Emo Is As Emo Does (Keith x Reader)

[23] Rendezvous at the Rodeo

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At long last, you both arrived at the entrance of the rodeo. You took in the atmosphere, the sight, and the aroma. Which made you sneeze.

"ACHOO—ugh, it's so dusty," you commented. Keith looked at you with a you don't say expression on his face. "Anyways, I guess you should take the lead, Keith. I've never been to one of these."

"Obviously," he playfully remarked. "Let's get something to eat first."

You agreed and followed him to one of the vendors. After waiting for a few minutes in the line, it was time to order. You speedread all the options on the menu.

Jalapeño ice-cream, chili-beef cupcake, nachos, and. . .Flamin' Hot Cheetos roasted corn on the cob?

"Flamin' Hot Cheeto-dusted corn. That sounds absolutely disgusting," you expressed to the vendor. "I'll take two."

And there you were, sitting at a table with your date, along with the abomination you ordered.

"Are you seriously going to eat that?" Keith wondered.

"Yes."

"Why though?"

"Because I like to punish myself." You then picked it up by the handles, taking a bite. Keith only watched, waiting for your critique. After you were done chewing, you pondered your life decisions. "Hey, Keith."

"Yeah?" he responded.

"You know that feeling when your childhood ends?"

"Yeah."

"That's what this tastes like."

For now, you just stuck with the Texas toast. Never in your life, you would want to eat something like that again. During the middle of the meal, Keith tried to make conversation.

"So. . .what's your favorite color?"

"Black like my soul."

"'Kay, mine is red." Keith then coughed. "What about likes, dislikes?"

"Well, I have a lot of dislikes," you responded.

"Like?"

You cleared your throat before listing, "The sun, Lance, my mother and brother, rainbows, unicorns, Hallmark movies, guys that are whiny, little kids, high school, anything by Nicholas Sparks, cramps—"

"Okay, I get you hate a lot of stuff. Well, what are some things you like?"

You stroked your hair out of your face. "Let me think. . . Well, I liked to hide in my little brother's closet for hours, in order to jump-scare him when he came into his room."

"Fun."

"Yeah—what about you, Keith?" You took a sip from your drink.

"Well, I don't get to do much anymore—considering I'm a Paladin of the worst team in the galaxy. However, when I do have downtime, I usually spend it wallowing in my own regret."

"Fun."

After the chat, you both left the table to see the rest of the rodeo. It was a gigantic event, there was even a Ferris Wheel! And there were a lot of stands selling memoirs, useless junk, and hats.

As the two of you were strolling through, your hands once again brushed against each other. But this time, they instinctively joined.

For a change, you actually felt joy. And every time you had that feeling, it was when you were by Keith's side. He stared at you through the gaps in his bangs, since his head was lowered.