Trigger Warning: There is going to be aspects of Depression, Anxiety, Suicide(or at least suicidal thoughts), self harm(or at least the mention of it), and more. If you are struggling with any of these or are easily triggered, I suggest you don't read or proceed with caution. If you do read and get triggered or it brings up something, please get help. DM for suicide hotlines or if you just need someone to talk you down.

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Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I turn. You hit. I fall. You land. I open my eyes. You're smiling at me.

"Oh hello." I am mesmerized by your

"Gahh!" Keith threw his pencil and slouched. Pidge raised an eyebrow at him but continued eating. "No matter what I write, it sounds terrible."

"That's what happens when you write fantasies about your crush."

"I'm not writing anything about my crush!" Keith hissed.

"Suuure you aren't." Pidge smirked. "Your story just happens to be about a quiet kid with no friends and a popular jock. Totally not you and your crush."

"Sh-shut up." Keith stood to get his pencil. When he returned, Keith crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash. "I'm gonna stick to drawing."

"Pictures of Lance." Keith slammed his head against his sketchbook and groaned. Ever since she found out about his minor crush on Lance, she wouldn't shut up.

"I don't have a crush on Lance. I just find his face aesthetically pleasing." He explained lifting his head.

"You're in love." Pidge ran away laughing as Keith stood and chased her across the bleachers. He stopped when the one and only Lance McClain walked onto the field. Keith admired how he walked confidently and wasn't scared to say hi to anyone. He watched as Lance laughed to his friend next to him. If only Keith could get him to laugh like that.

"Earth to Keith." Pidge's head blocking his view of Lance brought Keith back to reality. She crossed her arms and chuckled. "Yeah, you don't like him at all. You're just twitterpated."

"Don't you have some computer to fix?" Keith glared, trying to ignore her comment.

"Yea, yeah. I'll go, so you can spy on Lance in peace." Keith groaned. He wasn't going to even try to retaliate. Pidge got to the bottom of the bleachers before turning around and shouting for the world to hear, "Are you ever going to say hello to that boy? Or just wallow in your gay thoughts forever?"

"Wallow!" Keith wanted to talk to him, but he was held back. He was held back by fear of rejection, like anyone, but mostly he was held back by himself and his overwhelming anxiety.

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By the end of the day, Keith had completed four pictures and was working on his fifth. Today was all about merpeople. Keith drew inspiration from all kinds of things, but today it was from Lance. The way his body moved so gracefully reminded Keith of the ocean. Keith began thinking if Lance were a mystically creature, he'd definitely be a merman. Keith smiled at the thought.

"Whatcha drawin'?" Keith jumped at the voice and found himself tumbling down the bleachers. This is how I die. Keith thought just before he landed. Instead of hitting the hard cement, he landed on something soft. It groaned.

"What the hell?" Keith rolled off the person he fell on.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He continued to apologize as he grabbed his sketchbook and ran away. Keith never looked up at either of the people, he just ran. The wind stung his eyes. I had just become invisible again. Now, I've screwed up. He bit his cheek to keep from crying as he ran down the road.

...

"Dude, you okay?" Hunk offered Lance a hand up.

"Fine. Just a bit startled." Lance watched the mullet kid run away. He wondered why he was so terrified. Something must have happened.

"Poor guy. I didn't mean to scare him. I just wanted a peek at his art. It looked awesome." Hunk sighed. Lance couldn't blame the kid. Hunk was a big guy, who at first glance, might seem scary. But if you spent a second with the guy, you'd know he's just a big teddy bear.

"Do you know who that was?" Lance asked.

"No clue. Shay might know. She knows everyone. Speaking of Shay," Lance rolled his eyes as Hunk's turned into hearts. Hunk and Shay had been dating since freshman year, but Hunk still acted like a middle schooler with his first crush. It was adorable. Lance wished he could find someone like that. Sure, there was most of the school that would love to date Lance, and even though Lance was bi, he never seemed to find someone who lasted past the first date.

"Lance!" Hunk smacked the back of his head.

"Whaaaa-?"

"I knew you weren't listening anymore." Hunk crossed his arms and pouted.

"I'm sorry. I was just lost in thought." Lance's shoulders drooped.

"It's okay, buddy." Something great about Hunk was how quick he was to forgive. Lance tried a smile, but today just seemed to be pulling him down. The highlight was probably being fallen on by a stranger because it made him feel something.

"Anyways, after school Friday. My place. Shay and Pidge will be there. You could bring someone if you want." Hunk always left the 'bring a date' option open, which Lance appreciated, but he never found someone worthy of bringing. You can't bring just anyone to hang with your bestest friends.

"Okay." Lance unlocked his car.

"Also don't forget it's your turn to bring movies." Lance nodded and slid into his car. "See ya, tomorrow!" Lance waved and smiled. Hunk could tell something was bothering Lance, but he figured when Lance was ready, he'd tell him.

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Keith walked quietly up the stairs to his apartment. Technically, it was Shiro's, but they were brothers. Shiro was going to the university a few blocks away, and Keith went to the high school a few blocks the other direction. They were within walking distance of everything. As he approached the door, Keith thought, Hopefully Shiro will be in the bathroom, or working on a big paper and won't notice me. Shiro always asked about Keith's day and knew when he was lying. The last thing Keith wanted was to relive the bleacher incident.

He unlocked and opened it slowly. Nothing. Keith walked in and took off his shoes. Still nothing. Keith made it to the small space they called a living room and found Shiro asleep on some books. He smiled and grabbed a blanket to drape over him. Shiro worked so hard to keep Keith and himself in school, fed, and in the apartment. Keith also worked, but Shiro had more on his plate dealing with the vigorous college life, dangerous job, and angry family.

Keith padded back to the kitchen. He decided he would do what he could to make Shiro feel a little less stressed. Keith washed and dried all the dishes. He cooked supper and cleaned the rest of the kitchen. Looking at the time, Keith realized he needed to get to work. He quickly changed and grabbed a protein bar and water bottle. He wrote a note telling Shiro to heat the pot for a few minutes and he'd see him later. Then he was out the door.

...

Lance wandered the streets. Nothing interesting was happening. He didn't know where he was going or why he was walking. Just that he was. Lance stopped at the intersection waiting on the light to turn. He watched the cars speed past. No one would survive if they stepped out in front, would they? He looked down at the curb then back to the busy street. It'd probably be instant.

Lance took a deep breath and looked across the street. Something caught his eye. A familiar black mullet. The kid from earlier was across the street through the window. The guy smiled at someone then they left. It appeared as though he worked there. Lance looked to what store it was. A flower shop?

Shoulders pushed past Lance. The light had changed and he wasn't moving. Lance quickly made his way across the street and to the shop. He needed to talk to the mullet guy.