tiring - pico x gf x keith (Discontinued)

Chapter 22

GUESS WHO PASSED OUT AT 1AM?  I DIIIIID!! and I'm still tired despite getting ten hours of sleep ugh

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Pico's POV

I woke up, and saw Keith, looking down at me, worried. I wanted to move, but i was too comfortable. I gently put a hand on his cheek, and gently rubbed his cheek with my thumb. He smiled. Cherry pat my head. "you feelin better?" She asked. I nodded.

"Hey..can you..uhm..call my..uhm.." i tried to remember who i wanted her to call. I did just wake up, so.. "your sister?" She asked. I suddenly remembered. I nodded.

"Yes, please.." i replied. She nodded, and kissed me, before walking off. I started shaking like crazy. Keith brought me up a bit, so i could rest my head in the the crook of his neck. I gently rested my head by his, and he kissed my cheek. I felt safe, but i wouldn't stop shaking. Cherry came over after some minutes later. "She'll be here soon. In the mean time, here." She spoke. I sat up, Keith now in my lap, as she handed me a cup of water. "Thank you.." i thanked her. She nodded, and sat down by me, as i drank the water.

After a bit, i finished the water, and set the glass on the table. A while later, the door opened, my sister walking in. She came over, and sat down by me, Keith and Cherry going upstairs, giving us some time to talk. "You feeling okay?" She asked. I shrugged. She gently grabbed my face, and turned it so I would look at her. "Are you sure?" She asked. I shrugged again. She sighed. "Cmon. Dad got really fuckin worried when he heard about what happened. Steve was super fuckin worried about you. I was worried." She explained.

I shrugged again. She huffed. "C'mon. Please. Give me something." She spoke.

I couldn't feel anything. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but nothing couldn't come out. She immediately grabbed onto my hand, looking at it. I felt as her hands shook like crazy. She held my hand against her cheek, trying to feel how cold i was. I assumed i was terribly cold, as she wrapped the blanket around me, making sure i was comfortable. "Pico, cmon, please, don't tell me you're gone.." she spoke.

"I'll.." i managed to speak out.

"I'll be okay." I spoke, gently patting her head. She smiled. I could already tell she missed that. I remember dad said that mom got us in a car crash when i was only 10, she was only 8. Got separated. Finally came back together then years later. I remember that dad told me, that i told him, when he was gone, that Fura would steal his spare helmet, and hug it close as she watched TV. Funny to think about it now, actually. I think her anxiety developed cause dad left every morning. We wouldn't wake up to see him. Sometimes it got so bad Steve had to stay home to make sure she was okay.

I worry about her. But why does she worry about me? She knows I'm gonna be perfectly fine. I mean- other than the car crash. I was only so young, still surprised i lost memories from said car crash. Thought i could do better. She let go, and grabbed a glass of..supposedly whiskey..i think it's whiskey- and took a drink, before setting it back down..where the fuck did that come from again?

She turned me around, and started combing my hair. Again, where the fuck? "Why the fuck are you combing my hair?" I asked, laughing a little. "Your hair's infuriating me for the first time in fuckin years. Atleast look a bit pretty for the two." She spoke.

"Oh, and i thought you didn't care about that stuff, maybe your girly shits kickin in?" I teased.

"No, and it never will. I atleast have a decent sense of what the fuck looks good." She spoke, finishing up my hair. She gently pat it, letting it fluff out, before slicking it back again. She knows i like it fluffed out- it's more comfortable.

"ugh..good point." I replied, as she turned me to face towards her again. She gently pat my cheek, smiling at her work. "Alright sis, you remember the age old thing, turn around." I spoke. She sighed, grabbing her glass, and turning around. I started messing around with her hair. It actually looks like Jula's hair. All frizzy lookin and shit, except it's not brown or whatever. I started running my fingers through it. Already brushed, making this a bit easier. "How old was Ms. Treader again? twenty-five?" She asked. "What? You're way off. She's fourty-one." I replied. "No wonder she looks so horrifying. It's like she was flirting with me before i slammed her face into the desk. Ugh. Makes it worse." She spoke, disgusted.

"Yeah, aren't you with Garcello or sumthin? Lookin at the ring on your finger." I asked, seeing as she set her now empty glass down on the table.

"yeah, maybe." She replied, as i gently messed around with her hair, fluffing it out. "Maybe?" I questioned. "Gettin married already? dad would be proud. Awe, i can just imagine the smile on his face." I finished. She giggled. "Awe, and you already knew..i wanted it to be a surprise. But, you were going to figure it out anyways." She replied.

I finished fluffing her hair, and gently running my fingers through it again. She turned around to face me. I gently took her hand, and looked at the ring. All white, but there was a little mark on it. Just a rune. I could tell there was Ion in it. The white was just quartz. It looked very pretty though. All of a sudden, she grabbed the blanket, and set it aside, getting up from the couch, and grabbing her glass, dragging me up from the couch.

She lead me outside, and we both ran through the forest. "Where the fuck are we going?" I asked. "You'll see!" She replied.

We kept running, and running, until we reached a familiar small cabin. "Why are we going to dad's cabin?" I asked. She didn't reply, and went up to the door, knocking on it

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Okay, so I've been busy moving into my new house so i fucking forgot ugh

i write stuff with garcello and fura on discord so i can find some ideas for the book