xoxo | keith k.

Eyes pt. 2

Pacing through your room with anxiety, you wondered if you should really give Keith that long letter you made.

Should you?

You only planned on keeping that letter for yourself, since you wanted the letter to be found by future astronauts or aliens in case if anything happened to your team. In case any of you didn't make it out alive of this unthinkable reality that you and a few others are in right now.

Also, the idea of giving Keith this letter was because of Pidge. You took a quick shower, going back to your room, only to see Pidge holding the paper in her hands.

You pinched the bridge of your nose remembering the memory.

Someone knocked on you're door, shocking you.

"Hey (y/n)? You there?" You heard Keith's voice in the other side of the door, making butterflies in your stomache go back to fluttering. "U-uh! Yeah I'm here! Why?"

"Breakfast is ready."

Shivers went down your spine as you heard his voice get lower, probably because he gotten up early, or because he didn't want to shout an answer back because he was simply tired.

But of course, just like a high school girl's mind, you thought eitherway.

You stood up, shakingly walking through the big white castle. Sweat was starting to form on your hand, neck and head.

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Breakfast went greatly for everyone else. While you were freaking out on the inside because apparently Pidge told everyone else about your letter to Keith. And you honestly just wanted to jump on your lion and drive away to nowhere in space.

Keith sat on the left end of the table, while you sat on the right end. The two of you were secretly glancing at each other, then back to your food. You were starting to think that Keith knew about your letter.

You've had enough.

You sighed heavily as you ran your hand through your wet hair. After finishing a nice warm shower, you felt slightly better. But still, it wasn't enough.

You face dropped to your bed, groaning. You've had absolutely enough of this. Crushing on Keith wasn't a simple school girl crush, it was more than that.

You took a deep breath, then exhaled. Deep breath, exhale. Deep breath, exhale.

Were you actually going to do this?

Did you want to do this?

Something in you said to do this, but something in you said to not do it.

Which voice were you going to listen to?

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"I CANT DO THIS PIDGE!"

You paced forward and backward in Pidge's room this time. Pidge was stressed in calming you down, while you were stressed on giving the letter.

"UGh, (Y/n) just calm down please!" She stood up from her bed and grabbed your shoulders, making you stop pacing and look at her.

"If you don't want to give it to him then you don't need to!" She felt a wave of relief at your calm face, unlike the one that was wrinkled and stressed just a while ago.