It'd been three days since Keith had left his old home and moved into Lance McClain's small apartment. It wasn't because he wanted to but it was because that Lance had one of Keith's favourite shirts at his apartment from when Keith had stayed over for an overnight study for their astronomy course. They had been taking notes of a binary and thought it'd be nice to go stargazing

on Lance's balcony.

"It's very hot out here." Lance had said out of nowhere as Keith was wondering what the hell an astronomical unit was.

Keith agreed with Lance (something he hardly did) "yes it is."

Although there was no sun to be seen, Keith still felt the radiating heat of it from the other side of the world hitting his skin. He then proceeded to take his favourite MCR shirt off. He wore MCR because he loved the depressing music and loved depressing things and he himself was an depression emu.

"Why did you do that?" Lance gasped, covering his eyes at Keith's naked torso.

Keith shrugged. "I dont know." He pointed at the sky. "It's hot."

Lance was furiously blushing behind his hands, the view of Keith's mega gazillion six pack too much for the cinnamon swirl to handle. He hadn't been able to see such a high level of hotiness before and it was making him feel weird inside. Like the feeling when you see a chicken giving birth. But better. And different.

Keith felt proud for making Lance feel that way, although he found the boy to be an annoying piece of shite.

"Well it's my time to go now. Good bye Lance." He waved at the blushing mess and got up, forgetting his tee shirt that sat in clear sight by his feet and walked out of the apartment.

When Lance saw that Keith had left his favourite shirt he gasped, his hands flying to his face. "Ohyquiznackanackanackanack!!" He screeched.

"Keith forgot his favourite shitt!" He realised that Keith without his depression shirt would become emu again and slit his wrists again and listen to emu music.

Sudddenly Lance felt a strong care for the raven haired boy and just the thought of him made Lance all hot and stuffy again.

The next day, Lance called Keith's number (yes Keith had given the guy his number) and proceeded to dial it up and confront Leith about the situation. "Keith, I need to tell you something urgent." He started cautiously.

Keith stopped flipping pancakes, gasping at Lance's words. "Ohmy. What is it Lance."

Lance hesitated, melting a little at Neith's sexy voice. He didn't know if it was too much for Jeith to handle. "I have your shirt at my house?"

Keith gasped even more. "My MCR shirt?"

Lance's eyes widened and he nodded over the phone. "How did you know?!?!?!"

"Bc it's the only shirt I own." He said.

"Wait, then what have you worn all day?" Lance asked.

"Ive been shirtless all day because I have no shirts."

"Don't you have any jumpers or coats?"

"Yea. But today was a shirt day today."

"Oh." Lance nodded, understanding completely. It would be unfaithful for Keith to have broken the tradition. "Well, you can have it back, IF you come and live in my apartment with me!"

Lance had thought it all out, he had planned out how he would trick Neil into staying at his apartment so he could enjoy Keith's hot complexion and fit body 24/7. He knew it was wrong to feel like this about Jeisus but he couldn't help it.

On the other hand Keith HATED Lance so fucking much. He was SO annoying and a genuine IDIOT. The boy got on his nerves all the time, yet, he couldn't leave his shirt behind. He HAD TO RESCUE MCR and it wasn't like he could just buy a new one from the dollar store. He had to do this for his shirt.

"Is this the only way I can have my shirt back?" Keith groaned.

"Lance smiled". Yes. "He said."

Keith sighed and grabbed his packed suitcase and

headed over to Lance's house. This was about to be a ride and there was no turning back.