Cinnamon Tea and Hot Chocolate
A/N: Ah the angst in this chapter is great! I loved writing it! So have fun reading!
4th of December
Lance laid in his bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. This was one of those times where he was happy that he had paid for a single suite dorm room. Last year Lance and Hunk had been roommates, but Hunk had found a cheap apartment near the school that was also close to his girlfriend's apartment. So when Hunk moved in the summer between freshman year and Sophomore year, Lance had decided to get a room for himself, so he wouldn't have to deal with a new roommate.
Lance took in a deep breath in and out, or he tried to do that, but it came out as a mix of a stutter and a sob. He was so confused but also angry. Angry at himself for not thinking about the consequences for pretending Keith was his boyfriend. Angry at Plaxum running into him when she did. Angry at the feeling heartbreak he got when he saw her. Angry at so many things, angry on so many emotions. But still so confused, confused by the warm feeling he felt when Plaxum referred to Keith as his boyfriend.
The brown-haired boy groaned loudly, shifting his body restlessly around in the bed. Keith had noticed he had acted weird; he just knew it. Keith had sent him strange looks all of yesterday when they had been studying. Lance knew he should get ready for another study session with Keith, but he just couldn't gather himself.
"Do I… like Keith?" Lance asked out into the room, his voice trembling ever so slightly.
NO. He was STRAIGHT. Lance had only liked girls his whole life, why would that change now. Even with the denying, Lance felt that nagging voice in the back of his head whispering that he was wrong. He knew what it felt like to have a crush, and the voice did too.
Lance looked over at the clock, realising that he was already late, very late. Lance looked over at his phone, realising for the first time it was buzzing like crazy. The Cuban looked at the phone like it was an object from space. Keith's name popped up on display, and Lance ringing tone started playing loudly. Lance took a moment to just look at the phone in shock before answering the phone in a hurry.
"Hey, Lance? Where are you?" Keith's voice sounded; it had a hint of annoyance but was mostly dominated by an emotion Lance couldn't quite place.
Lance tried to answer, but the words got caught in his throat.
"Lance? Are you there?" Keith's voice sounded unsure.
Lance cleared his throat, hoping he would sound like himself.
"Yeah, hi, Keith. I'm sorry, it sounds like my text didn't go through. I can't make it today, Marco needs me for something, so I'll be skyping him in a few minutes" Lance said casually, his voice calmer than he could have ever hoped for.
"Oh. I was just making sure you were okay, and I was getting a little worried since you were almost 20 minutes late. What does Marco need you for?" Keith's voice sounded relieved, almost as if he thought something terrible had happened.
"Not sure, I think he mentioned something about a girl" Lance chuckled, he could hear Keith also chuckled in the other end.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, and next time, make sure your text goes through," Keith said before hanging up.
Lance let out a deep breath, almost as if he had been holding it. Tears started to form in his eyes, his breath hitch.
Dios, he was such a mess.
Lance slowly slithered down the wall to the floor. He wasn't even sure why he had lied to Keith, nor why he was in the middle of a panic attack. Lance let out a choked sob, looking at his trembling hands through the teary eyes.
A/N: This is maybe a little stretch about figuring out your sexuality, but some people are quick, and I like to believe that Lance always knew he wasn't entirely straight and Plaxum's words were just what he needed to think about it. Next chapter will have some comfort so don't worry too much about our blue boy ;)
