Reunited - [Pico x BF] (Completed) EDITTING

Chapter 12 - Proud

Pico's Pov

"I saw you battle here. Pretty neat."

"Look, I'm sorry. I got tied up into doing this." Keith said.

He tried to hold my hand but I flinched my hand. "Not a problem." I said.

"Im sorry... Is this a bad time?" A girl with long hair that is the same color as Keith's ties into pigtails asked.

"OH, sorry. Pico, this is my sister Miku." Keith introduced.

"Hi! I'm Hatsune Miku. Pleasure to meet a friend of my brother's." She said, getting her hand ready for me to shake it.

"And we're Skid and Pump!" The two popped out of nowhere.

"I can't believe you actually forgot us." Pump said.

"Oh aren't you two so cute." Miku said, going to their level of their heights and squeezing their costumes or whatever.

She stood up and return to me.

"Pico. I'm your brother's boyfriend." I said, shaking her hand.

Her eyes twinkled. "You're my big brother's boyfriend? Oh! I do remember you from his diary!"

"Miku, how dare you." Keith said.

"It doesn't make sense though. Why would he be there if you two are together?" She said, holding her hips to think but eventually gave up. "Anyways, I got to fly back to Japan. I only came here to see your performance. Goodbye! I will miss you. See you again after 10 years."

"Stay safe." Keith said, hugging Miku.

And there off she fled with her agent looking people.

"Pico?" Keith said, tugging on my sleeve.

"There's not a problem. Let's just go home and sleep painfully." I said, we started to walk to Keith's car.

"Because of eating popcorn." Keith added.

I took Skid and Pump with me. Who cares, I might get in trouble for making them missing or shitnot.

"Is your hand okay?" Keith asked, making me look at my hand.

The bruise is starting to grow, "But that doesn't matter for you, does it?"

"I'm sorry! Here, I go you this." Keith said, taking my arm to bandage it.

"No, let's just go home. I'm sure this will heal tomorrow."

"Pico. I meant what I said about being sorry."

"I know. I know you are." I said, getting in the shotgun seat. "Just give it time."

Keith helped the kids up the backseat and then went to the driver's seat.

The drive to home was very quiet.

"We have to work together if you want this to work out." Keith started a conversation.

"Ask yourself about that."

"I'm sorry, did you not want me to be happy?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know me alone isn't making you happy." I argued, forming my hand into a fist. "Keith, I love you. I am actually proud of you going out there being you. But the problem is, it's with your ex."

"You were my ex."

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"There's kids in the backseat." He warned.

I looked at the mirror and see them both sleeping.

"Pico! I am sorry." Keith apologized for the hundred time. "If you're worries about Cherry, I don't like her the way you think."

"No, no it's not Cherry. Though she's part of it but-- look, Keith. If you're in the battle, technically, you're still competing to win her heart. It doesn't matter if you're doing this as a friend or not." I took a deep breathe and sighed. "Cherry isn't gonna meet the one she wants to be with if you are the "boyfriend". You two have to pretend. And you competing makes me kinda left out y'now."

I turned the heater up for a bit, resting my head on the window as I hear the engine of the car.

"It's like when we were exes. You compete while I watch you with the audience. We were exes and we never had something special because you're focused on your" girlfriend" and the competition."

"I'm sorry that you feel that way." Keith said, finally parking beside the apartment.

"It's true that we have to be willing to work this out. You and me."

He smiled at me as he kissed my forehead and then heading out.

"Wake up you little shits." I said in a whisper while shaking Skid and Pump to wake up.

"Pico, no." Keith slapped my hand gently and then carried the both of them.

Keith's Pov

Pico and I put the mattresses in the living room like we planned. We put blankets and pillows to be more comfortable.

We tucked Skid and Pump into our bedroom. I guess they must've been tired about that party they threw that they left.

I finished making cocos so I took the mugs and gave them to Pico who is siting on the sofa watching the Prologue of the movie.

"Get ready to eat a lot of popcorn, loser." He said, taking bags of popcorn on the side of the couch.

"You bet." I said, grabbing one bag from him. "Hey, Pico?"

He hummed in response, opening a bag of it.

I gave him the lamp that I bought in the mall moments ago.

It's funny because Cherry's parents intimidated the cashier to let me check out first.

I messed up about the rap battle, huh.

"Happy Holidays." I said with a smile.

He smiled, taking something from his pocket.

A gift wrapped obvious gun.

"Merry Christmas." He said.

"Pico..."

"It's not what you think! Open it."

I trusted his words and opened it. What the-- it's socks. Why did it have the figure of a gun earlier?

"See, there's a puppy printed one, a unicorn one, a bat one, and a fuzzy socks." Pico said, pointing at the socks he's describing to.

"Aww, thanks, Pico. I love socks during Christmas." I said, hugging him.

"Me too." He whispered. "And I love you."