The Boy Next Door

Spill The Tea, Keith

Pidge eyed Keith from her window, observing him as he did his calculus homework with a frown on his face.

About three weeks had passed since the first day, and he had been...off.

He shrugged it off and bickered with Lance like he usually did, but his eyes would search around wildly as if he was afraid that something was going to pop out if nowhere.
Pidge decided that enough was enough, and she was going to talk to Keith today.

She rummaged through her drawer and found a rock pile that she had for these occasions, picking a medium sized one before throwing it at his window that was opened.

He didn't even flinch or try to look at her, making her scowl. Again she grabbed another rock and aimed it at him now, repeatedly throwing multiple rocks at his brain.

She scowled before realizing that he had earbuds in, and she slyly smirked as an idea formed in her brain.

She quickly pulled out her phone before opening her Spotify, shuffling through the most recent hits and smirked as she saw what she needed. Keith had been rambling about how much he hated this song, and hooking he phone up to her Bluetooth speaker she turned it up to full volume. She knew Keith wasn't going to be able to ignore this song.

'I need somebody with some patience,'

She grinned as she saw him abruptly stop writing and look around, his brows furrowed.

'Cause you know I got a temperament'

"PIDGE SHUT THAT FUCKING UNHOLY TRASHY POP MUSIC OFF!"

Pidge cackled as Keith slammed his hands on his windowsill, glaring at her through his messy bangs.

"You don't even go to church to call it 'unholy', Keith."

"It doesn't matter Pidge, that song is trash. I can't believe you would betray me like this. We agreed that you wouldn't play it again!"

Pidge snorted and shut the song off, crossing her arms and looking at him with a smug look. "I took desperate measures."
Her expression turned into a serious one, arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"I need to talk to you."

Keith raised a brow, fully taking his earbuds out of his ears upon hearing the seriousness in her voice.

"Yeah?"

She sat on her bed, which was conveniently on its side so she could sit comfortably, her glasses sliding down her nose as she gave him a look.

"What's up with you and being more edgy lately?"

Keith propped his elbows up on his windowsill, raising a brow. "Isn't it better if you just to come over?"

Pidge made a face, dismissing the thought with a wave of her wrist. "No Keith. The last time we tried that was two years ago when I almost broke my leg after attempting to jump through your window."

Keith pursed his lips at the thought, glaring at the floor. "You're right. Well, just come closer I can't hear you."

Pidge sighed loudly and grudgingly got up, sitting on the window seat across from Keith. "Are you happy Sir Grumps?"

Keith flicked a piece of paper at her and she evaded it, grinning as she threw another rock that hit his arm successfully. "Success!"

She started laughing, doubling over at his offended expression. Keith scoffed but gave her a fond smile, and Pidge froze as she saw that smile.

Your damn, pretty smile. What the fuck.

She shook her thoughts from her head, crossing her arms as she stared at him. "You didn't answer my question Keith."