The Tutor

The Truth Comes Out (Shakira Shakira)

Week 2

Keith woke up on Tuesday, absolutely hating the world. He groaned and sat up in his bed, running his hand through his hair and frowning when it got stuck on a knot. Tugging his hands out of his hair, he stood up, stretching his arms behind his head.

He grabbed his phone and rolled his eyes when he saw Pidge blowing up his phone about trying to sneak her into the Senior's Camping trip at the end of this week. Keith sighed as he put on his clothes, not really caring about his outfit as he ran his fingers through his hair to try and get the knots out, wrinkling his nose as he reached for his red plastic brush.

He sat on his bed, groggily as he ran the brush through his hair. He had no clue why he was so tired, he was pretty sure he'd gotten enough sleep last night. Despite that fact his entire body refused to move and his eyes didn't want to stay open. He groaned out as he forced himself to his feet, pulling his converse on before walking out of his room.

Shiro greeted him by handing him a plate with Pop Tarts on it. "Mom got called into the hospital early today, something 'bout some kid with leukemia or something, needed a check-up. So, you're stuck with my famous Pop Tarts." Shiro said, grinning at his not-brother.

Keith chuckled, taking the plate from Shiro. "Thanks, but they're not yours, or famous," Keith replied as he took a bite of the warm s'more pop tart.

Shiro shrugged, sitting on one of the bar stools. "Matt would argue you on that." Shiro claims, biting into his own Pop Tart as Keith sat across him, raising an eyebrow. "Just Matt? Not Allura?" Keith asked and Shiro's face flushed slightly.

"We-well, she's never tried them so she can't really say anything 'bout it." Shiro replied and Keith smirked, leaning forward on his arm. "And why's that?" Keith asked smugly and Shiro's face continued to gained in color and he scratched the scar on his nose he got from learning how to skateboard.

"She, she doesn't sleep over a lot. She's a girl after all." Shiro pointed out and Keith nodded smugly. "Sure, let's go with that." Keith said and frowned suddenly, making Shiro look up.

"Is it...?" Shiro trailed off, not really knowing what to say next as Keith looked up and nodded a little, tapping the side of his head. "Uh, yeah, won't shut up." Keith said quietly.

Keith, after a few months of living with Shiro, had told the older boy about the 'voice' inside his head, the voice that always brought him down. Shiro had suggested going to a therapist or something because having a voice in your head that wasn't yours isn't normal, but Keith refused because he felt weird around people he didn't know.

Shiro had suggested it a few times again after that but Keith always refused. Shiro looked at Keith and tried to smile reassuringly. "Just make yours louder." Shiro said and Keith nodded, turning his head to look at the time.

"I got to go." Keith said, frowning again as he found it hard to smile. Shiro smiled though, gently, at his not-brother. "Try and have a great day." Shiro said and Keith just waved him off.

Today was going to be a hard day, Keith thought to himself. It always was when he woke up, the voice yelling at him about how horrible he is and how he isn't loved. It was always one of the longest days, going by slowly while Keith suffered.

Keith dragged his body to his bus stop, tightening his grip on his book bag strap as he leaned against the stop sign, taking out his phone. After a few moments, Lance ran up to him, slinging an arm around Keith's shoulder smiling brightly at Keith, who only attempted a smile back.

"So? We on for studying later still right?" Lance asked, pulling away from the other boy. Keith stood up straight, shifting in his black sweatshirt. "Duh, finals are next week." Keith said, smiling a little and, oh that was weird.