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15: (BONUS) Dream

It's not what you painted in my head
There's so much there instead
Of all the colors that I saw

Shiro's apartment was a small one-bedroom with an island in the kitchen and a surprisingly large bathroom. It was on the twelfth floor of a fourteen-story building and had a view and a rooftop garden, which were some of Pidge's favorite things about it. She loved Shiro's apartment, but that was only half the reason she enjoyed coming here so much.

Pidge, Matt, and the owner of said apartment spilled in the door, Matt beelining for Shiro's chair while Shiro made for the island, dropping his keys and wallet on the countertop. Pidge followed along after them, contentedly sucking on a green apple lollipop.

They had known Shiro for about six months now. After the first day, the three became something close to inseparable. Of course, Shiro had fed Pidge's coffee addiction since the very beginning, which had helped. But she really had grown to love him- he was a great friend, despite being the same age as her college freshman brother. Smart, too, which was good because she was quite positive that she and Matt would have gotten bored of him by now if he wasn't, which would suck because a) he was a good friend and b) he had saved their lives.

Naturally, her brother was also head-over-heels for him. Just as naturally, Shiro was completely clueless, but Pidge had a plan.

It had come to her the night before as she sat solving and re-solving a Rubix cube over and over again, watching code scroll by on her computer screens. It had been something like three AM and she couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted coffee, and then, out of nowhere, she knew exactly what to do. Probably the literal oldest trick in the book, but it could also be effective if played right.

An evil grin crept across her face as she watched Shiro search the fridge for something to drink.

Shiro turned back around and walked into the living room, where Pidge was perched on the armrest of his couch, tapping out morse code, and Matt was spinning round and round in the swivel chair at Shiro's desk. She watched him shake his head with a little grin at their endlessly fidgety states of being and tilted her head as she saw his eyes travel back to Matt over and over again. She smiled slightly. This might be even easier than she thought.

"I want strawberries," she announced to the room at large. Matt brought his feet down, effectively stopping the chair, while Shiro ran a hand through his hair.

"Um, I don't think I have any," he said thoughtfully, turning back to rummage through the fridge again. He came back a moment later, shaking his head. "Sorry Pidge, fresh out," he told her.

Well, she already knew that.

"Didn't you say you were growing some on the roof?" she asked innocently, pointing upward. She knew he was because after he had mentioned it last week she'd double checked. And then triple checked.

She got up, heading toward the kitchen. She passed by Shiro just as he turned and started for the table, discreetly pulling his phone out of his pocket. She glanced up. Neither of them had noticed. She fought down a smirk and tucked the phone into her own pocket. She kept walking, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge before returning to the couch. Phase one complete.

"Yeah, I've got some up there," Shiro said distractedly as he flipped through the mail. "Actually, they're probably ripe by now. You want me to go check?"

"Yes please," she said, bouncing slightly on the couch. Matt was tapping the fingers of both hands and one of his feet, though he had stopped spinning the chair. He was absentmindedly reciting the periodic table under his breath- the book they had been reading earlier had mentioned the origins of the table. She smiled. God, she loved her brother.