This didn't come out as angsty as I wanted :(
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Tiny footsteps echoed down the hallway as Katie rushed to the top of the stairs, a smile painting her face as her breath hitched slightly in her chest. The bell had rung and she was beyond excited to see the only person it could be. She was ready to pull out all of the art she had done from school and even in her free time, she wanted to go dig through her messy room to pull out that crumbled certificate that said she was the first place winner in the science fair, and she was most excited to jump into her father's arms laughing and crying tears of elation while her brother tried to keep himself composed and keep his stupid voice crack under control before he too joined the little hug.

Her mother would be the last one to join in. It was the same every time. She would stand in the doorway to the kitchen, her hands cupped around her mouth as a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth and tears painted her pale cheeks in streaks of glistening clear liquid. She would take a hesitant step forward before she nearly tackled her husband and children sobbing as the heavy weight of worry and concern being lifted from her shoulders. She wouldn't have to worry about Samuel Holt again until his next deployment to Iraq and she would cherish every single day he was home with their family and together they would live as if every day were their last one as a family.

Katie could remember so clearly the last time she had seen her father with sand still stuck in his now sun-bleached brown hair and his tanned skin. She had been with him at the school play Matt had been in. It was a musical version of Brother's Grim where he got to be the frog that was kissed by Miss Popular in his grade. Samuel laughed a hearty laugh watching his son turn cherry red in his cheeks as the girl stuck her tongue out in disgust from kissing his cheek while Katie and her mother sat in astonishment that the girl actually even gave Matt a kiss on his cheek. After that, they had gone out to eat as Matt decided to scream out the window that he was, in fact, the 'god damn frog king'. Needless to say, Mrs. Holt wasn't that happy with her thirteen-year-old son.

Now Katie was practically tripping over herself as she made her way towards the stairs just in time to see Matt stumbling out of his room as he struggled to put on a pair of shorts over his Star Trek boxers while he tried to stay balanced on two feet. "Dad's home Katie!" Matt's voice cracked with excitement and anticipation.

Katie jumped up on Matt who only had his shorts halfway up his legs. "We get to see him again after a year Matt, he's actually here again!" She began to laugh uncontrollably as her big brother pushed her off and wriggled around to pull his shorts up.

Once he finally had the shorts above his knees he stood up and held a hand out to Katie as he helped her to her two feet and began leading her down the staircase. "I can't wait to show him my chest hair, I'm a man finally!" He proclaimed triumphantly as he hopped down onto the ground floor and allowed his little sister to jump onto his back.

Katie raised her fist in the air and smiled in elation, "Onward my valiant, single chest haired steed!"

With some grumbling of protest from Matt, they ran around the house and towards the front hall where they found their mother standing in the doorway with her hands at her side limply and her face blank. In the sunny light on the other side of the door, three men stood with their formal uniforms on and one holding a folded flag and one of the others holding the leash of a German Shepherd.

Matt stopped abruptly despite Katie griping about how he can't stop until they saw their father. "Mom?" Matt slowly set Katie on the floor and cautiously approached their mother who was too stunned for words, her chestnut-brown eyes glued to the flag as if it were the worst thing she had ever seen in her life.

"Where's dad?" Katie peeked around her family and looked around outside only for a smile to cross her face when she saw the dog. It was her father's bomb dog he would have helped him find bombs, guns, anything that was dangerous. "Rover!" She shouted and pushed the soldier in front of her out of the way and tackled the dog that showered her with slimy licks of excitement.

The soldier that had been holding Rover's leash looked down at Katie with the darkest expression on his face. At the time she never really understood why her mother broke down into tears as Rover covered Katie with kisses and she didn't understand why her mother kept asking the soldiers if Samuel had served his country well? She didn't know why Matt stared at that American flag with such a horrified expression on his acne covered face and she didn't understand why the soldiers told her that her father was a brave man. To her, today was a normal day where her father hadn't come home.

It never dawned on her that he was gone forever until she was at the funeral with Matt holding their mother closely to muffle her grief-stricken cries. She realized that she would never see her father again as Rover whimpered quietly at her side. She realized as the dirt was dumped on top of the casket and as she was dragged away with tears streaming down her face and her throat burning with her screams of protest that she had had her final supper with her father a year ago.

Now, years later, Katie had disappeared slowly from this world and was replaced with someone better; Pidge. Pidge quietly sat at his desk at school tapping the eraser of his pencil on the desktop while trying to keep up with the slow pace of the chemistry class. It was like this every time even in an AP class, he was always ahead of the class and always waiting for them to catch up. His mind kept drifting back to the events from the previous day of when he found Keith's biological father.

He closed his brown eyes for a long moment and breathed out slowly, he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that a father would abandon their child just like that. The idea was weird to him since he had a father figure at his side until Samuel's last breath. He felt sick just thinking about it.

He set his pencil down on his desk as his stomach gurgled painfully and he felt a shooting pain erupt from his abdomen. He hated this. He hated biologically being a girl. He carefully placed his hand on his abdomen applying pressure to the area in hopes of alleviating the pain as much as he could. He wished he could just ignore it, hell pitching a tent in class was a better alternative than having his insides cramp up like they did.

A piece of paper bounced off of Pidge's fluffy hair causing him to open his eyes to look down at his desk in time to see the crumbled piece of the paper roll to a stop at the corner. Slowly he lifted his hand from his abdomen, winced, and reached out to take the rough feeling piece of paper in his hands before he began to quietly unwrinkle it in curiosity and annoyance. On the inside were a poorly drawn person with oversized glasses, a scribbled mess of hair, and the words 'I try hard to be a boy but I am still a pussy' scribbled onto it in the shittiest penmanship he had ever seen.

He scowled and crumbled the paper up violently causing some students to glare at him in annoyance while the culprit of the cruel joke snickered from two seats away. "I bet she takes it in the ass like the faggot she is."

Pidge tightened his grip on the ball of paper before he twisted around in his seat and chucked it as hard as he could at the annoying kid named Jaime. He was a Hispanic kid who liked making other's lives hell and also talking badly about others in his native tongue.

The acne covered jerk flinched as the ball bounced off his nose and landed on the floor. "At least I don't fucking look like Ann Frank," Pidge retorted and turned around to take notes wanting to drop the conversation right there.

"Oh shut up Katie," Jaime threw his pencil at Pidge causing the tip of it the stab him in the side of his head. "Just admit you want dick and stop pretending to be something you're not. It's obvious you're just joining the stupid seven hundred gender trend like one of those social justice snowflakes."

Pidge couldn't remember which part of that sentence actually set him off but he knew that the use of his birth name was what truly ruffled his feathers and probably led to him jumping over poor Judie's desk in order to knock Jaime out of his and pin him to the floor before he slammed his fist into the asshole's face. The wrestled on the floor as students struggled to pull their phones out in order to record Pidge beating the hell out of Jaime as they rolled around on the floor causing their teacher to ring the administrators in fear of something bad happening.

"Fuck her up Jaime!"

"Are you kidding me, Katie is totally going to tear him a new one!"

The kids watched and encouraged the sophomore and freshman fighting on the floor. Pidge's glasses had fallen on the floor and his sight was blurry but he could still see Jaime's ugly pizza face as he slammed his fist into his cheek before he got kicked off and stumbled into a desk behind him sliding it across the floor and making him fall flat on his rear. Before Jaime could rush over to start his counterattack, the administrators rushed through the door, grabbed the boy by his arms and held him back while the other administrator grabbed Pidge and began lifting him from the floor but it didn't stop the tiny and angry kid from lashing out one last time and ramming his heel into Jaime's face causing aloud crunching noise to echo through the room as the kid began to cry out in pain.

"My nose, she broke it!" Jaime cried as they got escorted out of the room causing some kids to quietly laugh to themselves.

They were placed in separate rooms while their parents were contacted. Pidge sat there for half an hour tapping his heel against the carpeted floor of the vice principle's office waited for his mother to show but at nine thirty he was surprised by the sight of his older brother knocking on the door with a tired look on his face.

"Really Pidge? A three day suspension? You could've at least gotten a week," Matt smiled slightly as he motioned for his younger sibling to follow him out the door. "If you're gonna fight go big or go home... well, you are going home but you know what I mean."

Pidge angrily threw on his backpack and shuffled out the door with Matt's hand on his shoulder. "Shut up Mr. Squeaky-Clean-Record."

"Hey, I enjoy being the perfect kid but I also enjoy seeing you be happy so why did you do it?" Matt asked as he smiled goodbye to the young office assistant smiling dreamily at him making Pidge roll his eyes. "That Hymen kid said you attack him for no reason but I'm not in NASA's internship program for nothing. I know you wouldn't do that unless provoked."

Pidge shrugged his brother off his shoulder and walked through the front doors of the school to find Matt's ugly minivan. "I don't want to talk about it Matthew, where's mom at anyways? Shouldn't she be the one to pick me up?" Pidge grunted as she tugged on the van's front door only to find it was locked.

Matt flashed her a frown as he unlocked the car and hopped in and started it as Pidge fastened his seatbelt. "I was next to the house phone when they called and you're lucky I was the one to answer because mom would have been going berserk on the administration in there."

"Maybe she should have," Pidge stated dryly as he scrunched his nose up and pulled his bag to his chest trying to ignore the pain in his abdomen that was returning again. "At least she would've shown those homophobic pricks a piece of her mind."

Matt stared at Pidge for a moment before he sighed and fastened his seatbelt. "I guess the other kids are giving you a hard time about you being Pidge? Don't tell mom I'm using his language but fuck them."

Pidge looked up at his brother with wide eyes, "huh?" He never heard the little nerd next to him swear like that.

Matt threw his hands in the air and shrugged, "F-U-C-K them~" he sang out loud before he backed out of the parking space and turned on his radio singing 'fuck you' to the tune of Respect.

"You can't say that," Pidge gasped jokingly, "Not on my good Christian server!"

"Eh screw it," Matt shrugged and rubbed his chin as he drove down the street. "That server hasn't been a good Christian server since the day mom birthed you let's be honest here Pidge."

"Shut up."

"Oh hush my favorite song is on shuffle Pidge get ready for me to blow your mind with my singing skills!" Matt said in excitement as he adjusted his position in his seat with a smile on his face.

Pidge was blessed with such an amazing brother, wasn't he? Unlike normal siblings, Matt didn't see the need to go on an hour-long rant about why fighting someone wasn't good behavior. He knew that Pidge understood he did something he shouldn't have done and he didn't have to remind him.

Pidge smiled slightly as Matt began to headbang to the beat of Africa by Toto. "It's gonna take a lot to take me away from you," he pointed to Pidge and began to shimmy in the drivers seat, "There's nothing that one hundred men or more could ever do," he brought his hand back to ball it into and fist and push it up into the air careful to not punch the roof of his soccer mom car. "I Bless the rains down in Africa. Gonna take some time to do things we never had!"

Pidge began to giggle in his seat as his brother continued this behavior dancing in his seat to the beat of the song and singing every lyric in the perfect pitch. He was a work of art and pidge loved him to death. He waited in the car while Matt went inside the store to grab a few things. He checked the chat only to see that it had been inactive for about a week now but he did have a private message from Hunk.

Hunk: listen, Nyma is cheating on Lance and I don't know what to do, can you help me later?

Pidge sighed and told Hunk okay before he stuff his phone into his bag. Back to the detective work, it was. A tiny clicking noise sounded as Matt unlocked the red van and stepped inside basically throwing the white 'thank you' bag onto Pidge as he seated himself. Pidge peeked inside and found about ten bags of chocolate, coffee, white hair dye, and even some Midol inside of it causing him to smile quietly.

"I'm not blind, I can tell when it's your time because you look so sad," Matt mumbled as he put on his seatbelt. "Also, we're doing the white streak thing today if you want. It's for Allura."

"Only if you do frosted tips."

"Guy Fieri look out because Matthew Marcus Holt is gonna become the mayor of Flavor Town!" Matt shouted and put on his Flavor Town remix like the complete idiot he was.

Pidge rolled his eyes and sat up, "Why are you so stupid?"

"That's not what your mother said last night," Matt flicked Pidge's ear and chuckled.

Pidge made a barfing noise, "My mom is your mom genius."

Matt's face dropped as he realized what he said and he began to make gagging noises just like Pidge. "Oh god, I think I'm going to go die in my closet now because of that joke."

The two of them laughed obnoxiously loud from inside the car and continued making jokes about memes and even the fact that Matt was just a living meme himself. When they pulled up into their driveway pidge felt anxiety creep up in his throat as he stared at the front door. He wasn't ready to go inside to face his mother with the news of his suspension or have to face the fact he would practically be chained to the bathroom for the next four days as he suffered from God's punishment for rejecting the life he had been given.

The two siblings quietly got out of the car and stalked up to the door and entered the quiet little home without a word even being spoken amongst themselves. "I'm home mom!" Matt called out as he shut the door and slid off his tennis shoes.

"Is my baby Pidge okay?" Mrs. Holt asked as she came out of the kitchen with a towel to dry her wet hands. Her face was full of worry.

Pidge was confused for a moment until he felt Matt's hand on his shoulder, "Yeah he said that the cramps were just getting worse is all," He flashed a small smile at Pidge.

Mrs. Holt let out a long breath of relief as she placed a dried hand over her chest and smiled, "Well at least it's just cramps and nothing life threatening right honey?" She asked.

Pidge nodded quietly and kicked at the floor, "Yeah..."

"I'm going to dye the tips of my hair white and give Pidge a white streak by the way," Matt began to scoot Pidge towards the only bathroom downstairs as he took the plastic bag from the shorter Holt. "You should totally do it with us mom, it's for our friend Allura."

"She's the poor girl in the hospital right?" Mrs. Holt asked as she watched her only two kids rush past her.

"Yeah, she's been upset and before that thing happened she wanted everyone to die a piece of their hair white," Pidge said as he scooted into the bathroom.

Their mother reached up and touched a piece of her hair hesitantly, "I guess a simple streak wouldn't hurt but Matthew Holt, if you dare dye anymore than a strip of my hair white I will take you out of this world!"

"That would be a blessing mom."

Pidge laughed as their mother slapped Matt on the back of his head making the twenty-two-year-old man cry like a little girl. Pidge and his mother worked on dying Matt's tips white as the boy sang them songs to keep them entertained. Once they were done with the dork they quickly did the simple white streaks for Pidge and their mother before the three of them sat down in the living room to watch TV. Pidge had fallen asleep halfway through the Jungle Book with a smile on his face. Maybe being suspended wasn't going to be that bad after all.

Hi Idk how I got this done tonight but I did and you know what,

You can request a rewrite for this chapter if you wish. I got time for one rewrite.

I'm really tired and I got like... So much shit to do at school tomorrow so goodnight :)

-Anri (also I'm sorry for the double update I know that annoys some people)