"I blame not Michael, but rather a society that tells its youth that the answers can be found in MTV video games."
Lance sat next to Keith, who was hiding his small gin well, and starred at the preacher in bewilderment.
"We must pray that the other teenagers of Sherwood, Ohio, know the name of the righteous dude who can solve their problems...It's Jesus Christ. And he's in the book."
Keith and Lance looked at each other and raised an eyebrow in unison.
"Amen."
Lance slowly walked up to Michael Chandler's coffin.
His cocoa brown skin was now waxy in appearance and someone had done a bad job at his makeup, oh well.
Lance sighed and sank to his knees, clasping his hands in prayer.
Hi, I'm sorry. Technically I did not kill Michael Chandler, but hey, who am I trying to kid, right? I just want my high school to be a nice place...Amen.
...did that sound bitchy?
Michael McNamara dabbed his fingers into the bowl of holy water in the church entrance. He quickly used it to fix his hair so it stood in perfect place. He blinked a few times and noticed Lance in font of him.
"Lance! What are you doing tonight?" he asked, smiling brightly as usual. Lance blinked before shrugging.
"I don't know. Mourning, I guess. Maybe watch some TV. Why?" He questioned as they both walked out the church doors together.
"Well, Kurt asked me out tonight, but he wants to double with Shiro, and Shiro doesn't have a date." Lance frowned.
"Micheal, I have something going with Keith."
"Please, Lance, put Charles Manson on hold tonight. I'll be your best friend."
And while Lance didn't appreciate the comparison of his boyfriend to a serial killer, he couldn't say no to the puppy dog eyes Michael was giving him.
"So we on tonight man or what?" Kurt asked Shiro, as he loosened his tie around his neck slightly.
"I don't know..." Shiro trailed off, uncomfortable.
"Come on man, I know you've been moody lately-"
"I have not!"
"-So just do this with me. I bet Michael told Lance, and I know you got a little bit of interest in him."
Shiro blushed but looked away, just in time to dodge some incoming people exiting the church. Kurt wasn't so lucky.
"That shit-head just stepped on my foot! Let's kick his ass-!"
"Cool off, we're seniors." Shiro stated, rolling his eyes at his melodramatic friend.
Kurt scowled, "You goddamn geek!"
Two guys turned around and sneered at them, "Ah, well, eat shit and die." one said and gave them the bird, the other looked at him like he was crazy.
Kurt turned to Shiro with a blank face, "Hold his arms."
Lance listened to Michael tell him how Kurt had been real sweet to him lately, consoling him and stuff. They turned the corner to see Shiro twisting the arms of some poor kid while Kurt made him say embarrassing things and slugging him when he refused.
"Real sweet huh?" Lance droned, Michael smiled sheepishly.
"Well, whatever. Fine, as long as it's not one of those nights where they take us to some pasture to tip cows." Michael shook his head in a negative.
Michael stood next to a pissed off Cuban as they watched the two senior boys giggling next to a cow.
"Is it sleeping dude?" Shiro asked.
"I think so man."
They giggled again as Lance rolled his eyes.
The fist bumped, then counted to three.
"One...two...three!" They shoved the poor startled beast over and effectively tipped it...right into a giant puddle.
A huge glob of mud smacked right into Lance and Michael's face. Lance furiously wiped it away while Michael just closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The two boys howled with laughter, they then pointed at their two mud-covered dates and laughed harder.
Kurt and Michael rolled around on the wet grass, making out roughly and quickly heading towards sex. Lance was quick to packed up his stuff and started to leave, a drunk Shiro trailing after him, mumbling about needing him.
"Yeah right asshole." Lance hissed and hopped over a fence, Shiro groaned and attempted to get over as well. Lance sighed and leaned against a tree. He never wanted to double date with Michael as a favor ever again.
"What is this shit?" a voice hissed, Lance snapped his head up.
Keith stood at the top of a hill, a thunderous expression on his face, cigarette in one hand. Lance wiped off more mud and shrugged helplessly.
"Doing a favor for Michael, double date, I tried to tell you at the funeral but you rode off..." Keith shook his head and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Another fucking Michael...sorry, I'm just feeling a little superior tonight." Lance looked at him confused.
"Seven schools in seven states and the only thing different is my locker combination." Lance sighed slightly then walked towards his boyfriend.
"Our love is God, let's go get a slushie." Keith held out his hand to the Cuban.
Lance smiled, and grabbed it, kissing his boyfriend before putting on a helmet and wrapping his arms around Keith waist as they rode off.