Pessimistic [Completed]

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-+Keith's PoV+-

"I know you're there, don't mess with me!" My voice quaked. I put up one hand like I was going to hit someone, but if they tried to fight me I knew I would run. "Please come out of there?" I whispered to myself.

A red footed shoe stepped out of the alleyway.
Well, not just a foot. A whole person.

He had ginger hair done up, pointing behind him. His dark green turtleneck sweater had a slightly ripped light green tank top on top, and tan cargo pants with holes in the knees. He had a faux leather messenger bag by his side, with his hand in his pocket on the other side. He held a small gun in the other hand.

Was he going to kill me?

I stepped back cautiously, covering my chest.

"W-who are you? And why are you following me?"

He hesitated before answering. "Pico. Why are you out here this late?"

"I could ask you the same thing, stalker."

"I'm not a stalker."

"You were following me!"

"Out of curiosity."

The sky was getting darker by the minute, stars getting covered by dark clouds.

I was running out of things to say. I didnt think well under pressure. "Curiosity killed the cat?" It wasnt a question though. He looked really confused.

"Do I look like a cat?" He stepped towards me. He was going to strangle me, wasnt he? He was definetly going to kill me.

"Go away before I call the police." I grabbed my bag and tried to find my phone, keeping my eye on him. I pulled it out, turning it on. "See? I'll do it. I will."

-+Pico's PoV+-

This man was trying too hard. I could see right through him. He was terrified. I still wanted answers from him though. Why would such a scaredy cat be out here this late? And alone?

-+Keith's PoV+-

"Why are you out here this late?" 'Pico' asked again. I didn't trust him. He had a gun, for goodness sake! Who follows people in the dark, carrying a gun?

I held my phone up shakily. "Dont try anything funny. I wont hesitate."

He sighed. "You realize if I was going to kill you, I would have done so already. Or are you to busy acting tough?"

I lowered my phone a bit. He was right though. Maybe he wasnt going to kill me.
My phone started ringing, and I jumped a bit. It was my mom. I declined it.

My phone started buzzing like crazy.

So she wanted me back. I would go, but something was off. I didnt like the way she worded that last message. I didnt trust it. I just ignored her. It was safest.

I turned off my phone and put it back in the bag.

I'm not going back.

"Back where?"

Oh crap, I said that out loud? I really need to keep my thoughts in my head.

"Why should I tell you?" I didn't need some random man knowing everything about me.

He raised his gun slightly, as if making sure I could see it. "Back where?"

I gulped. "Home. I left. There, happy now?"

-+Pico's PoV+-

So this kid was a runaway? That explains things.

-+Keith's PoV+-

Maybe I should have put up more of a fight. I shouldnt have just left. I dont know what would have happened, but I'm sure it was better than being threatened by a stranger with a gun.

Pico stood there for a moment, thinking. "Well, I'm a runaway too. You seem paranoid enough, want to stick with me?" He reached out his hand, an unsure look in his pearly eyes.

I hesitated, looking at his hand. "...Sure." What did he mean, paranoid enough?

"Alright then. What's your name?" He put his hand back in his pocket.

"Keith."

"Well then, Keith, as you already know, I'm Pico."
"Yeah. So where are you going?"

"No idea. I've already lost a lot of time though."

Now that I was closer to him, j could see him more clearly. He had rosey cheeks on his pale skin, and bangs under his eyes. His clothes were the dirtiest I'd ever seen. His shoes were worn deep, like all he did was walk. "How can you be late if you're not going anywhere?"

"I'm just trying to get away from something, not go somewhere."

"Did you kill someone?!"

"No, no... Well, sorta. I didn't do it properly."

This guy wasnt exactly easing my fear. Oh well. I guess for now, hes my only friend. I'll make do.

Already working on the next chapter. I WILL finish this story. Hopefully.