Keith stared at his ceiling as he tried to wrap his head around his confusing thoughts. He hated Lance. Lance was annoying and stupid and a total idiot. So what if his skin was perfectly tan or that his idiotic grin was kind of cute, or that he was surprisingly more muscular than someone would what if they were so close during training that they could've kissed? Lance dropped his guard and Keith took the chance to win the training session. Keith hated him, or so he thought. Ugh, maybe he could sleep off this confusion. The last thing he needed was to fall in love with Lance.
Lance stared at his ceiling as he tried to stop the tears from welling up in his eyes. How much of an idiot could he be? He had let his guard down for a second and...Keith...he gotten so close. He could have leaned in and just kissed him. How could he let Keith get that close?! Argh, this was so infuriating to Lance. Lance had known his feelings for Keith for quite some time now, but Keith hated him, so he acted like he hated him too. This fact didn't help his growing depression at all. Lance had never really hated Keith. He's only been pretending to.