Keith and Lance kissed until they couldn't hold their breath any longer. Even so, Lance whined a bit when Keith pulled away from the kiss. "School is going to start soon." Keith said. Lance rolled his eyes. "You don't seem like you would care," He remarked. He pulled Keith in for another kiss, but the other boy pushed him away. "You're right, but you seem like you would care, and I don't want you to get in trouble."

"You seem to care a lot about me considering you tried to rob me," Lance said sarcastically.

"Hey, you're the one who kissed me."

So Lance went to class, and much to Keith's teachers' surprise, so did Keith. Lance couldn't focus though. For one thing, Pidge kept shooting him quizzical glances across the classroom. For another thing, Lance couldn't stop thinking about Keith. Keith with his alluringly violet eyes, and his stupidly endearing, out of style mullet. As soon as class was over he made for the door as quick as possible, only to be blocked from the exit by Pidge. "Where were you?" She demanded. Lance hesitated. Should he tell her the truth? "I was late." He lied. "But we saw you run by." Pidge protested. Lance sighed. "I had something to do, okay." Pidge looked skeptical, but she dropped the subject. "Let's go find Hunk."

Lance wanted to argue. He wanted to go find Keith, but he had no idea where he might be, so he followed Pidge. They found Hunk waiting for them outside. "Lance, where were you before class?" Hunk questioned. "I had something to do." Lance answered absent mindedly. Hunk frowned. "That's very vague." He commented. "That's what I said!" Pidge exclaimed. While Pidge and Hunk started a conversation, Lance looked around for Keith. He didn't see him anywhere. In the brief time he had known Keith, he had learned that the boy had a knack for melting into the shadows.

Lance had settled into a conversation with his friends when something hit him on the back of the head. He looked behind him just in time to see Keith running behind a wall. "What was that?" Hunk asked. "Uhh, nothing." Lance said. " I gotta go." Pidge narrowed her eyes, but before she could argue, Lance ran over to Keith.

"Was throwing a rock at my head really necessary?" Lance asked as he rubbed where it had hit him. "I'm gonna get a bruise." Keith just laughed. "How else was I supposed to get your attention?" This was the first time Lance had heard Keith laugh, and it was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard, made all the better by its rarity.

Keith sat down on the grass, and motioned for Lance to sit down next to him. Lance did so happily and an awkward silence fell over them. Lance was anxious to get back to where they left of. Finally, Keith broke the noiselessness. "Did you go to class?" Lance laughed. "You sound like my mom. Yes, I went to class." Keith nodded, clearly pleased by this answer. "Do you usually go to class?" Lance asked Keith. In hindsight, it was probably a personal question, but Keith didn't seem to have a problem answering. "Not really." He shrugged. Lance frowned. "Then why did you go to class today?"

"To make sure you went to class."

Lance looked down to hide his blush. It both confused and pleased Lance that Keith cared about him that much after knowing him for a total of about ten minutes. When he looked back up at Keith, the other boy was staring at him. Lance looked back at him. They were close enough that Lance could see every fleck in Keith's violet eyes.

Lance was going to kiss Keith, but Keith beat him to it. He placed his hand on the back of Lance's head and pulled them together. This kiss was gentler than the first two. Lance felt as light as air. He ran his fingers through Keith's silky hair. In that moment the rest of the world disappeared. He and Keith were the only things that mattered. His moment of bliss was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Lance pulled away from Keith and looked up to see Pidge standing next to them.