tiring - pico x gf x keith (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

owowowowowowowowwoow HI :) i'll leave a referance of Keith's hands later- you'll know what i mean eventually 
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Keith's POV

I walked into my room, tired..i was weirdly aggressive today. I got in a fight with Pico for the first time...the first time he actually physically hurt me. He bullied me, sure, but I can..take it. My ribs ached terribly, I started to overheat, pain spreading to my legs. I was never this aggressive..i just couldn't hold my anger in anymore, I guess..My breathing was shaky as hell, I was shivering, blood running down my nose. I went to the bathroom, and looked myself in the mirror. Bags under my eyes..I lifted my hand to look at it. I could barely move it..it felt so numb. Blood gently ran from my knuckles..I took off my shirt to look at myself in the mirror. My sides were bruised. 

You could see the marks where my ribs are- I never eat much. All of a sudden, i feel even worse. I put my shirt down, and sighed.

Pico's POV

as i was walking to my dorm, blood dripping from my nose from the fight- he could hit well- I heard screaming. I ran over to the room it came from, and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge, so I grabbed the copy of the keys i had, and opened it. Keith wasn't on his bed..I didn't see him anywhere, but I saw marks on the floor leading to the bathroom. Like something's claw dug into the floor. I eventually saw Keith walk out of the bathroom after a while of looking at the marks on the floor. He fell to his knees, shaking. I went over, thinking about what i was going to do..I decided to pick him up, getting greeted with a punch to the face. My face was jerked to the side. How is he strong enough to do that? he's so small, and fragile..i don't get it?? I carried him to his bed, despite him slamming his fists on my chest, kicking at me, trying to get away. I layed him down on his bed, and held him down, as he was still trying to get away. I sighed. 

I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my arm, but that didn't- HOLY SHIT? HE HAD CLAWS? holy fuck, so that's where that large mark on my back came from..damn. I pulled out my phone, dialing Cherry. Sure, she was mad at me right now, but i can apologize to her later- this is more important to me. 

"What the fuck do you want?" She greeted on the other end.

"Keith's sick- and I need your help- OW FUCK-" I yelled, as he bit on my arm, sinking his sharp teeth into my skin.

"HE'S SICK? FUCK-" I heard shuffling. She immediately hanged up. I stuck my phone in my pocket.

He still kept putting up a fight. I heard running down the hall after a few minutes. Cherry ran in, helping me keep him down. I let go, and she immediately held onto him. He struggled some more, but eventually his body went limp. He hugged onto Cherry. "i fuckin knew it. But, i guess i know why he lied to the board." She spoke, looking at me. I tilted my head, causing her to hand me a folded piece of paper. But..why did he still fight back? i don't attack the same person twice in a day. I opened up the paper.

His parents faces were crossed out, and their first names. Their last names were just..gibberish..random symbols I cant make out. Small drawings were put by his parents, his mother looked like a Dilophosaurus, and his father was a Spinosaurus? I couldn't understand. I wasn't ever much into paleontology. "his parents were experiments, pico. i guess you can say he's natural, in a way? I think he killed his parents though." Cherry spoke.

I was just..shocked. what the fuck? he's a dinosaur, or something. "the only other ones like him are Skid and Pump. We couldn't find their parents, so they're staying with mine. We found them lost in a dense part of the forest." She finished.
I still didn't know how to respond. I gently reached my hand out for Keith. She moved him, so his back would be on her. I gently felt his heartbeat..so slow, and weak..Did i really do this? Questions started flooding in my head, me getting horrified by from what I've finally realized. I realized i've grown silent, my hand on his chest. I was suddenly so worried. His behavior today was out of place. He didn't seem like himself. He was way aggressive today. His eyes had a different look to them, despite being the same..I removed my hand, and got up. "take care of him, okay?" I asked, looking at Cherry. She seemed confused, but she understood. I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I raced over to my dorm, and opened the door, immediately shutting it behind me, setting my gun on the small table, looking at my room. Smelled like gunpowder. I searched around..

I knew what I had to do.

Cherry's POV 

Take care of him..? what's going on..? I couldn't leave Keith behind..i gently felt his head again..burning. i gently layed him down, taking his hat, and gently ruffling his hair. I sat his hat on his small nightstand..i bet he can't wait to finally move out of a shitty dorm.. I'm ready to get out myself. I gently covered him up, and set his small plush by him, causing him to immediately grab onto it. He couldn't sleep without something to hold, or someone holding onto him. It was cute, honestly..i blushed at the thought, smiling. I got up, and went out, as soon as I did.. something felt off.

very, very off.

I shook my head, and slowly walked to picos dorm, feeling something, a presence, following me..i looked behind me. Nothing. I continued walking, and made it to his dorm..his door was locked. I bent down, and looked under the door. Something knocked over, but no sight of Pico. I grabbed a hairclip from my pocket, and tried to unlock the door.

success.

I opened the door..he wasn't there. What the fuck? I saw a knocked over stool..but where was Pico?

i looked around..it smelt like..nothing. no, wait..i went to the bathroom, the door, shut. I slowly opened it.

It was horrifying.

I immediately grabbed the knife on the counter, and started cutting the rope, holding him up. It eventually finally snapped, and i grabbed onto him. I ran to his bed, and layed him down, untying it from his neck. I threw it to the side, checking his heartbeat..thank god he's still alive. I held him close, feeling as his back slowly moved up and down from him breathing. I ruffled his hair..it was so thick..i don't know how he keeps it up like this either..i made sure if he was out..he was. I picked him up, and walked out, carrying him. I shut his door, locking it. I slowly walked back to Keiths room..

I slowly walked in, shutting the door behind me. I layed him next to Keith, and joined in, basically sandwiching Keith. I know he doesn't mind. I held the two, before shutting my eyes, and falling asleep.

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This obviously won't be as good as my other book but fuck it. I'm just happy I'm writing something again