Shiro was breathing in the cool crisp air high in the mountains after his big fight with Keith and all he felt was peace. He was finally out of that stupid shack and back to nature. The trees, the grass, even the dirt beneath him were a stark contrast from the dirty, noisy shack where everyone lived together. They'd been living with each other for years now and Shiro loved it. Everyone did.
Well, almost everyone except Lance who always whined about how he didn't want to live under their dad's rule anymore. Shiro couldn't help but agree with him too. That old guy was so controlling. Shiro wouldn't even know if anyone else wanted to be around him or not. Shiro had never seen him smile once since they moved here. It was like he was just waiting for them to die off or something.
