What Did You Know Marshmallow Cereals?
Keith jumped when he heard his phone started to ring, disturbing the comfortable calm of the bus stop. He answered the phone after glancing at the caller ID,. He lowered his voice for the sake of the old lady sitting next to him and greeted the caller with a simple, “what’s up?”
“We need milk,” was Shiro’s lovely greeting.
Keith rolled his eyes. “Yes. And?”
“You’re out of class, right? Pick some up.”
“What’s the magic word?”
He could hear Shiro sigh through the phone. “Please, or else I’ll spit in your supper tonight.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, sure. I think the bus passes a HEB on the way. Anything else?”
“Lucky Charms.”
“Didn’t I just buy some three days ago?”
“Keith, you know marshmallow cereals are my weakness,” Shiro said exasperatedly. …show more content…
Is that why you’re asking?”
Keith heard a noise that suspiciously sounded like a bowl and silverware landing in the sink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll get that, too. I’ll be home soon,” Keith said as he saw the bus pull …show more content…
A boy around his age was standing in front of him, wearing dark blue plaid flannel over a white shirt and relaxed skinny jeans. He had a hand on his hip and his other was holding a basket filled with boxes of no name brand white cheddar mac and cheese. His hair was messed up as if he just got out of bed despite the fact it was almost 4pm. He had light brown skin that was sprinkled with freckles across his nose. One brows were pinched and his soft blue eyes were giving him a critical stare. Keith wasn’t sure if he looked more confused or worried.
He was the most beautiful boy Keith had ever seen.
His heart stopped when he heard simultaneous beeps echo throughout the store.
Keith’s eyes darted to the arm holding the basket of pasta and saw multiple zeroes flashing green before fading into a brown a few shades darker than the boy’s skin. The hand let go of the basket, the impact making a loud thump and causing Keith to jump. He looked back up to the boy’s face to see his eyes widen and his hands slowly cover his mouth.
“Oh my God,” he muttered to himself. “You’re… you’re my…”
Keith wore an open mouthed grimace and let air hiss through his
“We need milk,” was Shiro’s lovely greeting.
Keith rolled his eyes. “Yes. And?”
“You’re out of class, right? Pick some up.”
“What’s the magic word?”
He could hear Shiro sigh through the phone. “Please, or else I’ll spit in your supper tonight.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, sure. I think the bus passes a HEB on the way. Anything else?”
“Lucky Charms.”
“Didn’t I just buy some three days ago?”
“Keith, you know marshmallow cereals are my weakness,” Shiro said exasperatedly. …show more content…
Is that why you’re asking?”
Keith heard a noise that suspiciously sounded like a bowl and silverware landing in the sink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Keith rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll get that, too. I’ll be home soon,” Keith said as he saw the bus pull …show more content…
A boy around his age was standing in front of him, wearing dark blue plaid flannel over a white shirt and relaxed skinny jeans. He had a hand on his hip and his other was holding a basket filled with boxes of no name brand white cheddar mac and cheese. His hair was messed up as if he just got out of bed despite the fact it was almost 4pm. He had light brown skin that was sprinkled with freckles across his nose. One brows were pinched and his soft blue eyes were giving him a critical stare. Keith wasn’t sure if he looked more confused or worried.
He was the most beautiful boy Keith had ever seen.
His heart stopped when he heard simultaneous beeps echo throughout the store.
Keith’s eyes darted to the arm holding the basket of pasta and saw multiple zeroes flashing green before fading into a brown a few shades darker than the boy’s skin. The hand let go of the basket, the impact making a loud thump and causing Keith to jump. He looked back up to the boy’s face to see his eyes widen and his hands slowly cover his mouth.
“Oh my God,” he muttered to himself. “You’re… you’re my…”
Keith wore an open mouthed grimace and let air hiss through his