FWB|| Klance HS AU✓

Chapter 11: '...don't worry about it'

Keith came home from school the next day in nervousness. He didn't know what to expect when he walked through that door. All Keith knew was that Shiro was going to be pissed. Keith didn't want to argue with his brother anymore. He just wanted to makeup and call it a day, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

Keith tried his hardest to close the door quietly. The last thing he wanted to do was let Shiro know he was home. If Keith could just slip up to the room and not make a single sound, that'd be amazing. Keith shut the door as soundproof as possible before sneaking to the staircase. He moved as slow as he could, hoping he wouldn't make a sound.

He was one step to the staircase when the floorboard underneath him creaked. Keith cursed himself and rolled his eyes. "Keith? Is that you?" Shiro's voice called from the kitchen.

Keith wanted to make a break for the door right then, but he knew that wasn't an option anymore. "Y-Yeah," Keith said under his breath. He began to slowly creep to the kitchen. Keith was nervous to talk to Shiro. He didn't know if he was going to get yelled at again or what.

He peered around the corner, seeing Shiro leaning against the counter. Shiro looked up at Keith, not saying a word. "Where did you go? W-Why didn't you answer my texts?" Shiro burst out. He was bubbling with anger and stress. The last two days he was worried sick about his brother. Not knowing where he was gave him such a sick feeling.

Keith had no answer to his questions, mostly because he didn't want to answer them. He didn't want to tell Shiro anything, not yet at least. "Just...don't worry about it," he mumbled.

"Keith now isn't the time to be like this! Do you know how fucking worried I was?" Shiro hollered.

"Don't yell at me! Yelling at me doesn't help anything. It makes me want to cry and leave again," Keith said in a shaky voice. One thing Keith hated was being yelled at, by anyone. He didn't like the idea of people speaking down to him.

Shiro took a sharp inhale and a deep exhale. He took a second to try and calm himself. "Okay, I'm sorry," Shiro started. "If you don't want me to yell then you need to work with me, please."

Keith looked at Shiro then down at his feet. "I'm tired, I just want to go to bed," Keith grumbled. He was normally a closed-off person, but with Shiro, it was like he was locked away. Keith just didn't trust Shiro like he trusted his friends. Shiro was the authority figure, which made him untrustworthy.

"No! You are going to sit here and tell me where the hell you were," Shiro demanded, his voice rising once again. He couldn't control his temper when Keith was being so difficult.

"I don't know...maybe I was on the streets sucking dick for money," he answered with an attitude. Keith hadn't forgotten what Shiro had said to him. That was what made him leave, just that sentence.

Shiro sighed, knowing Keith was going to bring that up. He knew he was in the wrong when he said that. Shiro regretted it the moment it left his mouth. "I'm sorry about that. You know I didn't mean that-"

"No, I don't know that. You could have thought that your entire fucking life. That I was never going to amount to anything. I was going to be some broke hooker on the streets," Keith chocked out. Tears began to surface in Keith's eyes. It hurt him so badly to know that's what his brother thought of him. That he was just some slut with no priorities.

Shiro didn't understand, he could never understand. Being the little brother was difficult. Keith had so much to live up to, and always had everybody on his ass. Shiro was just this perfect role model that everyone wanted Keith to be like him. In reality, Keith could never be like him. He could never be the good kid that Shiro was. Keith didn't get good grades. He didn't listen to rules. Keith had his mindset on so much more than this suburban life Shiro was living.