bad boys do it better. (pico x keith)

champagne and cigarettes.

Keith's POV

I continued to hear Stacy scream and cry as I speed walked down the hallway of my apartment complex. She was only over for the weekend, as her overprotective parents continued to keep her at their place despite the fact she was 19 years old.
We started to fight because I finally snapped at her. All we'd done for our three year relationship was hold hands and go on basic dates. We kissed on the occasion, but it always just felt like we were in grade school to me. I wanted something more affectionate and intimate without parents constantly hovering over our heads. I didn't want to feel like the bad guy, but I finally wanted to put my foot down.

Don't get me wrong, I like calm, slow relationships. I mean, I've only been in one or two in my whole life. I wasn't exactly very popular back at school, and I don't have a stable job at all. It was understandable. I just wish Stacy and I could go a little faster, because this wasn't slow, it was agonizing.

I pushed through the glass doors of the lobby, heading out into the cold afternoon. It was mid-winter, so it was already dark outside, a thick layer of cloud blanketing the sky above. It was kind of depressing, staring up at all that even though it was only 4pm. I started walking down the sidewalk, which didn't have as many people on it as normal. Normally, I'm quite a social and extroverted person, but right now, the silence was nice. It was just wind in my ears, as well as the occasional car that went by.

I didn't know where I planned on going, but wherever it was, I wanted it to be far, far away from here. It didn't take very long before I felt myself wandering off down an alleyway, one I'd seen a few too many times. I and Stacy always used to come here. I had a bit of a passion for rap battling, and loads of people around here were up for friendly competition. It was lots of fun.

Stacy's parents had always lectured us after returning from the subway station. They always spoke of boys with guns who were bad influences and worked in gangs. The idea of it scared me, but I'd never seen someone like that around before. It didn't effect me as much as it used to. They were only words, and  it's not like her parents have ever seen them around, right?

As I came onto the train platform, I was pleasantly surprised to see only one other person around the normally busy space. They sat far away on a bench, a green sweater drenched with rain hanging loosely from their body. Curly, slicked back bright red hair and pale, freckle covered skin. He spun something around in his hand, but I couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. I decided it wouldn't hurt to say hi. Hey, maybe he'd be up for a battle?

Pico's POV

I hated my tiny, rundown apartment. Right now that was all I could afford, and it sucked ass. I spend most of my time moping around secluded parts of town, and today, all the places I normally hung out were full of people. Surprisingly, the main train station hadn't been, so I decided that i was gonna hang around here instead. That was, until someone else wandered onto the platform.

Bright, neon blue hair, and a black, zip up jacket covering a white tee. Baggy, JNCO style jeans and big red sneakers. Looked like some kind of wannabe gangster. He spotted me and I froze, groaning under my breath. I hated talking to strangers, they were often so ridiculously polite. It was painful.
My annoyance only grew as he started approaching me. The grip I held on my gun tightened a little as he walked up to me, a smile on his face.

Keith's POV

He seemed pretty lonely looking. He glanced up at me, and I noticed his eyes. They were a crystalline gray, almost white. It was fascinating. That was, until I spotted his gun.
He had a gun. An uzi at that. And he was spinning it around like it wasn't a deadly weapon. I took a step back, a nervous expression on my face.

He looked pretty intimidating too. A stern, cold expression on his face and a cigarette hanging from his chapped lips. It was... oddly hot, the way he loosely held it. Wait, no, I shouldn't be thinking like that right now. He has a gun!

Pico's POV

I stared up at him with a ticked off expression as he got closer. The only advantage of him being this far into my personal space, was I got a better look at his face.
He had wide, deep brown eyes, and light freckles on his cheeks and nose. His face was soft and flower-boy ish, and he looked rested, a strong contrast to my eyebags and scent of smoke.

He was... kind of cute. I didn't really have a criteria for the kind of person I'd fuck. As long as I was on top, I didn't care if it was a guy, a girl, or someone in between. I just enjoyed it. And right now I was considering enjoying him.

A small smirk played onto my face as he continued to stare down at me. I chuckled as he spotted my gun, his face paling a little. I decided to play around with him a bit more. It was fun scaring the tiny ones.

"Boo."

I said suddenly. He gasped, falling flat back on his arse as he stared up at me with wide eyes. I stood up, putting my gun back in my pocket as I stared down at him. His breath had quickened severely, and he looked moments away from running.

"What's your name, kid?"

I asked hoarsely. What can I say? All those cigarettes don't exactly keep my voice crystal clear. I politely (well, more like aggressively impatiently)  listened for his response, smirking a little when he finally responded.

"K-keith... my name is Keith."