Pessimistic [Completed]

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I'm so sorry for not updating! I've been pretty distracted (add sucks) but I finally got a chapter done, and I've been working on plans for further chapters. I just wanted to thank y'all for 2k reads!

I'll try and update more often since I'm almost done with school.

Pico and Keith walked down the sidewalk to the convenience store. As soon as they were dressed, Nene had kicked them out of the house with a suspicious smile on her face.

It was only early May, yet it was at least 80 degrees out. The air was damp and it smelled of sweat. The pavement stretched further than the eye could see.

They walked in silence for a while.

"Why do you think Nene was so eager to kick us out?" Keith asked.

"Not sure. She was probably planning something. Don't know what though."

"Me neither. I mean, if she was going to tell it to someone, it'd be you. You're her best friend."
"If I'm completly honest, I don't know her that well. We sort of... got together in seventh grade. We really were just friends, but everyone thought we were dating, so we thought we might as well."

"I thought you were gay." Keith chuckled.

"I am. Sort of. Pansexual. I'm not into pans though." He added quickly. "I like-"

"All genders. Don't worry, I know. Unlike most of the world, I'm smart."

"That's debatable." Pico snorted.

Keith stared at him.

"Joking, it's a joke."

"Just messing with you, I know how to take a joke. Anyways, what were you saying about Nene?"

"Oh, right. Me and Nene got together, but it was more of a friends with benefits kind of thing-" Keith turned red with that. "No no, I mean like we were pretty much just friends with pet names and crap. I never liked the pet names she gave me. It was pretty forced on both sides, and we broke up eventually. She just wasn't my type."

"What is your type?"

"I don't know, I just don't really like nicknames."

"Okay, P."

"Really? Out of all the nicknames, P? Like Piss?"

"Well, you're one to speak. K? Like, Okay? 'Hey oKaY, how are you?' Anything would have been better."

"Whatever. I'm not good at nicknames anyways."

"Neither am I, so why are we complaining about this?"

"I don't know!"

"Then let's stop talking about it."

"Okay, what should we talk about?"