Lance didn't eat breakfast today. He just must not be hungry...yeah that's it. Lance just isn't hungry.I ate my pancakes as I felt Acxa's staring hot on my face. "What do you want Acxa?" I say, exasperated. Acxa looks surprised at my sudden outburst but puts a serious expression on her face.
"I don't think Lance should stay here anymore." Acxa doesn't meet my eyes. Instead she looks down at her pancakes and stabs them with her butter knife.
"What? Why?" Lance is the only one I can trust in this house, if he's gone, I don't know what I'd do.
"Well...it's just that the two times you have snuck out it was to see him-" I interrupt her, "As if you don't sneak out!" "Shut up Keith." I snap my mouth shut in surprise. She's almost never rude to me.
"Also, you got into a fight with my best friend over him. Don't interrupt me." She raises her hand to stop me. I realize then that I had opened my mouth to say something. "Also you weren't here the night before last. Where were you guys? I just don't like that with him you're so distant and doing things you'd never do before."
I glare at her, "Lance is one of my only true friends. I care about him and I know he cares about me. Unlike some people in this household." I glare at her and stand up from the table, "Now if you'd excuse me I'm going to go check on Lance." I walk out of the dining room, with a smug grin because of Acxa's dumbfounded face.
I run up the stairs to go into my room, to see if Lance finished his shower, when I run into my brother. I look up at Shiro and I can see he has a nervous expression. I growl and glare at him, "Stay away Shiro." I put as much malice into my voice as I can. No one is getting near Lance.
Shiro raises his hands in surrender, "Chill. Lance is just my friend." I feel my anger boiling, how could he lie straight to my face like that, "I know for a fact you like him." Shiro rests a hand on my shoulder but I slap it off. He sighs. "Keith, Lance doesn't like me back. I've accepted that." He says something else under his breath but walks away.
I spin on my heels to face him, "What did you say?" Shiro turns his face to me and on it is the smuggest smirk I've seen. I want to punch it off. "I said, 'Maybe you should too'."
So this was the second time I've punched Shiro in maybe three days. Brotherly bonding is great .
"FUCK! Where'd you learn to punch Keith?" Shiro swears as he rubs his jaw. I bet I have the smug smirk now. "Taught myself." Shiro rolls his eyes, "Yeah right you can't even teach yourself how to know when you're in the friend zone." If you saw me then you'd probably see my face red from anger, smoke coming out of my ears and bulging eyes. But I try to calm myself down, "You probably had to learn that right when you stepped foot on to this earth." I say sarcastically. Shiro glares at me.
"Keith where did we go wrong?" He asks all of a sudden. I look into his eyes, trying to see if he's genuinely curious. "You never went wrong." I start off and Shiro looks confused, "You were the perfect child, you still are. You were always right and better than me. I was always wrong. I was terrible at things. The only thing I can do now is draw and I'm not even that good at it! Dad adores you! He goes to every single soccer game you have. Dad's never cared to look at my drawings or congratulate me when I win a competition. Mom, or actually your mom, has never treated me right. She's pushed Acxa and I to the side while giving you all the spotlight. It's as if our parents only had one child instead of three! It's like I'm not their child at all! You're the golden boy! You've never been wrong in your life...." I trail off and realize my fists are gripped tightly.
I'm staring at the ground and squinting my eyes. It feels so good yet so bad to finally say that out loud. I've been holding all that in for so long....Arms wrap around me. It's a stiff and uncomfortable grip, as if they're not sure why they're doing this either. "I know it's late but I'm sorry Keith. I'm so so sorry. I've never been good to you, I lapped up all the Love our parents gave me. I gave none to you or your sister. Now I feel like I'm not even your brother either. You know we haven't even came out to each other." Shiro chuckles but it's sad and humorless, "Acxa and you have so many secrets and you're there for each other. I'm nowhere near you two. I'll never be as close as you two are. For that I'm so sorry. I'm not a good enough brother."
I don't know how to feel. Why? Why is he only saying sorry now? Should I just accept this and be happy he's even thinking about me for once?
New arms wrap around us. Strong but slim.
"I love you guys. I love you both. You're both my brothers." My sister's voice says, she sounds choked up. "I love you too. You guys are my little brother and sister, how could I not?" Shiro sniffs and I can tell he's trying to keep back his tears like Acxa. "I......I love you guys too." I feel the tears start pouring. My lips quiver and right when I let them open the sobs choke out.
"I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I hit you Shiro-" "Shh...Shh....It's okay Keith." I shake my head, No it's not! I'm a terrible little brother!" Acxa runs her hand through my hair, "Yeah, but you're our little brother.".
Sorry I've been so inactive! It feels like forever since I've updated and I apologize. This chapter isn't very good but I did want Shiro and Keith to make up so I just did that. I'm thinking, Shiro's been barbering a lot of anger because he's not as close to his siblings as they are to each other. But he doesn't know how to open up to them really well so all it took was for Keith to open up then BAM he got the courage to. Acxa is a mystery.....She's never really hated her parents or Shiro as much as Keith and she doesn't rely on Keith as much as he on her, she's very independent and not very vocal in her opinions. She loves both of her brothers though.
And would do anything for them.
Anything.
Have a nice day and thanks for reading as always!!!! Bye~~~~
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