The Story of Us

9 - Pidge/Keith

Being genderfluid is really something. Not bad, but not necessarily good either, I guess. Sometimes it's clear as mud, while other times I can understand it in perfect clarity. Regardless of that, however, I can tell when someone is just blatantly using the wrong gender pronouns on purpose.

Meaning Diana, you bitch.

Of course, I can't exactly say anything because Diana is, for some reason, a nurse here. Why she thinks that anything she does helps at all is beyond me. And I'm pretty smart for a fourteen year old.

So I'm lying in bed, thinking back to Shiro. Or more specifically, when I first met him.

We were admitted on the same day, by some twist of fate we also ended up in the same therapy group. I still remember our first meeting too.

"I'm Shiro," says the boy. He's nervous and looks like he's about to jump off something high. Which is a mood, but probably not very good.

Marissa smiles. "It says here your name is Takashi. Would you prefer Shiro?"

He nods, "I guess you can call me Takashi if you want,"

Later that day, Shiro is on the phone, sobbing. "A-ad-Adam. I'm-please-I'm so sorry! I know...yeah...no I don't think you can...I know babe...sorry...I just wish I could have talked to you before...I...it's okay...shh, don't blame yourself...I love you too..." (Props to you if you wanna try and figure out what Adam is saying on the other end!)

"Who's that?" I ask when he's hung up and say not he lounge.

"Adam," Shiro smiles squishily, "he's my boyfriend,"

I tease, and we just chat for a little bit.

I smile a little bit, hearing the door open. "Pidge, honey," Marissa says from the doorway, "dinnertime,"

I lazily slip my legs over my bed and slink off, standing up rigid before walking tiredly to my door and walking behind Lance, who's tall gangly body has a posture that shows both nervousness and possibly excitement.

Lance seems like a guy who likes to eat, and he likes to be happy and around friends. But I think someone he held close caused him to go into self hatred. And I think that now he's conflicted as to whether or not exactly he likes food.

Right now, Diana is standing over his shoulder, doing exactly what she did at lunch, and Lance appears to be holding back tears. He looks at his food - a cheeseburger, cut into pieces - sadly. Like he can't wait for dinner to end. I don't blame him.

Keith is next to him, as usual, and Shiro is tapping his fingers on the table, anxiously glancing at Diana.

"Hey!" It's Lance, speaking to Diana. "Why'd you do that? Don't you know how much sugar is in that? I'm barely able to eat this because of the bread, and now you're putting ketchup on it! Without my permission!"

Diana scoffs, "You don't have a choice. You need to eat, and I will go to whatever means necessary to get you to your proper weight!"

Lance gasps painfully, a single tear overflowing from his left eye, "B-bu-bu-but then I'll be fa—"

"You will not! If you continue to resist eating, despite my best efforts, I will report you and get you sent to the eating disorder wing!" Diana snaps, directing the attention of the entire cafeteria to Lance.

Without warning, Lance is up, his chair falling to the ground. Then, he goes sprinting from the room. Keith stands up too, giving Diana a look like she's dirt, and jogs after the tall boy.

[Keith]

I run after Lance, scared for what he might do to himself. He's gone up the elevator, and I follow, using the stairs. I run to our room, finding him curled up, once again on my bed. His sleeves are rolled up, and I can see tons of scars, deep and some that are just white lines against pale brown skin. And he's scratching at his arm, coming close to bleeding.

"Lance," I breathe, "What are you doing?"

His head jerks up, and there's so much pain in his eyes. I feel my own becoming teary. "Lance," I say even softer.

"K-K-eith," He whimpers, meeting my eyes. I rush over to my bed, where he's sitting, and sit next to him. "Can I...hol-d yo-you?"

I nod, putting my head on Lance's chest and my arms around him. He pulls down his sleeves, and wraps his arms around me. After a couple seconds, he starts rubbing my back softly. I feel him breaking down, sobbing into my hair.

"Please don't leave me," Lance whispers.

I pull back and brush my fingers across his cheek. "I won't, I promise,"

And I'll be damned if I break that promise.

K this sucked. And it was sooo short. (Much like Keith) and yeah. Y'all did get some nice Klance fluff. Bye my lil Cucumbers! :3