𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙. (picoxbf)

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|| Keith's Perspective ||

What I wanted..

He texted me, asking me what I wanted. But, that was a good question. What exactly did I want? Why was I texting him?

I looked down at my phone, noticing it probably seemed like I was keeping him on read since I've just been holding the phone all this time, but never replied.

<<well.. did you ever go to the drs.?>>

I texted him back. Wait maybe I shouldn't have asked that. I seemed like a prying mother trying to take care of her kid. Fuckk..

After a few seconds, I got a text back. I was expecting something like, 'dude why do you keep fucking asking that'. But the text was really simple actually.

<<not going>>

That reply made me grow a dead expression. But with a sigh, I just accepted I couldn't drag him there. Hopefully he takes care of it himself.

But with that note, I nervously started to type something else. Pressing send.

<<other than that hru?>>

I just didn't understand why I was so nervous to text him. My heart was even beating pretty fast just by thinking of his response. It was like I was in love with him or something.

<<fine>>

And that was all he said. It was sort of.. well.. half assed. But I'm glad he was doing alright. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood to talk.

Or..

<<why did you give me your #? be honest>>

. . .

<<cuz you helped me that day>>

<<so you did it to be nice?>>

<<basically.>>

With that text, it made me a little.. sad not gonna lie. But I just smiled at the text. Accepting that.

<<oh okay. i have some studies to get to so ill talk with you another time>>

. . .

<<bye>>