Lance was walking to his next class. Sadly, neither Hunk nor Pidge were in that class. But you know who was? Of course, his arch-enemy Keith was in that class. And Lance was reluctant to open the door because then he would have to see his smug face.

He still had to go, and so he opened the door and looked expectantly at the vacant seat next to him. "Mullet's not even here, wow skipping again."

He took his seat, happy that Keith wouldn't bother him today. However, in the middle of class, he found himself staring at the empty desk next to him. He was used to looking at Keith out of the corner of his eye. Seeing him hunched over his desk, his head laid on his crossed arms. His eyes, though dark and colorless, still held a spark that fascinated Lance.

Lance was confused. "Shouldn't I be he isn't here?" He thought to himself, "Why do I want to know where he is?" He gave up thinking about these thoughts and put his chin between his hands, elbows on the table.

He still found his mind wandering back to Keith. He tuned out the teacher's voice till it was a dull droning sound in the background. "Where could he be?"

Immediately after class he usually went to look for Hunk and Pidge, but this time he was looking for someone else. Someone who he'd thought he despised. He was looking for Keith.


Lance walked down an empty hallway. Most of the cadets had hurried off to their next class early. Not Lance, he wasn't about to give up so easily. What he still couldn't figure out was why he put in so much effort into looking for Mullet. He decided he just needed to see his face, maybe yell at him a little.

But, Lance had searched all the halls, every part of the school. It was like Keith had disappeared off the face of the Earth. There was still one place he hadn't checked, the roof. He knew the students weren't allowed up there. So of course, Keith would break the rules and go up there.

He made his way up and emerged onto the roof. He'd finally found Keith. He was lying on the floor looking up at the sky. Lance noticed it was almost sundown. "That idiot made me miss the rest of my classes. By the time I drag him downstairs it'll be lights out." Lance rolled his eyes. Trust Keith to do something like this. Keith had obviously heard him, but he wasn't moving so Lance walked over to see if he was asleep.

He wasn't. As Lance loomed over Keith, he suddenly stood up and turned around. "What are you doing here?" Keith asked, looking a bit mad. Lance immediately backed up. But recovered quickly with a witty retort, "Looking for you."

"Why?" Keith asked a look of confusion crossing his face.

Their faces were inches apart. Because of the small distance, Lance noticed how Keith had a faint pout. He looked cute when he was confused.

Keith, on the other hand, noticed how Lance's eyes were a light shade of gray but gradually they were becoming a color he could only call blue. It was the most beautiful and mesmerizing thing he'd ever seen. He just stopped himself from completely getting lost in Lance's eyes.

Keith felt a blush creeping across his nose so he quickly sighed and said never mind. Then promptly marched out the door Lance not far behind.

"Dude, leave me alone," Keith said over his shoulder as they ascended the staircase leading down to the halls.

"Gladly, but in case you hadn't noticed this is the only way to get off the god damn roof," Lance huffed and added. "Unless you'd wanted me to jump off the side."

"Yeah," Keith said salty as ever. He still mentally kicked himself for being such an ass.

"What's your problem?" Lance said outraged.

Keith turned on his heel, forcing Lance to stop. Lance repeated himself, "What's your problem?"

"You are. You could've just left me on the roof to do whatever the hell I wanted," he said getting up in Lance's face, making him almost lose his balance. "But, no. You just had to go and try to find me. And now, you won't even tell me why."

"Well, because I don't know why. You weren't in class, so I wondered where you went. And, well – I," Lance said quietly looking down.

"Wow dude, thanks but you shouldn't have." Keith spat out.

Lance's head snapped up and stared Keith in the face. "What's it do you anyway, huh? You can't just say thanks and leave it at that! Why do you even care why I was looking for you? You could've spent the night up there and I wouldn't have cared. But I did. Enough to come looking for you, and you don't even say thank you?" Lance said quickly. By the time he finished his outburst, the roles had reversed and it was Keith who was backing away from Lance. They were at the bottom of the stairs and Keith was now looking down at his feet. Luckily no one was there and their argument hadn't attracted anyone's attention.

"Thank you, Lance," Keith said monotonously. And sped down the hallway, hopefully back to his room.

Lance waited a few seconds still processing what he'd just said and done. Then without another thought speed-walked down the hall do his room.