Blue Brush

Chapter 3

Keith sat on the edge of the bed. Knees pulled up and hugged tightly to his chest by his pale arms, head resting on the top of his knees. His dark grey shorts riding up his legs, revealing his pale thighs. The shirt he wore was black with a white V stretched across his chest, another thing he stole from his brother. No one was home at the moment; his brother on another date with Adam and his parents still at work. They had dropped Pidge and Matt at their home an hour or two ago- maybe even three- then when they got home, Shiro received a text from Adam of when he was coming. Shiro having completely forgotten about the date he planned with Adam ran to get dressed as if the devil himself was running after him.

"Pfft-". Keith burst out laughing at his brother as he frantically tried to find a non-wrinkly shirt he could wear.

"Keith! Help me over here!" Shiro shouted as he took out a faded green sweater and revealed the crumpled fabric. He threw it behind him into the ever-growing pile in the middle of his room.

Keith at this point had already clutched his stomach as it started to ache and doubled over, shaking. Shiro had been doing this for a full 9 minutes now. What caused Keith's uncontrollable laughter you may ask? The fact that Shiro just pulled out an old Halloween costume from eight years ago that he lost as a kid. 9-year-old Shiro almost cried when he realized his favorite costume was missing and their parents had gone to get another one.

"Keith" Shiro whined, and you would think a guy like him wouldn't be capable of whining.

He had finally calmed down and huffed out a tiny laugh. He shook his head and looked back up at his brother who was still trying to find something. "Shiro... you know for a fact that Adam won't mind".

"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!!"

"Oh... well, then good luck!" Keith said walking out of the room.

"KEITH!" Shiro called out, his voice in a panic.

He ended up 15 minutes late. Adam , somehow, had a fond, loving, smile as Shiro had walked out in the first sweater Adam had bought for him- which was slightly wrinkled and had a small stain.

Keith will never understand love.

He had watched as Adam drove out of the driveway and onto the street after sharing a small kiss with his boyfriend.

Que to how Keith ended up sitting on the bed, waiting for someone to return home. Without Shiro or his parents, the house felt empty... lonely. Keith got up and started pacing around the room. Keith had grown to hate the quiet, after living with Shiro and his parents, as well as meeting the gang, being alone had become a rarity. He was always hanging out with someone. Being all by himself had always reminded him of the orphanage.

His parents had both died when he was young, after that he had no relatives to take care of him. The kids at the orphanage had always left him standing on the sidelines, deciding that he is a weirdo that apparently should not be approached. Then, being alone had become something natural, something he had enjoyed... until he meet Shiro, and god has he changed.

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Keith had his back against the dying tree. Knees pulled to his chest as he hugged himself. He sat there and watched as the kids played together. Passing the ball to one another in a game of soccer. His pout grew and he huddled closer into himself , his choppy black hair falling over his face. He looked down at his shoes, untied and becoming worn out. His jeans had rips in them and his red jacket too big for his small form. A cold wind passed and he shivered, the tree above rattled as decaying leaves fell to the cold ground. He just wishes that he still had his father, to see him one last time. To meet his mother, the one who his father had never stop talking about so fondly, lovingly. He was always told that he was just like her-