I think a piece of me died with this chapter because of how long it took for me to write it. I'm going on 24 hours of no sleep so have fun with this mistake riddled chapter;;;

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"Point your chin up a bit more, Keith," The photographer stated as she waved her hand up for Keith to follow her order. "This has to be perfect for the cover of Cosmopolitan, since your mother's fashion line is growing so popular recently. If young women see a handsome young man such as you wearing this, it'll make them go crazy like how they did over male rompers!" Kelsey squealed as she snapped a photo of Keith tilting his chin up.

He was wearing a new summer clothing line his mother created that consisted of a sleeveless shirt with elaborate designs on it, along with her ugly little anchor logo in a white color and he wore a pair of sky blue shorts that brought out the color of the tropical styled shirt he wanted to watch burn in the pits of hell. He had been doing this ever since he had left that stupid support group earlier and he wanted nothing more than to rip his shirt off and go out to the mall and wreak havoc with his 'friends'.

"The male romper trend died just as fast as it appeared, Kelsey," Keith sighed in discontent as he winked at the camera with a fake smile he was so used to wearing. "And I don't think any straight man wore one, they weren't at all attractive."

"Well your hair style died in the seventies, but not one says shit Keith," Vivian stated from next to him. She too had been dragged to the cosmopolitan shoot, but unlike Keith, she actually enjoyed the spotlight and the cameras.

She was wearing a yellow sundress with white, lacey hibiscus flowers on it and a sunhat that had a greyish white ribbon on it. "Pardon me, bitch," Keith grumbled as he bumped hips with his little sister in annoyance. He hated it when people insulted his hair; it wasn't his fault he had an irrational fear of hair stylists accidentally cutting him while they tried to clip his hair.

"Please don't fight," Kelsey stated as she snapped a few more photos of the siblings as they gave one another the look that said 'you'll die for that later'.

Keith felt his face screw up with annoyance as he glared at the camera before he walked off the set and over to his chair to pick up his phone. "I don't want to keep taking photos in this ugly shirt, no man would dare wear this anyways," he hissed bitterly.

"Mom will be screaming at dinner tonight because of you slacking on the job today!" Vivian laughed as she held the hat in the air and pretended to shield her face from the fake sun on the elaborately designed beach scene they had been working on.

Keith rolled his lilac eyes and opened his phone to see the support group's chat blowing up with memes being sent by Katie and Lance as they made fun of Trump and Snapchat. Keith found himself smiling slightly at the sight of Allura becoming infuriated by the way the two only talked using memes while Shiro desperately tried to get them to stop, Hunk on the other hand just kept saying 'lol' anytime Lance and Katie ignored the others. They were a weird group of people, even to Keith.

Allura had struck him as a pampered rich girl who must have had some sort of daddy issues with how she acted, and she for sure had a giant crush on Shiro already, which Keith didn't blame her for since he was definitely pleasing on the eyes. Shiro was eye candy, but Keith felt like he had major baggage that came with being friends with him, which he just didn't want to deal with straight away, at least not when he was trying to deal with his own problems.

Katie was a nerd. That Keith knew for sure by the way she dressed and he felt like if he had any technical difficulties, she would be his go to girl. Hunk was weird; he sweated too much during the meeting which made Keith uncomfortable to watch even when he stuttered while speaking. It was sad. Lance was... he was Lance and that was the best way Keith could describe the scrawny Hispanic guy that made him annoyed because he stared at Allura too much and too obviously. If you were going to crush on someone at least try to hide it.

Keith scrolled through the chat and saw how they were wondering where Keith was, but he didn't bother telling them what he was doing since none of them seemed to have recognized him just yet; he liked that so he didn't want to ruin it just yet. Just like his other contacts, he had given each member a nickname; Allura was 'Daddy Issues', Shiro was deemed 'Muscle Guy', Katie got the nickname of 'Tech Nerd', Hunk was 'Sir Sweats A Lot', and finally Lance had been entered in as 'Weird Food Kid'.

A shooting pain went through Keith's abdomen suddenly nearly causing him to drop his phone onto the cement floor below but he managed to keep a grip and squeeze it in pain. Vivian must've noticed Keith was in pain when he winced and slapped his free hand onto his abdomen. She dropped her hat on the ground and began to fret over her older brother in fright, "Keith, is it your liver?" She asked as she cupped his face in her palms and stared at him with wide eyes.

Keith nodded and gently pushed her hands away from his face, "Yeah, it's just one of the symptoms the doctor told you guys about that I had during the first round of this bullshit," He stated with a weak smile before he motioned towards the photoshoot, "Go finish the job, I'll be fine."

Vivian looked torn between sitting with Keith and finishing the job so she took a deep breath and let it out slowly; it was something she did whenever she couldn't think straight and it helped calm herself down. "Fine, but only if you pinky promise me that you'll be fine," She stuck out her pinky and placed her other hand on her hip.

Keith frowned and looked at her weirdly, "What are we in kindergarten? I haven't done a pinky promise since-"

Vivian cut him off by clicking his nose to silence him, "You haven't done one since the first time you had cancer in your freshman year when I was going through a crisis in middle school, I know. What I also know is," She held her pinky out once again and her voice became firm and confident, "You've never broken a pinky promise before."

Keith stared at her for a moment as he remembered seeing her in the hospital with a busted knee thinking she was never going to be able to play tennis again and he felt his heart sink. She had been so torn apart that day and had been crying, not allowing anyone but Keith inside of her room until he promised he would do anything to help her get a full recovery that would allow her to keep playing tennis. She never had a full recovery since she has to use her knee brace if she plays actual games, but he had been with her every step of the way even when he had been sick with liver cancer. His sister was his kryptonite.

He managed a small smile as he locked his pinky with hers, "Alright Viv, I pinky promise I'll be okay for the rest of the day but only if you do the photoshoot."

"Good," she smiled before hugging him roughly only to skip away and start the shoot again.

Keith leaned back in his chair and sighed as he looked down at his phone to see that the memes were still rolling in and now Shiro was going along with it, probably making Allura have an aneurism from all the rage she must be feeling. Keith switched to the other chat where he could see what his 'friends' were up to and unsurprisingly they were busy spray painting walls with 'art'. Keith sighed deeply as he looked at the photos they sent and he felt like deleting them from his phone, but he chose to keep them there just so he could hang out with them another day and raise hell.

"Keith, do you want to go to the mall once we're done here?" Vivian asked with excitement as she posed in time for the click of a camera to go off with a flash.

Keith looked down at his phone and tossed around excuses in his head, but they all felt like they had been used a million times before and anyways, he did feel like spending time with the bright eyed girl today, so it didn't cause him any problems. "Sure," he smiled at his sister before he carefully stood up and began walking to his dressing room.

"Wear normal clothes please, I don't want people thinking you're going to shoplift when I'm around!" She called out with joy.

Keith ignored Vivian's remark as he walked into the door that led to a hallway with dressing rooms on either side before he found his and opened the door. It was nothing special since it had the essentials like the vanity mirror where the makeup artists did his makeup for whatever he was there for, a rack of clothes lined one wall while a couch sat opposite of it. He picked out something normal from his mother's clothing line; a red flannel shirt, black jeans, and a pair of boots he loved to wear. His sister wanted to have a normal day with her normal brother so he was going to grant her that wish and dress like a normal teen would.

Once he was done he sat down in front of the mirror and sighed deeply as he looked at himself. He was never fond of makeup, but in his family it was a necessity if you wanted to leave the house and go into public, because if someone recognized you and saw you without makeup it was 'social suicide' according to Sandra who was forever stuck in her college phase.

He silently occupied his time by flicking through the support group's chat which had finally calmed down and had started a normal conversation about their schools. Keith felt left out as he watched Lance and Hunk realize they went to the same school while Allura and Shiro also attended the same one. The only school Keith went to was homeschool. Between his chaotic life as a model and his cancer controlling all of his free time, he didn't have any time to attend a normal high school and live like any normal person and he felt like an outcast as he watched the group blow up while Katie ranted about how her school has the old CRT monitors and how they should totally upgrade to LCD.

He started to type in the chat thinking about asking them more about the schools, but he hesitated and erased what he had been planning on saying before he let out a sigh and rested his head down on the vanity in defeat. He had nothing to relate with when it came to these people; he was the only one who would be able to get rid of his problem easily while the others would be struggling with it for god knows how long. Why was this always the problem? He could never relate to people.

He felt his phone buzz which made him raise his head ever so slightly in order to get a better look at the new text sent in the chat. It was Lance asking Keith what he had been trying to say before he stopped typing and everyone else went silent as they waited for him to answer. He felt his cheeks grow hot in embarrassment as he forgot that they could see when he had been typing.

Why was he so stupid?

He quickly picked up his phone and typed the most generic response he could think of; 'None of your business, dickweed.'

Katie instantly responded with, 'Whoa there goes my good vibes bro.'

Keith instantly felt like face palming by how stupid he was for sending that text. That was just like him; anytime he wanted to try to be normal he managed to screw it up. He groaned and placed his phone face down on the vanity before he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. Why was he like this?

"Let's go, sugarplum!" Vivian shouted as she practically kicked down the door in the same dress which actually looked really nice on her. Along with the sundress she wore white tennis shoes with little pineapples on them.

Keith shot upright in his chair and grabbed his phone before shoving it into his back pocket. He pointed his index finger into the air and placed a hand on his hip, "Let us go to the mall!" He said awkwardly trying to sound excited for his sister.

Vivian raised a blonde eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest before she pursed her lips slightly, "Did you do something stupid again?" She asked quizzically.

Keith swallowed down his shame and began to storm out of the room with a frown, "I wouldn't do something stupid, are you kidding yourself?" He stated dryly before grabbing hold of his sister's hand to begin dragging her down the hallway towards the entrance to the building their parents owned. "Let's just go to the mall so we can have some quality sibling time, okay?"

"Is it a boy?" Vivian asked as she skipped behind Keith with a coy smile painting its way across her face.

"No."

Vivian laughed as she began to walk faster in order to take a look at her brother's red face, "Was it someone from that support group mom forced you to attend?"

"Oh please," Keith snorted as he released his sister's hand and allowed her to walk ahead of him with a large smile on her clear skin. "There was definitely some cute guy there, especially if you are turning as red as a cherry!"

"Shut up!"

The two of them argued all the way to the mall making their driver probably wish he had a different job that didn't include driving two siblings around wherever they wanted every day for thirteen dollars an hour. They arrived to the mall around four o'clock and wasted their time walking around the entire building buying Vivian things she wanted like new books, new clothes, new shoes, new everything that she already had enough of originally and what did Keith buy for himself you may be asking; nothing. Zip. Nada. Absolutely nothing.

He was never one for blowing his parent's money on stuff he didn't care about and preferred to waste it on his fish at home and gardening equipment for whenever he felt the urge to change his garden up every now and then, which wasn't often. He was now in a Victoria's Secret store with ten bags in total hanging from his arms as his little sister went crazy for a sale on undergarments. Keith would never understand a woman's craze about her underwear when men didn't give two shits about what they wore under their clothes.

He sat on a bench while his sister searched for her size in a hot pink lace bra that she had been dying to buy since she had seen it in the catalog. "Keith isn't this so cute?" She squealed as she held it up to her gay brother's face that was full of annoyance.

Keith stared at her blankly as she lowered it to stare at him with a giant smile, "Adorable."

Vivian pouted slightly as she began to head towards the dressing room with a new bathing suit in tow, "You can at least try to act excited you know, if it were anything else you'd be squealing over the clothes with me and you know it," She stated with her nose pointed into the air.

"Yeah but," Keith shifted on the uncomfortable bench to watch his sister ask a woman for a dressing room, "Seeing what my sister is buying to seduce fuckboys into her bed is not high on my priority list, unlike Calvin Klein."

"Well whatever Keith," Vivian sighed before she followed the lady back behind a wall, "Just wait there."

Keith rolled his eyes and slouched over slightly, "Yeah I'll wait, I always do anyways."

He probably looked like a total weirdo sitting there alone in a women's underwear store with a bunch of bras surrounding him on racks while he silently tapped his heels on the ground and hummed along to the pop song playing on the speakers; Halo by Beyoncé. It was like a throwback to the early 2000s in this damn store, but Keith wasn't complaining, Beyoncé had some great songs. He was getting ready to leave the store while dancing when he noticed a familiar looking freckled face near the perfume. They had those same blue eyes; the same olive toned skin and even the brown locks of hair though it was longer now. Much longer.

He rose up out of his seat and approached the person before placing his hand on their shoulder, "Lance?" He asked cautiously.

"Uh, excuse me?" A girl's voice answered in pure anger as she twisted around to face Keith with rage sparkling in her blue eyes. "What the fuck did you just call me you fr-" her eyes widened in recognition as she stared at Keith.

"Oh my god," One of her friends with a shitty ombre stated as she dropped a pair of panties to look at Keith. "It's like totally Keith Kogane!" She exclaimed.

"No fucking way!" Her other friend who had a lollipop in her mouth rushed over and practically tackled Keith as she latched onto his arm making him instantly feel frightened. "You're so hot up close!" She squealed as the ombre bitch rushed over and took his over hand.

He looked like one of those traumatized children who experienced what happens in their parents' bedroom by mistake as the girls fanned over him, commenting on his looks and body. He believed for a moment that he had experienced hell on earth. This was like one of his nightmares he used to have when he was younger; he would be trampled by girls who wanted to date him while he froze up just like how he was doing now, except this time- it was for real.

"I am," Keith's voice was strained and sounded very robotic like as he tried to ignore the two girls hanging off of him as he looked at the girl in front of him with his eyes narrowed in disgust. "And I'm guessing you're not Lance McClain?" He asked before he began a desperate attempt to shake those vile creatures off of his body.

"Ew, why's he asking about your gross brother Marcia?" Ombre bitch asked as she backed off with her arms crossed under her chest so that she could try to get Keith to admire her size which wouldn't work in this world.

The other one stayed attached to Keith as he pressed his palm against her forehead and began pushing her forcefully in order to get rid of her as she continued talking about how she loved his work. "Don't ever call me by that fucking name again!" Marcia exclaimed as she clenched her fists and puffed out her cheeks in rage.

'Damn,' Keith thought as he struggled against the demon's grip, 'Why's she so touchy about her brother? And why does she look exactly like him except for the hair and chest? This is so mind boggling...' He wanted to sit down and try to figure out why he was staring at the female version of that scrawny kid from earlier that day but he didn't even get to pry the weird girl from his arm once he said his next sentence.

"What's wrong with Lance's name?" Keith asked before he was greeted by Marcia's fist being plowed straight into his right eye showing him the true force of an angry Hispanic woman.

He did not want to feel that pain again; it put his liver cancer pains to shame for sure. He fell backwards quickly, the girl let him go in order to save herself, but the girl with the bad ombre let out a shriek of shock as she watched her 'soulmate' fall onto his ass in the middle of a women's lingerie store as he held his injured eye whilst yelping in pain from the hit. She was skinny but she packed one hell of a punch.

"What the fuck?" Keith exclaimed as he glared at Lance's sister from the dirty floor. He was pissed now and he was going to let that stupid bulimic boy know how angry he was on Wednesday's meeting.

Marcia was fuming as she held her hands at her sides while she stared down at Keith with a frown deeper than the grand canyon. "I told you not to call me that name!"

"I asked you a question, I didn't call you shit!" Keith exclaimed as he winced, a headache was making its presence known and he was so not in the mood for it.

If he were a girl he would be pulling Marcia's hair right now as the battle to the death, but because he was born with a little something extra between his legs, he was restricted from even laying a finger on a girl. But he was saved by the sound of Vivian's voice as she dropped her items and rushed over to Keith in order to kneel over him in fright.

"Keith what's wrong? Is it your liver? Did it ru-" She began to behave like a mother as she checked Keith all over, but didn't even get to check his eye before he cut her off short.

He raised his index finger and pointed at Marcia who was still very angry. "My liver is fine; she punched me because of a stupid question!" He exclaimed.

Vivian glared at Marcia and slowly stood up and cracked her knuckles, "Did you seriously punch my brother?" She asked in a dangerously low voice.

Marcia's two friends slowly backed away as Vivian inched closer with her hands clenched into fists ready to begin fighting. "So fucking what? What are you going to do about it, bite my ankles?" She hissed before rolling up the sleeves on her purple shirt.

Vivian laughed suddenly as she smiled at Marcia, "Funny but no, I was thinking something more along the lines of this!" She shouted before she launched herself into Lance's sister and knocked over the perfume rack shattering some glass bottles on the floor as shoppers screamed.

Keith couldn't believe his eyes; this entire scene was like it had been ripped right out of a shitty teen fiction where two girls fought over the same guy before they realized that he wasn't even worth it in the end. Unlike those horribly cliché stories however, no hair pulling was included in this deadly brawl between to very angry teen girls with different reasons behind their punches as they rolled on the floor trying to pin the other down on the floor long enough for the other to get a punch in.

Keith managed to jump to his feet as concerned staff tried to break up the fight without much progress as they were shoved away by the two feisty girls, who were clawing at one another and slamming their fists into each other's bodies hoping for a lucky shot that would bring down her enemy. "Vivian Grace Kogane," Keith shouted as he stumbled over to his sister and grabbed at her shoulders to pull her off, "Stop this at once!" He exclaimed.

"Fuck," Marcia and Vivian growled at him, "Off!" They shouted before pushing him right into a rack of questionable looking clothing articles that were way too overpriced.

Keith gasped in pain as his abdomen began to throb in pain. This always happened whenever he got into fights or got way too physically stressed; it was his reminder that he couldn't be normal and carefree with his body. He rolled onto his hands and knees and gripped his abdomen as he gasped for air and tried to calm himself down as his sister got her lip busted, but Lance's sister looked absolutely terrible.

Why was he so powerless when his little sister needed him the most? He felt all of his anger beginning to disappear as it became replaced with shame. He was ashamed of himself since he couldn't handle his own problems without Vivian jumping in to intervene and now that about five people were recording the whole thing, Keith knew he and his sister were about to be in huge trouble by the media and his parents.

"Stop it Vivian! Just fucking stop!" Keith shouted before he winced and gritted his teeth in pain.

Vivian responded to that this time as she looked up for a brief second with her hands pushing against Marcia's face. Her face was bruised up and her lip was bleeding while red scratches lined her arms. "Keith? Oh my god, Keith!" She kicked Marcia off of her body and crawled over to her brother.

She didn't make it far as Marcia grabbed her ankle and yanked her back towards her making Vivian slam her chin against the cement flooring in the store. They wrestled for a few more seconds until mall security dragged them apart and held two furious girls kicking at the air and struggling against the guards who were holding them.

What a fantastic day.

Keith, Vivian, and Marcia were seated in the police station, all with handcuffs on their wrists and bruises on their faces. "So, I guess you got your tennis practice in for today huh?" Keith sighed bitterly as he played with the cuffs he had grown so familiar with.

"You're fucking annoying, please do me a favor and shut up," Marcia barked as she kicked Keith's leg from his left.

"Hey," Vivian glared around Keith who looked like he wanted to die. "Kim Kardashian called and she wants her shitty contour back hun."

"I'm going to rip your throat out!" Marcia shouted as she reached around Keith to try to grab his sister while Vivian shoved her hands away the best she could.

"Someone please kill me!" Keith groaned as he struggled between the two girls.

"Hey, Marcia!" A voice shouted from the front of the police station as a tall man with curly brown hair rushed in with a red face, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shouted as he pulled the girl away from Keith and Marcia effortlessly.

"Great, Vincent came to rescue me," Marcia rolled her eyes and shook the man off of her. "I bet you got the army of children with you as well."

Keith was about to say something until his escort driver walked in with an exhausted look on his face. "Ey, it's Jensen!" Keith exclaimed as he raised his hands into the air and waved at the driver with an excited smile. "We're over here buddy!" He called out.

"Keith?" Lance's voice sounded as he walked in through the front doors.

Keith was immediately reminded of his rage from earlier as the Hispanic boy walked over in confusion. "Who's that guy?" Vivian asked with curiosity.

Keith looked between Marcia and Lance before he glared at the boy, "He's the reason why we're even in this mess!" Keith shouted.

"Excuse me?" Lance gasped in astonishment as he placed a hand over his chest.

Keith stood up and narrowed his eyes at the boy, "You're sister fucking punched me because she heard your name!" He shouted before he reached out to strangle the taller boy in anger, but thought twice as Vincent readied himself to pounce on Keith.

"I don't hold any responsibility for Marcia's actions Keith," Lance stated bluntly as he pushed the model out of his way to go to his sister. "And anyways, what's with the get up? Are you a poser or something?"

"I'm going to wring your neck out," Keith hissed as he shoved Lance into Vincent who swore in Spanish as he caught Lance in his arms and stumbled backwards.

"Keith, Vivian," Jensen stated in a gruff voice as he placed a hand on Keith's chest while Vincent held Lance back from launching any sort of attack against Keith. "I've paid for everything especially the bill for the destroyed property in the mall, so let's just go before your mother grills me about this situation."

Vivian stood up and allowed an officer to unlock her cuffs before she rubbed her sore wrists. "We should go to the hospital to pick up Keith's medication first; the pain has been bothering him today."

"I'm fine!" Keith growled as he had the cuffs taken off of him by a reluctant officer. "We've got bigger issues to deal with anyways so let's just go home already."

He left the station behind Jensen as he supported his limping sister by slinging her arm around him. He sent one last glare at Lance just as the doors closed and he felt his anger go away once he was shut off from that icy gaze of his. "Was that the guy you thought was cute?" Vivian winced as she tried to smile; her busted lip was bruised and had dried blood on it.

"No," Keith frowned as he helped her into the car, "He's my rival."

So how was the chapter? I'm tired I don't really know what else to say so here is my generic author's note

Please leave constructive criticism because I want to know what to change about this story to make it better and blah blah blah more stuff no one bothers to read to be honest.

I hope everyone has a great day on a serious note though :)

-Anri