The Tutor

Camping (We Shouldn't Have Brought Pidge)

 Shiro poked Keith's cheek to try and wake him up. Keith twisted his face and turned in his bed, pulling his blankets over his head. Shiro sighed out. "Keith, man, you need to wake up. Your trip is today." Shiro pointed out.

"Nooooo," Keith groaned and Shiro chuckled. "Keith, really, you need to get out of bed and pack." Keith turned around and opened his eyes slowly, looking at his clock on his nightstand, then glaring at Shiro. "It's 4 a.m. Shiro." Keith whined, his black hair pressed against his face as he sat up slowly, rubbing at his face.

Shiro chuckled. "Well, yeah. Your bus trip leaves at five today and you still need to pack up. If you hadn't fallen asleep at Lance's, then maybe you'd get to sleep a little longer." Shiro teased and Keith felt his face flush. "Get out of my room." Keith whined, covering his face and ponting at the door.

Shiro laughed and stood up, smiling as he left the room. "Sure, whatever. Get packing." Shiro said and Keith nodded slowly.

After he felt his face cool down, Keith stood up, walking around the his bed and kneeling down, pulling out a red suitcase from underneath his bed. He threw it onto his mattress and opened it, walking to his closet to look for clothes while his mind wandered about.

Were things going to be awkward at school today? Did Lance even realize they ended up... like that? What if Lance intentionally put us in that position?!

Keith tried to shake his thoughts away, focusing on trying to find something he could hike in. Though he only found skinny jeans and he knew that was going to be a pain to hike in. He grabbed an old t-shirt and threw it on his bed before going into Shiro's room.

"Can I borrow a pair of pants?" Keith asked and Shiro looked at him from his desk in surprise. "What?" he asked and Keith sighed, running a hand through his un-brushed hair. "We're hiking and I only have skinny jeans. Can I borrow one of yours?" Keith asked again, slower.

Shiro opened his mouth but closed it, choosing to smile instead. "Sure, uh, don't know if any will fit you but there are some old ones in the closet." Shiro said, pointing behind him and turning back to his notebooks.

Keith nodded and walked over to his not-brother's closet, opening it and looking through the clothes towards the back. After a few minutes, he finally found two pairs of relatively dark, loose jeans that were his size. Keith fixed Shiro's closet and closed the door. "Thanks," he muttered and left the room, throwing the pants on his bed.

Keith picked out his sleepwear and another shirt, along with a sweatshirt for when it got cold. He threw in socks and underwear too, before folding everything and putting it in his suitcase.

He changed into one of the outfits, pulling up Shiro's old pants and tugging an old t-shirt over his head. He picked up his hair brush and ran it through his hair. Once Keith was done, he shoved his feet into his shoes, grabbing his phone and grabbing the suitcase. He made sure he had everything he needed before shoving a blanket into his bag and leaving.

"See you Shiro!" Keith called out and he heard his not-brother say his own farewell.

It was four fifty-five when Keith got to his bus stop, Lance already there with his own suitcase. When Lance saw him, he waved, trying to wake himself up. Keith noticed the drowsiness in Lance's eyes and smiled. Lance beamed at the raven when he was close. "When did you leave? I passed out and when I woke up, you were gone." Lance said and Keith forced back the blush wanting to surface on his face.

"Yeah well, I had to get home, obviously and you looked peaceful, for once, so I didn't wake you." Keith lied and Lance chuckled as Zerithd joined them in waiting, her own, normally fierce, eyes drooping with tiredness. "Aw, did you take a picture?" Lance teased and Keith rolled his eyes.