Pico x BF / Pico x Keith || Oneshots!

A continuation of "And Everybody Knows The Truth!"
I actually really liked this one-shot.
- Lucid <3

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Strong hands held my frame as I stared up into milky white eyes. They reminded me of beautiful pearls reflecting my vision as they stared into mine. A picture of love was all that could describe us right now. Here, there was no wrong or right, no religious beliefs, no hatred or support. It was just us, together in the space our feelings created. Stars glistened over us, as we stood in the embrace of each other, passion running through our orange and blue veins. Perfection called for our kiss, the universe willed our souls. We'd be in bliss together in this never-ending reverie. No one to hold us back, and no need to leave the side of one another. Could there be anything else?

'Kiss..' a thought aligned in my head, I was sure Pico heard it too. His eyes quivered as we got closer, acting on urges that came from us. Had this been too much? I didn't care if it was, we knew what we wanted. A love stronger than anything compelled our very atoms to be drawn together. Would we.. actually kiss? I feel his hands press my back, moving to my hips. He grasped them with a firm handle, pushing his lips against mine like a gust of wind. A soft touch upon them and I kissed back deeply. God, this is intoxicating! I wanted him to take all of me, keep me to himself. We parted, much to my own surprise but the air around us was sparkling.

"Keith, God. I fucking love you." He spoke and the heavenly tone nearly made me melt. One of his hands moved up to my cheek to caress my face. "Sweetheart." He called to me, and I just stared in a daze, all of this was so much. My heart pounded like it was going to burst out. "Yes?" I responded, feeling my head go dizzy as I did. His effect on me was wild and visceral. "Wake up." He said, firm and loud. It was jarring. What did he mean-

"Get up!" I heard a voice nearly screech and my eyes shot open. I scanned the room to see my mom looking at me with a moody face. "Mom?" I say, a bit confused and she just shakes her head. "I tried to wake you up an hour and a half ago, you have school in 30 minutes. Get ready or you're walking." She states, rolling her eyes at my confusion and walking out the room. I internally panicked because what the fuck? That was all a dream? I hate it here! I hate it here! I wished it was reality and now I have to finish dressing and getting myself to school in 30 minutes? Fuck this, this is why I can't have anything nice!

I hopped out of bed and rushed around my room like an idiot trying to get everything and just about anything I needed. I shoved things in my bag while trying to pull a shirt over my head along with pants on me. All the while, I couldn't stop thinking about that dream, how it felt so real. How I wanted it to be real. These dreams have been happening since last week when that fight occurred. I really needed to figure out these feelings, they're fucking with my head. No, not even the feelings. Pico fucked with my head. I frowned at the thought and finally finished putting on my clothes, grabbing a few more papers and books stuffing them in my bag along with my school laptop.

The drive to school was awkward, my mom was a bit moody that I hadn't gotten up on time and she kept asking what was wrong. I kept saying nothing but she obviously didn't believe me. All this while a pit of worry was forming in my stomach. I swallowed my doubt and insecurities harshly because spitters are quitters. When we pulled up, she was reluctant to let me go, now seeing that there seriously was other issues than me over sleeping. Yet, I just got out and walked off.

As I made my way around I walked all over the school, taking every route to avoid him. I just couldn't see him after that dream. I wish I could say it was the first one, but it wasn't. Last week, that incident where he got punched in the chest, changed everything. He acted closer to me, more awkward moments of conversation, and overall a sense of tension in the air between us. While we pretended to both know the truth steadfast, the rumors get larger. Honestly? I was starting to understand where they came from.