"Pidge, I'm not fucking wearing these."
"Keith just come out and let me see. I'm sure you're overreacting. They can't be that bad on you."
Keith creaked the bathroom door open slowly and popped his head around, looking at Pidge standing impatiently waiting for Keith to walk out.
"They're too short.." Keith said denying the whole idea of walking out at all.
"Hence why they are called booty shorts, Keith. Come out, now."
Keith hesitantly walked out from his bathroom and crossed his arms in an uncomfortable stance. His face was similar to being constipated.
"Oh my god. Keith." Pidge held back their laughter behind their tightened lips until they broke out laughing. "Sorry- sor- ahahHAH--"
"Okay that's it get out of my house."
"You can't just kick me out lol I'm your neighbor. Listen, they don't look bad at all, okay? I'm just not used to you in.. short..shorts."
Pidge continued snickering no matter how hard they tried not to, Keith eventually kicking them out of his room. Keith turned around to take one more look at himself in the shorts and knee socks.
They don't even go together, he thought to himself.
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Keith zipped his cheaply designed duffle bag shut then throwing it over his shoulder. It was the second day of practice and Keith already wanted to quit. Not only had he hated the formal clothing for the team, but he knew as much as a toddler would about basketball.
P: you on your way?
K: yeah. Can't I just wear some black jeans instead?
P: you and I both know that would be a fashion catastrophe.
K: and I'm supposed to care about fashion because?
P: Keith. oh my god. Just wear the stupid shorts.
K: they don't even fit me!!
P: I'll be waiting at the doors for you.
K: they will probably rip and show my ass in front of EVERYONE. Do you want that to happen, Pidge? DO YOU?
P: :)
K: do I ever get a say in anything I do anymore?
P: I'll see you when you get here!
K: I'm taking that as a no.
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Keith was practically close enough to the gym to walk right in. Pidge lied, of course, about waiting for him at the doors, but what's new. A female stranger approached him with a wide but eerie smile.
"Hey! Are you Keith?"
"Uh- um. Yeah?"
"Really? Cool! Can you follow me somewhere for a sec?"
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Knee Socks and Booty Shorts Don't Mix
FanfictionKeith hadn't had a good childhood, nor had his life been particularly easy. Because of this, not all of his choices were the best. These choices, of course, had repercussions. And these repercussions? Joining his school's basketball team. Of course...
