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12 - Mother and Son

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I had to edit and re-edit this chapter to make it sound right?? Hope you like it :')

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KEITH

"That is a really good drawing of ..."

Keith started at the voice that he nearly jumped right out of his seat – could've toppled down the bleachers should he move further than an inch. Looking up, he found that the shadows cast over him belonged to Hunk and Pidge, the latter of whom was bent over with her hands clasped behind her back, squinting at Keith' s drawing. Keith was strongly reminded of his elementary school teacher politely telling him that he was in trouble.

"... a hippo," she finished before straightening up. "Never knew someone could draw a hippo so well and astound me."

Hunk peered over her shoulder and nodded with a hum of assent, as though he was some kind of art connoisseur. "Look at the body," he whispered. "So shiny."

Keith put his sketchpad away. "What are you guys still doing here?"

The two of them sat down beside Keith and watched the basketball players run around the court, making a sequence of dribblings and shooting some hoops. Ryan's voice could be heard calling out that they had one more minute amongst the squeakings of soles against polished wood. Somewhere off the court, a boy called Morson – as Keith had seen on the back of his jersey – stumbled and regained composure in a matter of seconds. "To watch Shay and Lance practice, of course," Hunk replied a matter-of-factly. "Since I'm not busy, why not be a good friend and boyfriend?"

"And you?" Keith addressed Pidge, who was trying to grab Keith's sketchbook.

"And me? Why the hell not? Lance could do with some after-practice teasings," she said, trying to move around Keith's body, though to no avail. Her arms were too short and she almost ended up sprawling across Keith's lap. "To counterpoise his ego, you know."

"Your turn," Hunk jerked his head at Keith.

"I'm waiting for my brother to pick me up,"

"So you decided to stay at the basketball court,"

Keith stuttered. Unnoticed by him, Pidge had managed to make a grab for his sketchbook. "He won't be here for another ten minutes," he explained. "Might as well hang around here ..."

"Just say you're here to watch Lance practice and be done with it," Pidge remarked.

"How long have they been practicing?" Hunk asked, indicating the basketball team.

Keith shrugged. "Probably twenty minutes by now," he answered. "Ryan's been working their gears. Kolivan just handed everything to him."

"Good captain," Hunk nodded just as Ryan blew the whistle, calling for a water break.

"Hey, this guy looks familiar ..."

Keith directed his attention on Pidge. To his mild horror, she currently had his sketchbook open on her lap. And to his uttermost horror, the book was open at a page where rough yet identifiable sketches of Lance stared up at her. And some of them were just ... questionable.

Panicking, Keith grabbed it before Hunk could see them. "Anatomy studies," he blurted out. Pidge cocked an eyebrow at him, a smirk curling on her lips. Keith had a fleeting – and perturbed – feeling that she had it all already figured out.

After all, he was aware of how brainy the girl was.

"Sure they are,"

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