Keith's diary

Keith's Diary 6, Pidge's Revenge!!?

Dear diary 6•3•18
Sorry for another time gap but I haven't needed go write anything in a while. My birthday was definitely more of a wild ride then I expected but Lance helped me through everything that happened so I've recovered from that now.

Whilst my depression has gone down my anxiety has gone up, I haven't had a goodnight sleep in at least a week which means I've also been missing a lot of school. Exams are in a few weeks so missing these lessons really isn't helping my stress levels. But it's not all bad! Yesterday I got to see fall out boy live and it was amazing. It was my first mosh pit and I have to admit, being small isn't great.

I went with Sky along with some other friends and thanks to that concert and the band merch I bought I am now broke. I definitely missed this feeling.

Sincerely Keith xx

The small red book was hidden in the bed side table beside Keith. He was in his too-hot room with a fan directly on him. His raven hair was tied back and he was wearing a singlet and some boxers as he laid on his back. His window was still open and he was able to see the sun still setting in the sky. It was only seven o'clock but Keith was so tired.

He knew he had a Italian test tomorrow so he groaned and sat up. He practically lept onto his desk chair and decided that cross legged was the most comfortable position. He rolled the wheels of the black chair to his white desk which was directly opposite his bed. His grey laptop bag was was sitting under his desk so he reached down to scramble through its contents.

The violet eyed boy finally found his Italian book along with a pen and some extra notes. He piled them all onto his desk and spun his chair to face his stereo. Keith turned his stero on and attached the red aux cord to his phone. Casey had come home from work with a headache and was currently sleeping down stairs so Keith turned the volume down low as he proceeded to begin playing the latest album from fall out boy, 'Mania'.

The small boy proceeded to write notes until his phone lit up. It was from a group chat that the alfor group had on Instagram. Keith was lucky enough to have data right now but thanks to the constent conversation on the group chat, the data never really lasted long.

Keith input his password and clicked on the app which immediately revealed a photo of Hunk and his latest culinary masterpiece. Some sort of pasta with a range of herbs decorating it. Keith double clicked on the picture,  leaving a like, before clicking on his dm's.

Members online:
Queen (allura)
Tech.nred(pidge)
Playboy_ (Lance)
Actual.dad(shiro)
Cheff.green.goo (hunk)
Moustache.Coran (coran)
Thot_memes (Matt)
Keith.cocane(keith)
Better than.you(Cova)

The whole gang was here. The nicknames were all given by Lance, but they were purely for the group chat. The Cuban boy's  username however, was chosen by Matt under a bet. The bet was, if Lance could spend 24hours without flirting he would receive $20 from Matt and the chance to choose his username, the same went for Matt except he got to choose lance's nickname.

Unfortunately, Lance lost in the first 9hours by "accidently" flirting with Keith. So Matt got the money and Lance was stuck with the nickname @playboy_.

The group chat itself was called Pidge's revenge. -wait, that was new.
Usually it was Table For One, but someone will change it back soon enough. Keith finally studied the messages and began texting with the wild frenzy of his friends.

Group chat:Pidge's Revenge

lance named the group Pidge's revenge

Queen said: What do u mean Pidge, ur honestly going to get ur revenge on a teacher bc she gave u 1 detention?