Pico's Perspective

I groaned as the light of the morning sun shone through the window and through my lidded eyes. I shakily sat up with sore muscles and opened my tired, disgusting coated eyes to see the many bottles of alcohol surrounding me with puke on my new denim coat. I sighed and tiredly pushed back the hair on my head, partially relieved to feel it soft and now with dried crap in it. I tossed off my jacket to the ground and undressed, carelessly pulling out anything from my closet. I strutted in to the shower bare naked and showered, trying to not feel like shit for once in my life. Why? Because I'm participating in a rapping contest, and the host is very prestigious. Daddy Dearest, what a dumb name. I wasn't there for the host with a dumb name though, there is a prize. A grand prize. A tasty treat of 15,000 dollars. Definitely worth it on its own, however, there is a bonus prize of the first and second place winners getting a fully paid trip for the weekend of luxury in a spa and hotel place. Sounds pretty cool to me, I don't mind relaxing for once. Who knows, maybe the other person will be a cool chick or something. I finished my shower and my thoughts, and I wiped myself off. It feels nice to have smooth, moist skin instead of my crappy usual body. Best feeling in the world, aside from being high or drunk. I tiredly yawned and threw on my clothes, staring in to the mirror at myself. Just a sleazy ginger with a gun and twenty bucks on me. I let out another long sigh and rubbed my eyes. I guess I should actually fix up myself and care about my hygiene for once.

After cleaning up and putting gel in my hair, I slipped on my shoes and grabbed my gun. I put my wallet in my pocket and strolled out of my apartment, hopping on to my bright orange flame painted motorcycle. I drove off to the contest area in the park where a stage was set up and I almost hit a boy running over to it. I quickly screeched to a stop and kept myself from hitting the bright blue haired boy screaming in fear before me. "Watch where you're going shortie." I spat and he shook, seemingly paralyzed from fear. "U-U-Um... S-Sorry-." He stuttered out and backed away slowly. I sorta recognized him from somewhere, but I didn't know where. He fled and I rolled my eyes, setting up my motorcycle with the kickstand out. I put my hands in my sweat-pant pockets and strolled over to the crowd of people waiting to compete and signed the clipboard for competitors. I looked around the loud crowd and my introverted side inwardly screamed. I pushed my way out of the overwhelming crowd of strangers and flopped on to the cool dew covered grass. I heard another person land on the ground next to me and looked over, seeing the same highlighter bright blue hair as before. I smiled at him and he nervously smiled back. "Ey how's it going blue boy? Not run over?" I joked and he laughed. "Nope, just avoiding the huge crowd of mindless people over there." He said with a grin, still enjoying my joke. "I think I recognize ya blue boy, have we met before?" I asked him curiously, and he stared at me for a moment. "... Dude?" He snapped out of his daze and looked away. "N-No.. I don't remember." He said quietly and I shrugged. "Eh, well I'm Pico, nice to meet you." I said to the rather avoidant boy laying near me. "Y-yeah? I'm Keith..." He said and inched away from me. I didn't press him on it because he's a stranger, at least I think he is.

After thirty minutes of a huge swarming crowd shuffling around and making enough noise to be considered a kindergarten class, I was considerably more stressed. I took out a cigarette packet from my pocket along with a lighter and sat up, lighting the cigarette without hesitation. I noticed Keith had gotten closer to me again, seemingly finding me more comforting that being close to the huge crowd of hooligans. "You could get cancer y'know." He commented as I breathed in and breathed out the smokey form of cancer. "Oh yeah, I know." I reassured the anxious boy who just sighed in response to my carelessness. Suddenly I got a memory from back in high school. A very similar moment occurred with a similar of not the same boy, where he was in detention and I was smoking near the open window. He had told me all the facts about what I could get from smoking, and I just brushed it off. Oh God, is that the same boy? There are many more things we did back then that hurts me to recall. "Ey... Keith.. Didn't know you died your hair." I said casually, causing him to jump out of his skin and stare at me worriedly. "Y-Yep- I d-did-." He answered, now knowing I remembered him too. "What else did you do, fuck that slut some more?" I hissed out and looked away from him, taking another breath of smoky air. "... I never did that Pico, I told you that..." He whispered, staring at the ground.

"Whatever you say."