Pushover | A BF x Pico fanfic! (Currently On Hold!)

{Chapter 7} (Pt. 2)

Keith POV

I opened my eyes and rubbed them. I was too busy thinking about what I was gonna do about Cherry that I didn't realize Pico was holding onto my waist. For a man who tries to act tough, he looks so loveable and peaceful when he's sleeping. His orange hair wasn't slicked back anymore, it was messy and untamed, and his face was resting up against my chest, making his sharp facial features look soft. I couldn't help but smile.

I looked around, the sun was peaking through my curtains. I glanced back down at Pico, I didn't want to wake him, but I needed to get up. I scanned my living room for a pillow. I soon found one and carefully put his arms around it, trying not to wake him up.

I made my way to the kitchen to make us some food. I grabbed both the waffles and eggs and started cooking.

'Pop!' the waffles had jumped up out of the toaster. I went to grab them and put them on a plate when I heard a loud noise from the living room. I peeked around the corner to see Pico on the floor holding his head.

"OH MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY?" I darted towards him. I looked around his body, checking for any other injuries.

"I'm fine.." His morning voice was so intense, I couldn't stop my face from heating up. "Is something.. burning?"

"OH SHIT, MY EGGS!" I screamed as I ran to the kitchen, Pico slowly following behind me. "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

He had come up behind me and patted me on the back. "It's fine.." he yawned.

I grabbed the pan and scrapped them into the trash. Disappointed, I placed the waffles on a plate, put butter and syrup on the waffles, and held them to Pico.

He stared at me for a second and then he realized I was giving him the waffles. "Uh.. what about you?"

He grabbed them from me, "I still have more waffles left dummy." I snickered, pulling out the bag of waffles from the freezer.

I cooked my breakfast and we started eating together. He soon finished up and left to go home.

...

It's been at least a week and a half after I met Pico, and we've gotten to know each other a lot better. It's my last day before I have to leave for Colorado to go to my father's funeral.

I bursted out laughing as Pico had spilled some of the doughnut mix in himself.

"It's not funny Keith!" He grabbed me from behind and smeared the dough all over my face. "How does that feel, huh?" He let go of me laughing.

"Hey!" I chuckled, and he reached for more, but I stopped him.

"You're no fun.." He smiled at me and went back to shaping the dough into little donuts. I smiled back at him, also shaping the dough.

"Are you going to stay with your family for Thanksgiving?" He asked, sounding a little more serious than before.

"I'm not sure yet. I know that I'm gonna be there for a couple days." My smile faded, I probably would stay for Thanksgiving, especially since my family hasn't seen me in a while. "W-What about you?" I internally smacked myself, why did I stutter like that?

"Um.. I actually have no plans." He looked down at the dough. "It's not really Thanksgiving without people to spend it with."

"Oh.." I felt so bad. I didn't want to leave him, but would it be rude to bring him to the funeral? Maybe we could stay at a hotel and he could wait there until it was over. "Would you like to.. come with me? I could get us a hotel.."

His face lit up as he looked at me and smiled. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah! I could introduce you to my family."

"Wow.. Thank you." He smiled at me, his face was a little flushed too.

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