Pico x BF / Pico x Keith || Oneshots!

This is a song fic, leave me alone. I couldn't help it, I need melodrama to survive. Oh yeah, Madonna btw.
~ Lucid <3

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I ran. I ran away from him tearing through crowds, breaking up groups, and dodging objects just to get away. I couldn't see him again, not now, not ever. He needed to stay gone, far away from me. I didn't stop until I felt the cold rush of air smack me in the face, making my way out the front door of the house party. I pushed myself against a brick wall near the house, hearing the funky music from the 80's themed party. I needed a break, air, something away from him. I couldn't be near him anymore, I knew who he was.

"He's a pretender..."

I knew who he was, a faker, a street-walker, a sweet-talker. Not even a real person, flipping through personas like clothing, donning whichever one fit the person he was chatting up. Masses persuaded by his style, his everything. The few who weren't so easily fooled steered clear of his path, a man like that would ruin you if you stood in his way. I knew from word of mouth and experience. Tonight, the last thing I needed to see at a party was him. I swear, on my life, I'd just ignore him but he was himself. A man in hot pursuit of something he wanted, impassioned, tunnel vision, and hyper-fixated. I didn't want to be a target, yet here I was hiding outside. Predator 1, Prey 0.

"He's a pretender... Why'd I fall in love?"

The harsh icy wind had no intention of stopping, I knew that from the forecasts without a doubt. After him, there were something things in this world I questioned, one thing being my own sanity. I liked truths with facts, not heart-based feelings, the same ones that tricked me that full year ago. Even now, I wasn't even sure if that was him. For all I knew, that could've been some house party random but the feeling was too close for comfort. I wasn't weak and intimidation only worked on people who acknowledged it, I never would. He was the one exception. And so? When I felt the air leave my lungs and saw ginger hair? I fucking ran.

I took a few heavier breaths, realizing how much just the appearance of him had me choked up. A year ago, this feeling around of him felt like butterflies and aphrodisiac pouring into my soul. It's insane how quickly one person can become your everything, with or without your consent. you give them love, time, patience, and before you realize it they've moved in. You're making breakfast for them before work, they come home to you after and love you with all their heart, suddenly you're domesticated and making floral arrangements. It's a spiral, a very short spiral that reminds you of how short life really can be.

"He had a way of makin' me believe, That he was mine and that he'd never leave..."

I could hear the building pound with music from the inside, that line hitting deep and re-opening my closing cuts without a second thought. Innately, I wanted to go back in and say his name, vent how much he put me through, really give him a good taste of my hatred. Yet, then what? Just leaving him there after humiliating myself? Leaving him there as soon as my tears threaten to drown everyone? Yeah right, I had standards now. The days of being a fool in love are over, for me, for him, and anyone else who was always sticking their nose in our relationship. Despite knowing all of this, an inkling inside of me screamed to remember how possessive we were of each other. Even now, I was running from him, playing this stupid game of cat and mouse. We were exclusive once, in a happy home sheltered from the rain, we claimed each other.

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"If there's a chance then I know I've got to try, I'll make him dance with me, I'll make him tell me why..."

I stopped, out of breath and mental energy. There was so many people in this house, too damn many if you asked me. I lost him in the crowds of people dancing and drinking, not a clue as to where he had gone. I was sure that was him, no one has a shade of blue like that except for him and if they do? I'll kill them. I leaned myself against a wall, taking in the surroundings and scanning quickly. I know I saw him, I don't doubt that but where did he go? Outside? Would he leave a party his own best friend threw just because I showed up? With an invitation too. I already knew the answer, he'd probably find the fastest escape route and it worked this time too.