I supposed to say, you know?"

"Well, I think you should start with what you thought when you first saw him."

"Cute?" She almost guessed.

Biana slouched. "Okay, so the first time you met Keefe you couldn't help but instantly like him. He was joking about you needing to go the the infirmary and you were embarrassed but let him walk you there anyways."

Sophie laid back on the couch. "You make it seem so easy,"

"That's because I already wrote my vows for my future wedding with Dex and actually wrote Ashla's vows for her."

Sophie's eyes widened. "You wrote her vows?"

Biana nodded with pride. "Best vows ever said at a wedding before, according to Magnate Leto," she bragged. "I'm glad Ashla got all the credit though, I don't want to be seen as that weird girl who wrote vows for the person marrying her brother. You know, cause it'll make me seem like I'm in love with my brother or something."

Sophie nodded. "Yeah, I get it." She sighed. "Do you think you could write mine?"

Biana sat up excitedly. "Me? Write the vows for the best wedding since. . . For the best wedding ever?" 

Sophie smiled softly. "Not the best wedding."

"There were so many people who wanted to come that the council had to make it so you and Keefe decided who were allowed to go and not just have whoever wants to go like normal weddings."

Sophie's eyes widened. "That's not normal?"

"In normal weddings it's more if you want to come you come. They send out scrolls to everyone and most don't come but it helps people meet more couples. Ashla met a whole new group of friends at her wedding and she's with them now."

Sophie gasped. "My bridesmaid ran off on me for some other group?"

Biana played along. "I know right? That traitor. It's no wonder I'm your maid-of-honor."

"Didn't we agree that Ashla would be your maid-of-honor, then?" Sophie laughed slightly. She was Ashla's maid-of-honor, Biana was her's, and Ashla would be Biana's. It worked out so no one was left out. 

"So, did you hear what the council decided?" Biana started to gossip.

"What?" She asked.

"They're thinking of restarting that human program thingy and the first thing to do is it to have Elves throw on events in the Forbidden Cities and there's talk of having a human wedding between you and Keefe to start off the project." She grinned. "Can you believe it?"

Sophie scoffed. "They hate humans."

"No, they don't. Not anymore, and you know that. They've warmed up enough to let them back into their life but not in their hearts. They'll never take care of the humans but they will help them when needed. Just enough that they can learn, but not enough that it will disturb the peace for us and make us go to war."

Sophie nodded. "I actually thinks that's a decent idea, actually," she said, smiling. "But not the human wedding. It's bad enough having to say the vows in front of a group of around thirty Elves, no matter eighty humans."

"Eighty?"

"That's how many people attended my parent's wedding, roughly. It was a big wedding, though. . . Okay, so maybe thirty other humans. It's really embarrassing." She nodded at her own words.

Biana rolled her eyes. "Sophie, it's not even true probably. Just a rumor. Don't listen to it," she assured. "Now, what are we doing today?"

Sophie scoffed. "Waiting for Marella to get here and for Ashla to get here."

___

"Hey, in three hours it'll be fifteen days and a bunch of hours," Keefe muttered, standing in Sophie's doorway.

She smiled up at him from her seat on her bed. "Can you believe it?" She asked in amazement. "We're getting married in almost two weeks."

He walked over to where she was sitting and wrapped an arm around her waist. "No, I can't believe it."

She let out a small sigh. "I'm thinking of staying Sophie Foster. Maybe hyphening it or something," she informed him.

"Why?" He asked, curious.

"I've just always been Sophie Foster. . . You know? You used to always call me specifically Foster. Now if you were to yell Sencen I'd feel like I was in some football or basketball game and my coach was yelling at me," she explained.

"You don't get that when you're Foster?"

"Well, when you say it I don't. You know me too well to let me be on a football or basketball team with you," she said, grinning slightly. "I'm going to go to sleep."

He nodded and kissed her cheek. "Goodnight, Mrs. Sencen."

She grinned, her head laying on the cold pillow. "Don't you start," she muttered sleepily.

"I love you," he said while standing up to exit the room. 

"I love you too," she responded, her words hard to understand.

He smiled at her sleeping form before walking away to his room on the third floor. His Imparter beeped and he answered it.

"Hey, are you going to sleep?" Fitz asked excitedly.

Keefe nodded. "What is it?"

"The baby kicked," he cheered happily. "Can you believe it?"

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Did you say the baby kicked yesterday?"

"Yeah. It kicked for the first time when she was with the friends she met a few months ago. This time I was there to feel it." He grinned.

"Dude, you should sleep. Don't babies keep you up all night or something? Go catch your sleep before you loose it."

Fitz rolled his eyes. "You're so lazy. Come here! Bring Sophie!"

"Sophie's asleep, just like I plan to be in a few minutes. We'll go see you tomorrow, Fitz."

He sighed. "Okay, fine. You're going to be the onyl explaining to it why you were too busy to feel him kick for the first time."

"Second," Keefe corrected.

"You sure you're not coming to even see for a second?"

Keefe nodded. "We'll come tomorrow if Sophie's not busy. I'll see you then. I really do need to sleep."

Fitz nodded. "Bye, dude."

Keefe replied before turning his Imparter off and falling back on his bed so he could sleep.