Keefe's POV

I woke up snuggling next to someone. I opened my eyes and realized that I was laying next to Foster on a park bench. My hands were wrapped around her waist. My face was in her hair. Her hands were on my hands and her head was rested in the crevice of my neck. Her lips were parted and it took of my power not to make out with her right there. Sophie started to move and I pulled her closer to me. She smiled and snuggled closer. I tangled my legs with hers. She sighed and snuggled closer. Then someone cleared there throat. I opened my eyes and saw Fitz. He had an evil smirk in his face. I quickly sat up and looked around for anything out of place. Then, Sophie's warmth left my grip and a bucket of a slimy substance was poured on me. I screeched and reached up to my hair. MY HAIR. It was gross and flat and slimy. I CAN'T FUNCTION. Foster then comes over to me and give me a strangling hug. She got the slime all over her. I smiled and wrapped my arms around her. She kissed me and I kissed back. She pulled away and grabbed my hand. We walked over to the door and waited for Fitz to walk out. When he did, Foster gave him a hug and got slime all over him. Fits laughed and wrapped an arm around her. I walked over to them and wrapped them both in a hug. Fitz growled. Sophie laughed and pulled away. Her hair was full of the slimy stuff.

"What even is this stuff?" She asked, feeling her hair. I felt my hair and it felt softer than normal.

"You didn't," I said. Fitz smiled. My jaw dropped and glared at Fitz. "How could you?" I asked, hurt. Fitz smile widened. Sophie looked at us, confused.

"What is it?" She asked. She was cute when she was confused.

"He used my conditioner," I mumbled. I heard Foster slip a laugh.

"Is that why my hair feels really smooth?" She asked. I smiled and nodded. She looked at all of our bodies. "That's a lot of conditioner."