Emo Is As Emo Does (Keith x Reader)

[18] Arrested

You never imagined your day to turn out like this. Standing next to Keith, being interrogated by the cops in the middle of a shabby area. You both had your hands behind your head, it made your arms tired.

"You two will have to spend a night behind bars. It was very reckless what you did," the one sheriff said.

You gave Keith an aggravated look. Still, jail may be a step-up from that chiz-box of a motel Keith picked out. Nonetheless, you both followed the cop's orders. Shiro and the others were witnessing it all from the van. The others avoided getting in trouble because they didn't look like "disturbed teens who just came out of a My Chemical Romance concert". It was very stereotypical of them to assume that of you two—but whatever.

And there you were. Practically sitting on a slab of metal with Keith in a creepy cell. There were other degenerates as well, they all eyed you with a ready-to-kill glare.

"That one dude has been staring at me the whole time," you whispered to Keith, discreetly gesturing to the buff inmate you were referring to.

"(Y/N)," he said. You looked at him. "That's a girl."

"Oh. . .eww."

She approached you. "You talkin' 'bout me?" Her voice was hard to understand because it sounded so urban. "Do I look like a man to you?" A few of her octaves dropped in that sentence.

"Alright—listen, hot stuff," you began in an utterly sarcastic tone. "You better just turn yourself around and walk away from me because I—" She suddenly placed a hand on your face, shoving you back to the ground. You hit the hard floor with a wince. "This is fine."

The woman forcefully ripped the pipe from the sink and aimed it in your direction. That's when Keith stepped in.

"HEY! MAN LADY." He protectively stepped in front of you. "Leave her alone and we'll leave you alone. We're gonna be out soon anyway."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she let it go. "This one time." She held up her index finger before walking off.

"Well, aren't you just the ladies' man?" you remarked.

Keith turned to you, grabbed you up by your arm and sitting back down. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"My favorite childhood toy was a hammer; you finish the puzzle."

Keith rolled his eyes before crossing his arms and turning away. You only sat there with your feelings of irritation.

Finally, your jailtime was up. The guards let you and Keith out with one last final warning. However, you were still salty from the man lady telling you off. Right before you exited the room, you screamed at her, "CALL ME, LATER WE COULD GO SKIRT-SHOPPING—" You were cut off since Keith pulled you away for your own good. Last thing you heard was the muffled screeching of the woman from behind the door. The officers had to calm her down so she wouldn't go on a rage.

Eventually, you both arrived outside. Unsure of where the others were, Keith decided to look for the van.

"This is gonna take forever. . ." you sighed. "Where are we even going? Plus, I'm starving."

"Let's try one of the phone booths," Keith suggested. You nodded and followed him to one, after many minutes of searching. Once Keith got a hold of it, he dialed Shiro's number. It answered fortunately.

"Hello?" Shiro greeted over the other line.

"We finally got out of jail, pick us up."

Shiro thought about this which wasn't a good thing. "Hmm, are you sure you learned your lesson?"

"Old man, I don't have time for this—just get us and—"

"Not until you learn some manners!" Shiro retorted. You could tell from Keith's body language that something was up. So, you just snatched the phone and screamed into the voice box,

"Look, I'm starving. So, stop being difficult and pick us up you SKUNK-HEADED FREAK!!!" The octaves in your voice increased.

"Naw, the bonding experience is good for you and Keith."

"I'VE 'BONDED' WITH HIM FOR HOURS IN THAT CELL!!!"

Shiro reversed it. "Great! Then you're off to a good start. Have a fun time and we'll pick you up at the front of the jail station in about five hours."

"NO, YOU BETTER NOT HANG UP ON—"

Though he did. You placed the phone back. This day just kept getting worse by the minute. Keith facepalmed.

"The soup kitchen it is then," he reluctantly stated. "I saw one down the street."

"Whatever, I'm so hungry I'll eat just about anything."

You two scurried over there. At this point, the dirt was looking tasty. After some time, you came up to the line full of creepy-looking people. Most of them didn't even look homeless, they just looked like loser dropouts. One came up to you and started to flirt.

"Hey, good-looking what's coo—"

"NOT NOW!!!" you roared in his ear. This caused him to run away in absolute terror.

"I swear, I think I saw the drummer from my former garage band here," Keith mentioned.

"Wow, ugh. How much more time do we have to wait?"

The line got shorter. It was now your turn at last. You were handed a bowl of soup—at least it wasn't ice cube flavor.

You and Keith both sat on the nearest bench that was empty. And there you were, sitting together, quietly sipping the soup.

"I am depression," you said.

"At least we have—"

"Each other?" you finished.

"No, this 20-dollar bill," he corrected, pulling one up.

"How long have you had that?"

"A pigeon dropped it from the sky. Whataya know? Raining money—maybe we do have a little bit of luck on our si—" However, the wind caught it and made it fly out of his grip and into a street gutter. It was gone forever.

"I don't know whether to cry or laugh."

"Maybe both?"

So, you and Keith held each other—crying eyeliner for at least 15 minutes. After the bonding moment, you both decided to toughen up and try to earn some money the old-fashioned way.

"Let's perform some music," Keith suggested.

You shrugged. "Worth a shot."

And so, you both hung out in front of a seedy store, performing some zesty tunes. Keith did a poor job at beat-boxing while you sang:

Wake me up inside
(Skrrat, skidi-kat-kat)
Wake me up inside
(Boom)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka)
Bid my blood to run
(Skidiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom)
Before I come undone
(Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun)
Save me from the nothing I've become
(You dun know, Big Shaq)

People actually paid for you two to stop singing. So, that was pretty nice. Keith's part didn't quite match up to the main lyrics though. The total of cash you received was 27 bucks and. . .a tissue.

"What can we get with this?" you questioned.

"Probably something cheap from Crystal's."

"I'd rather starve."

Keith thought about it again. "We could get some eyeliner."

Screw it. Who needs real food anyway? You both went into one of the drugstores and bought two makeup pens. After that, you sat on a bench, applying eyeliner—without a mirror.

Sad.