The Misfits

Ch.1 Keith Anderson

Ch.3 Keith Anderson

"Fuck. Where am I?"

He felt his voice was hoarse after waking up from a very long, blissful dream. Or was it an entertaining nightmare? He could not see to make a decision since his mind felt like there was a fog over it. He scanned the trashed room, spotting undergarments tossed all over the room. He felt a slight movement next to him. He turned to the warm body, noticing her attractive and bare features. 

Keith sat up slowly, grabbing his trusty bag of snow on the nightstand next to him. He inhaled some of it before rolling it with care. He rummaged around the room, looking for his clothes. Once dressed in his black skinny jeans and band top, he stuffed the bag into his jean back pocket. Sniffing a bit of the air, he gave a farewell kiss to the sleeping woman, "Though I can't remembar anythin', I'm sure I had fun little hen." And off he went, without even saying a proper farewell. 

"Fuck! Whut time is it?" He cursed while trying to find the time. He rubbed his bare arms from the chilling wind blowing through the small group of people waiting for the crosswalk sign to turn green. All, discounting him and another teen, were all white collared business workers. He scrunched up his nose at the sight of uniformity. He decided to ask the rather chubby teen girl for the time. "Excuse me, love, whut time is it?" 

"The time?" The teen did not look up from her samsung phone, "It's 1:12." Sweet! I can still make it. Keith thought while shining a smile. She looked up from her cell phone and her mouth immediately dropped open. "Y-you're Keith Anderson!"

Shit. Better make my escape before things get crazy. "Thank ye fe the suppor, little hen. See ye aroun'!" He winked and dashed off. This is why I need a cell. But a lad's gotta indulge in his desires, he thought as his sprint slowed into a brisk walk. 

After a few blocks, he noted the slightly tilted sign, reading "... Detective Agency". And to add to his luck, he ran into the very person he was searching for. "Speak of the devil." He mumbled under his breath, sneaking behind the unsuspecting tall man. As he was just a few steps away, he leaped and wrapped his arms around the man's neck. "BOO!"

"Hey Keith." Chris replied a little too nonchalantly for Keith's liking. Keith pouted, watching the man continue to unwrap the Twix bar he probably bought from the convenience store down the street. Keith slapped the back of the man's head. 

"Yer no fun!" Keith huffed.

Chris flicked him hard on the forehead, "Watch yourself shortie." Keith growled low, rubbing the red mark that was no doubt forming on his forehead. 

"Giant."

"Why thank you."

"Shut up, Arsehole."

"No." Keith locked his stare at the unyielding man in front of him. No matter how old they were, they always acted how they were as teenagers. Keith couldn't help but let out a slight snort, causing both of them to break out into small chuckles. "Which ditch have you been living in Keith?" Chris patted Keith's back with full force, forcing Keith to keep his balance. Chris never did know how to hold back his strength since their time on the rugby team. 

"Sorry, sorry!" Keith retorted, making sure to drip his words with honey. "Had to go on a U.S. tour for the band, remembar?"

"Oh yeah..." Chris trailed off distractedly, preoccupied with examining Keith with his trained eyes. Keith could see Chris give a slight disapproving shake of the head, "You just snorted coke, didn't you?"

"Impressive as always." Keith gave two thumbs up, "Seems yer not a total dud of a detective."

Chris gave a deep, long sigh, "You still deep in those drugs huh."

"And ye still a no good drunk I see." Chris stared at him with raised eyebrows as Keith just grinned. Bingo."What can I say? Ye look like shit."  

"Glad you still haven't changed." If Keith didn't know otherwise, he would think Chris meant it as an insult. 

"Wish I could say the same." Keith lips tugged up at Chris' deadpan expression, before he realized he was brought into a tight headlock. "K-kiddin'!" Keith felt Chris' arm dig into his throat harder, gasping. "I'M KIDDIN' mutherfucka!"

"Thought so." Keith noticed a smirk found it's way on Chris' usually good-natured, exhausted face as he loosened his grip. "But what do you need help with this time?"

"Whut?" Keith decided to play dumb, blinking his eyes in an attempt to appear innocent and cute. It usually worked 99% of the time. 

"Stop that, it's disturbing." Well, there's the 1%. "Let's be real, you only visit when you need me to cover your sorry ass." Keith rubbed the back of his neck at Chris' blunt, but true statement. Keith decided it was better to just come clean this time, otherwise Chris would just end up rejecting him for wasting him time. Chris cleared his throat, and Keith grimaced slightly. 

"Can't say this isn't one of those times." Keith drawled out, feeling the piercing stare. 

"Spit it out." Keith noted Chris' jaw tighten, and knew his clock was ticking. 

"I got caught smugglin' illegal drugs for some ring leaders so I could have some free supplies. I need help to erase my tracks. Can ye do that for me?" Keith pleaded, attempting to use his irresistible big blue eyes again. He knew Chris would break this time. He always did. After another sigh, Chris 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll have it done by tonight." Chris complied. Keith jumped and tackled Chris in a bear hug. Keith wrapped his legs and arms around him in a strong grip, rubbing his cheek against Chris' prickly after shave face.

"AY!  Yer the best!" Keith droned on, showering Chris in praises and compliments. 

"I know I am." Chris replied curtly, already looking like regretting his decision. 

Keith caught the sight of some numbers on Chris' arm. "Hey...is that a hen's phone numba'?!" Chris closed his eyes, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Keith's lips stretched into a wide grin. "Was she hot?!"

"The correct term is beautiful. Way out of your league." Chris shoved Keith off and walked up the chipped off steps to his office building. "Now off with you. Can't have an addict loitering around the building, it's bad for business." Chris waved him off, as if he was a stray. 

"I owe ye mate!" Keith shouted. He had gotten what he wanted. Yet again. It was almost too easy.

"You owe me your life more like it. And even that wouldn't be enough." Keith pursued his lips, but before he could retort. The door slammed shut, leaving Keith to deal with the piercing remark.

"Ouch. Too honest, don't ye think?" Keith shrugged, after all, stars will always have haters who want to bring them down. And he was well on his way to becoming the brightest star. "Aight, now that's finished and done wit, gotta go visit the mates for some band sessions!"