Notes

Hello again everyone! First of all, I would like to thank everyone who has kept with this fanfic. The first few chapters were embarrassingly bad, and honestly this whole writing style is. It's just a little weird posting something I created, and the writing style is very off from what I usually do. So I appreciate those who have stayed. I'm currently on a trip, so I'm going to try and catch up with a couple chapters. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!


Keith's POV

I let out a loud groan. Something rough was definitely licking my face. I hazily opened my eyes, just to face the brown eyes and black and white fur of Blue. I sat up tiredly and stretched my arms above my head. I took in my surroundings. It smelled like Lance. Not like I knew what Lance smiled like. But It was nice. The room was well decorated with the same blue and grey accents as the bathroom. There looked to be a walk-in closet from across the bed. I don't know what could be in there besides maybe some extra clothes or boxes as Lances clothes were in a white dresser, as I observed last night. He also had a desk that was right next to the foot of the double bed. I wonder if Lance shares it with anyone…

Still looking around the room, I suddenly got a whiff of something that was somewhat familiar. It smelled really good. It was food, and it was coming from the kitchen. I pulled the covers off of myself and swung my legs from the bed too the white hardwood floor. I winced a little at the sudden wave of chills that went up my legs. I hadn't realized just how warm the bed was. And how...I had an amazing sleep. No nightmares…nothing. That hasn't happened to me since…Jesus Christ I can't remember. Thats bad. But whatever it doesn't matter.

I got up from the bed and started walking over to the door. That was before I glanced over to the bed where Blue was sitting with her large brown eyes. I quickly walked back and picked up Blue from where she was sitting. I stroked her back a couple of times before heading back to the door and stepping out into the hallway. At first I was just going to walk in the kitchen and see what Lance was cooking, but something even better caught my attention. What was that exactly? Well, it sounded a lot like Lance singing to Shakira. I peaked around from around the corner or the hallway. And boy do I wish I had my phone for blackmail.

I don't know if he does this regularly, but this is gold. Lance was currently cooking something in a pan and dancing to the light music of Shakira that was playing from his phone. Not to mention he was mouthing the Spanish lyrics perfectly, just like the song he was playing. Does he speak Spanish? Jesus Christ that would be hot. Wait…wait. I didn't mean it like that, I did not just think that about him like that. I watched Lance spin around the room, collecting salt and pepper while he moved. It wasn't until he slipped on the floor and almost fell that made me crack. It was the sound of my laugh that burst from my throat that made Lance screech dramatically. He looked mortified. And that just fueled my laughing. I honestly haven't felt this way in a long, long, time.

"How- How long have you been there!" Lance said, voice cracking a little at the end. I finished off my laugh with a couple of giggles. "Long enough! Do you do that everyday?" I asked, walking towards one of the light grey stools that were behind a long white table. "Um…I don't want to answer that!" Lance said before heading back to the stove. I set down Blue, still chuckling. Once again I took in my surroundings. The table I was sitting at was shiny and white, and at the end it had a sink and where I'm guessing the dishwasher was. Above that was 4 hanging lights. There were cabinets along the rectangular room, and right in the middle was a stove where Lance was currently standing at. There was a microwave and a blender in the right corner of the table top. It was…really fucking nice. Like…really. Fucking. Nice. And clean.

Before I knew it, there was a plate in front of me that had many different colors on it. Eggs, bacon, strawberries, and 2 pancakes. I'm sure my expression was quite embarrassing. My eyes were wide and my mouth is guaranteed to be parted in surprise. But right now I don't care about that. I care about the giant heap of food that was placed in front of me.

"What, does it look bad?" I heard Lance say from beside me, setting down his own plate in front of him. Still looking at my plate, I quickly responded "Oh no, no! I just, I haven't had this kind of food in years. I don't think I've seen this much food in front of me in quite a while." Lance gasped dramatically. "Oh my god Keith, you need to try Hunk's food then. He's a god." I smiled his way quickly, before grabbing the fork that was laid on my plate. I first grabbed a bit of the pancake and shoved it in my mouth. I swear to god I had to smother a moan. But instead of that I whispered a "Holy fucking shit". Lance just chuckled as I shoved more into my mouth.

After I finished about half of my plate, I asked "How the hell did you learn how to make this?" Lance let out a soft laugh before responding . "With Hunk, my Mama, and Rachel Rea, you can do anything."


Lance POV

After we were finished, which was quite fast because it was 10:30 in the morning as we slept in, I took both of our plates and put them in the sink. After finishing up there, I walked back over to Keith. I sat back down on the stool. Keith seemed to eye me a couple times. We needed to talk about something important. And it needed to be discussed now. "So, Keith," he looked up at me with his grey and violet nebula eyes. I continued, "Look...so I don't want to bring this up again to start the day like this, but I think we should probably talk about it a little bit." Keith nodded. "Keith, do you have anywhere that you can actually stay with someone safely for a long period of time?" I asked. He slowly shook his head. "Ok. Well then, you are going to stay with me until we can figure out things or you earn enough money to get your own apartment or place to stay"

There were many facial expressions that crossed the raven haired boy's face. First disbelief, then anger, then a hint of sadness and guilt, and to wrap it all together he went back to disbelief. "I- Lance no! I can't- I won't do that to you. I'm not going to stand around and be a burden to your life right now." Keith had seemed to say that last sentence aloud by accident. But I couldn't see what his face looked like because he was looking down in his lap, so I could be wrong.

"First of all Keith, why would you think that you would be considered a burden to me. Last night when we came back from the hospital, I had a fucking amazing time. Your a really cool person. And second of all, I want to help you. Especially because you have no place to stay. I'm not doing this because I feel pity for you. I'm doing this because we are friends and I want to help you. Nobody is forcing me. So please, stay with me for now."

There were a couple of moments before I heard Keith squeak out a response. "Ok…" he finally looked up at me. My heart started to throb when I saw his Violet eyes fill with tears. "Yea-yeah. Ok. I'll stay." I sucked in a breath. "Just...Just promise me something." he said, voice cracking with emotion. "We will go and get my stuff from his apartment, and leave. Never come back. I can't- won't go back there. You can't leave me there." the tears from his eyes finally slipped.

"Oh Keith…" I brought my hand up to Keith's cheek and wiped a tear from his cheek. He sighed and seemed to self consciously lean into my hand. "I can't go back there Lance. I was there for too long." I nodded, "I know, I know. I promise I won't leave you there. Your safe here with me."


Keith POV

We decided to cheer up the mood with some movies. So here we are, sitting on Lance's white couch with our legs up rested on his grey table with popcorn bowls in our hands. Apparently Lance decided that we were going to have a Disney movie marathon because I somehow offended him. He was naming off movie ideas, and I didn't know any of them. Obviously, he dramatically gasped and pulled me to the couch to watch a whole shit ton of cheesy Disney movies. And honestly, I didn't mind one bit. I'm having a lot of fun with Lance, I just hope this lasts. But for right now, I'm just going to enjoy it while I can. Because it's going to be gone soon anyways…


Authors Notes

Oh lord, where do I start. Well, first of all thank you for finishing up this chapter. It was a little bit shorter than some of the other ones, which is whatever. But also, my mental health has been pretty rough throughout the past week or 2. So I'm sorry for not posting at all last week. But! As I am on a trip right now, I'm planning on writing as much as I can during car rides and in the mornings and evenings. Also, I am going to do a "meet the author" page at the end of this fic, so if you have any questions for me please leave a review! And, I will also shout you out to. I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe my friends.