Pessimistic [Completed]

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Okay yall just a note! Theres a ton of swearing in this chapter and some words that may be considered slurs. I dont think they are, but just a forewarning.

-+Keith's PoV+-

Pico turned around with a start, his gun already drawn and his donut on the sidewalk.

I looked behind me. They were a girl, I assumed. She had a bright pink dress over a pale pink long sleeved shirt and tights, and a basic pink headband. She must really like pink.

Aside from that, she had dullish yellow skin and short black hair.

"I can't even begin to remember the last time we've spoken." The inside of her mouth looked bloodstained.

"How did you find me?" Pico furrowed his eyebrows, putting the barrel of the gun to her forehead.

"You're sitting in the middle of the park in broad daylight. What's there to find?" She pulled out a knife and stuck it to his throat.

"Latin knives. Classic."

"Where've you been? And who's the boy?" She stuck a second knife against my throat. I stiffened. I was not going to die in the middle of a park.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Bet you're still whoring around, arent you?"

"As usual, you're wrong. I decided to give up on that bullshit, mostly because theres not many homo hoes."

"You're gay?"

"Fuck yeah, bitch. Why do you think none of the boys lasted?" She snarled.

"What the heck is going on here?" I interrupted.

"Its called a conversation, pussy." Her hold on the knife tightened, but she pulled it away. "I suppose this is your boyfriend, twink-co." She snickered.

I felt my face heating up, and thought about leaving.

Oh right, I dont exactly have anywhere to go.

"I met him yesterday, bitch. Try again."

"Oh, but hes still here, isnt he? Not like-" She counted on her fingers. "A lot of people."

Pico growled. "Listen up, fucker. I left that shit behind. After... after everything that happened I'd rather forget."

"You're not the only bitch who's guilty, Prick. I could have helped as well, but I didn't."

I sat there awkwardly. Wow, this sidewalk sure is interesting.

"I didnt take the blame. Sort out your own emotional problems before sending me to therapy."

The girl stared at him. "Fine. Maybe you should sort out your physical problems as well." She gestured towards his ragged clothes.

"Reality doesnt matter as long as theres freedom."

"Blah blah blah, second amendment right to bear arms. Kudaranai amerikahito." She rolled her eyes.

The mood between these two changes so quickly. I'll admit, I wish I had that close of a friend.

I cleared my throat. Why did that take so much courage?

"Oh, forgot bluebird was still here. Why dont you scram?"

"My name isnt bluebird. It's Keith. And I'm homeless."

"I dont think I fucking asked for your name. And if you're homeless, find a home."

"Nene, it's not that easy." Picos face went straight.

"It was for me. All I had to do was go missing, kill my twin sister, and steal her identity. It is that easy. Also, call me Sakura. Dont need the police on my back."

"Not all of us have a rich twin sister."

"That's not my problem, is it?"

"Guess it's not my problem if you get caught by the police, Nene."

"You always were an idiot."

"As if you aren't."
"Should we get going?" I whispered.

"You're not seriously thinking about leaving already?" Nene scoffed.

"Its been my lifestyle for years, its fine."

"Not his. Shouldnt you let him rest?" She talked about me like I wasnt there, and it was messing with me a little.

"Rest where?"

Yeah, where?

"I stole the identity of a rich girl, I've got a house, dumbass." She snickered.

"Really? I thought you'd have a messy, rundown apartment."

"I have to keep my sisters taste. She would never do that. And anyways, who says it isnt messy?"

Pico laughed.

Call me selfish, but I couldnt help but feel a bit jealous. I've never been this close to anyone as they are. I couldn't just walk up to my friend and hold them at gunpoint with a friendly conversation.

Maybe it wasnt that though. Maybe I felt a little left out.

That sounds stupid. Why am I so stupid?

"Whatever. Where is this mythical house you speak of?" Pico snickered.

"Suppose it would be mythical to a homeless dumbass as yourself. Just follow me."

Pico gave me a weird look.

Did I do something wrong?

Does he hate me?

Maybe he wants my donut.

"Come on, K."

"K?"

"Yeah. It's your new nickname."

"Oh."

"Y'all are soo gay!" Nene yelled from up front. "And slow. Hurry up bitches."

"Maybe you shouldnt run with scissors!" Pico yelled back.

"What are you, fetishizing me?"

"Maybe I am! And maybe I'll be racist too!"

"I can throw my knives!"

"I can shoot my gun, konichiwa motherfucker!"

"That's it! I've fucking had it with your misogynistic racially targeting humor!" She turned around and raised her knife, poised to throw.

I put my hands up in front of myself and stepped aside.

I think I'd rather not be stabbed today, thank you very much.

"As if. You wouldn't attack me in public, would you?" Did Pico have no sense of danger?

"You have a point." She sighed. "I'll stab you later."

"Sounds good." Pico looked back at me. "Come on, K. Why're you such a scaredy cat?"

See yall next chapter!